He's only a prince in a small way;
And knows nothing at all of a six-foot wall,
Oh! he'd never do for Galway."
"Won't he?" muttered Fortescue to himself, as he caught the last words, "perhaps I'll show you he will." If the Captain had not been so blind with passion, he might have heard the gallant Adjutant singing sotto voce a verse of a song from the same author, as he strode carelessly from the room:—
"Put his arm round her waist,
Gave ten kisses at laste,
'Oh!' says he, 'you're my Molly Malone,
'My own,
'Oh!' says he, 'you're my Molly Malone!'"
What did he mean?