“'Ow about your sweet friend, Frankl? I'm under contract with him, ain't I?”
“Better put the knife into Frankl”.
“Into the pair of you, it strikes me!”
“Well, if you make the least attempt upon Hogarth now, you get not another shilling—“.
“Bah! shut that—!”
But the threat won sullen consent; and when after the Banquet the Oxford guests had driven to see the illuminations, spoiled by boisterous Spring-winds, and when the Regent returned to his chambers, he caught sight of O'Hara amid the throng that lined the stair; upon which, after stepping up past, he stopped, twisted round, to say: “You, Admiral Donald?”
“If I might speak ten minutes with your Lordship's Majesty—”
“What about?”
Those bold eyes of O'Hara dropped.
“Well”, said the Regent, “I will see. Come to-morrow—about five,” and went on up.