Then the Commander-in-Chief, when he heard that, bowed up and down with a sort of a smile.
And after that he slouched back across the square to the gate: for there was nothing else to do.
But Tiny ran before him in a great bustle, saying,
"Let me, Sir!" and held the gate for him, for nobody could be more charming than Tiny when he liked, which was mostly always never.
And as the Commander-in-Chief went through, he said most sweetly,
"So sorry you've had all your trouble for nothing, Sir."
But the Commander-in-Chief ran away, snorting; and when he got outside he took off his moustaches and whacked his hand with them; which he always did in a passion.
And that evening he sulked so after tea, that the King got up in a rage, and after pouring the dominoes over his head, shouted,
"Look here! I'm sick o you. You grow older and horrider every day. Go to Abroad!" And he marched to the door.
Then St Jack sat very tight in his chair, and said,