"No, not here; we are not in our own house, you know."
"Do you pay for the dinner, or don't you?"
"I do, but there are gentlemen dining in the next room."
"If they don't like your song, don't let them listen."
Thereupon the waiter came in.
"I say, you, fellow, isn't it true that we can sing in this stinking hole of an old tub?"
"Oh! if you like; only this isn't a tavern, and there are two judges dining in the next room."
"And you think I'm not going to sing for two paltry judges! I'll howl, then."
"No; let's have some riddles," said Giulianic, soothingly; "I'm very fond of riddles, aren't you? Now, tell me, captain, who was it that killed the fourth part of mankind?"
"Why, that's as old as your wife," quoth Uros, at once; "why, Cain, of course. But as you like riddles, I'll tell you one that suits you, though, as the proverb says, a bald pate needs no comb."