Ralph remained for a moment overcome with horror at this dreadful picture.
"Jinks," he said, at last.
"Sir?" said Mr. Jinks.
"I fear you are too military and bloody for me. My nerves will not stand these awful pictures!"
And Ralph shuddered; or perhaps chuckled.
"That is only half of the subject," Mr. Jinks said, displaying much gratification at the deep impression produced upon the feelings of his companion; "the Irish, on St. Michael's day—the patron saint of the Dutch, you know—"
"Yes."
"The Irish take their revenge."
And at the word revenge, Mr. Jinks' brows were corrugated into a dreadful frown.
Ralph looked curious.