“Wine—water!” panted Humphrey, hoarsely. “I tried to walk to the door and fell back here.”
“Sure, an ye’re out of practice, sir,” said Dinny, hastening to hold a vessel of water to the prisoner’s lips. “That’s better. Ye’ve tuk no exercise since ye’ve been betther.”
“Ah!” sighed Humphrey; “the deadly sickness has gone. This place is so lonely.”
“Ay, ’tis, sor. One always feels like an outside cock bird who wants a mate.”
“Sit down and talk to me.”
“Sure an’ I will, wid pleasure, sor,” said Dinny, eagerly. “There’s so few gintlemen to talk to here.”
“Tell me about your commander.”
“An’ what’ll I tell you about him?”
“What kind of a man is he?”
“Sure, and he’s as handsome as such a little chap can be.”