“Of course I can’t talk English like you,” he said pettishly. “But you said something about breakfast.”
“Yes. It will be all waiting by the time you are dressed.”
“Then would you mind going—and—”
“Oh yes, of course; I’ll go. Only I wanted to see our new visitor, and— but you said your arm was all wrenched.”
“Yes. I have only a misty notion about how I managed to undress.”
“Of course. It must have been very hard. Here, I’ll stop and help you.”
Denis protested, but the frank outspoken lad would not hear a word.
“Nonsense,” he said. “I shall help you. I know how. I am a sort of gentleman in waiting at the Court.”
“Indeed!” cried Denis, looking at him wonderingly.
“Oh yes. I haven’t been there long. My father used to be just the same with the late King, and that made him able to get me there. It’s only the other day that I left the great school—a year ago, though; and now,” he added, laughing, “I am going to be somebody big—King Harry’s esquire—the youngest one there. I say, isn’t it a nuisance to be only a boy?”