"Oddsfish, as my great uncle used to say, I've come to save your life,
Master Wheatman!"
"You need not trouble, sir," said I, "to save what is freely yours to
throw away."
"Very well said, sir," he answered, "and I shall not forget it."
"Good lad, Oliver!" said the Colonel, dipping for his snuff-box.
"Still, I must prove my point!" said Charles, smiling merrily. "My Court
consists of precisely seven ladies and an unlimited number of gentlemen,
the latter, for the most part, fiery chiefs who slash off men's heads as
if they were tops of thistles. Yet here are you, sir, keeping two of them
all to yourself. And such a two! Lady Ogilvie, whose charms are without
blemish--"
"Nay, sir," said I.
"May I pull his ears, Your Highness?" asked her ladyship tartly.
"You may," said Charles, "unless he proves his point. A Prince must be
just, you know!"
"That's fair," said Margaret.
"Of course," retorted Lady Ogilvie. "He'll be right if he says I've an
eye like an ox and a mouth like a frog."
"Save your ears, Master Wheatman!" said Charles, grinning at me. "What's
the blemish?"
"Davie!" said I.
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