“What can you do with a man like that?” said the Nilghai.
“Leave him alone. He’s as mad as a hatter.”
At eleven there was a kicking on the studio door. “Is the Nilghai with you still?” said a voice from within. “Then tell him he might have condensed the whole of his lumbering nonsense into an epigram: “Only the free are bond, and only the bond are free.” Tell him he’s an idiot, Torp, and tell him I’m another.”
“All right. Come out and have supper. You’re smoking on an empty stomach.”
There was no answer.
CHAPTER V
“I have a thousand men,” said he,
“To wait upon my will,
And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the Till.”
“And what care I for you men,” said she,
“Or towers from Tyne to Till,
Sith you must go with me,” she said,
“To wait upon my will?”
Sir Hoggie and the Fairies
Next morning Torpenhow found Dick sunk in deepest repose of tobacco.
“Well, madman, how d’you feel?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying to find out.”