"Not then, sir, your 'at wuz pulled too low."
"Perhaps you knew that a demonstration was being prepared in my honor this evening?"
"Not I, your 'Ighness. Ho law! but hit's lucky Hi saw you. They 'd likely have beat your 'ead horf you, your Majesty."
"That seemed to be their intention," assented Wales, "nor have they yet abandoned the idea, if I interpret their present activity correctly."
"Hif they manages to trice you 'ere, wot 'll we do?" demanded Buster, as the sounds on the roofs outside drew nearer.
"What would you suggest?" asked the Prince, quite calmly.
"You 'd 'ave to tell 'em who you are."
"Ah!" said Wales, doubtfully, "but would they believe me? Hardly, my good lad."
"Hush, your 'Ighness, they are near hat 'and."
The inmates of the garret could now plainly hear the scuffling steps of the men on the nearest roof as they slid and slipped on the inclines.