"I promise I 'll do my best," replied the poet, smiling more cheerfully than in days.
"My hat and cloak, boy," said Brooking. "I 'll off to Carlton House, where I am expected by Wales even now."
"I can hardly believe I am the same man, my lord," said Moore. "You have changed me completely, sir."
"You 'll hear from me soon, Tom," said Brooking, hat in hand, as he crossed to the door. "Be of good cheer, my lad, for if Wales will have none of it, I 'll accept the dedication, and I flatter myself that will be enough to insure publication for you. Good-bye for the present."
"Good-bye, my lord," answered Moore, closing the door behind his benefactor with almost reverential care.
"Mr. Moore," said Buster.
"Yes, my lad."
"Was that Lord Brooking?"
"Yes, Buster. Why do you ask?"
"Coz Hi thought as 'ow he was a bloomin' hangel," said Buster.