"I do," cried Harry. "Here, only a little time ago I was the jolliest, best-tempered fellow that ever lived."
"Ho, ho, ho!" laughed Phra.
"Well, so I was," cried Harry indignantly.
"When you weren't cross."
"Oh, I say, I never was cross; but I'll own to it now. I've often thought about it lately. You're quite right, Phra; the least thing does put me out now, and I feel as if I must grind my teeth together. Think it is because of the poison?"
"Of course it is. But never mind. I don't, because I know why it is."
"I have been very cross, then, sometimes, have I?"
"Horrid!" cried Phra, laughing. "You've been ready to call the sun names for shining, and the wind for blowing. You can't think how cross you've been."
"I can guess. It's what Dr. Cameron calls being a trifle irritable. Hullo! here's one of your fellows coming. Looks just as if he were going to spear us both for being in the King's garden."
A handsome, bronze-skinned guard stalked up and bowed to Phra.