“No; fresh air and blue skies.”
“I cannot understand your Island of Fantasy. It is most perplexing, and well deserves its name.”
“So Justinian thought, and that is why he called it so.”
“Who made this ’ere, gents all?” asked Gurt, who had been surveying his nether world surroundings with much awe.
“Justinian.”
“Well, sir, arskin’ yer pardin, but I niver thought a lazy Greek ’ud have had it in him to do sich a thing.”
Caliphronas laughed at the indolent character ascribed to his countrymen, which, however, he could not deny with any great show of reason.
“Justinian is not a Greek, but an Englishman.”
“I thought so, sir,” said Gurt triumphantly; “but ’eavins, sir! wot’s he a-doin’ of in this ’ere lay?”
“Ah, that is a mystery!” replied the Count, smiling.