"But understand me!" muttered the youth, rather sternly; "I am in earnest! Will your harp weather this storm?"
"Yes," returned Humbert, still playfully, "if we loosen its strings: I have a water-proof case for it. But I have no water-proof case for myself; and being compelled to brace my nerves for the encounter, they will be apt to snap."
"You incorrigible trifler, can you disguise yourself as well now, as when you palmed yourself upon us all for the minstrel Guigo?"
"Certainly."
"And can you array me as your harpbearer, and alter this face and form of mine?"
"With much more ease than I can play the minstrel in this storm."
"Then do it at once," said Gilbert.
"My lord!"
"Yes!"
"Where?"