Christie stood by Lord Ipsden, with one hand on her hip (the knuckles downward), but graceful as Antinous, and began.
“Hoo muckle is the queen greater than y' are?”
His lordship was obliged to reflect.
“Let me see—as is the moon to a wax taper, so is her majesty the queen to you and me, and the rest.”
“An' whaur does the Juke* come in?”
* Buceleuch.
“On this particular occasion, the Duke** makes one of us, my pretty maid.”
**Wellington
“I see! Are na yeawfu' prood o' being a lorrd?”
“What an idea!”