"If I see any symptom of a desire to tamper with any of the parrots, I am to check it—yes, sir."
"If a single parrot goes wrong, Mrs. Lite will hold you responsible, Mr. Harrison. You understand that?"
Mr. Harrison bowed feebly, and thought of his empty bed.
"The pugs we shall take with us, Mr. Harrison."
"The pugs you will take——"
"Don't echo me, Mr. Harrison—don't echo me; I will not allow myself to be echoed."
"Certainly not, sir. Oh no, by no means."
The Emperor stared furiously around him, fearful lest he might leave any necessary behind. His eyes fell upon a large field-glass in a case, which reclined upon a neighbouring bureau.
"Pack that glass!" he cried to his valet in a voice of thunder.