“Wait a minute, Manners,” he said. “I’ll be sensible in a minute.”
Presently he told Manners about the horse.
“I saw alight just then,” he said, “and I thought it was an angel.”
“It was I,” said Manners, naively.
“Yes, Manners, it was you,” said Aladdin.
He thought about an angel turning out to be Manners for a long time. Then a terrible recollection came to him, and, in a voice shaking with remorse and self-incrimination, he cried:
“God help me, Manners, I would have let you freeze.”
Manners pulled at his pipe.
“Manners,” said Aladdin, “it’s true I know it’s true, because, for all I knew, I was dying when I said it.”
Manners shook his head.