"Bluff iffn," said William, who was growing bold.
"The angel!" said the fat lady. "Doesn't it make you feel you'd do anything for him. What's his name?" she said to Mr. Theophilus Mugg. "I'd love to call him by his name."
"I—er—am not sure of his name," said Mr. Theophilus Mugg with dignity.
"But wasn't it mentioned in the letter?"
"It was spelt," said Mr. Theophilus Mugg with increasing dignity. "Needless to say, it was not pronounced. I have no wish to make myself ridiculous in the boy's eyes."
"The mystery of these dark-skinned races," said the Vicar's wife. "The beautiful inscrutable faces of them. The knowledge, the wisdom they seem to hold."
"Certainly it is not an English cast of countenance," said Mr. Theophilus Mugg.
"Bunkum allis lippis," said William, feeling that something further was expected of him.
"Most certainly Hindustani," said the Vicar's wife.
It was here that a small voice piped from the back row, "It's William Brown!"