"What can I do for you, your Royal Highness?" asked Toby.
The Shahzada drew him yet further apart from the envious crowd, and whispered in his ear.
"Your Royal Highness," answered Toby, "it shall be done. Command that the boat be stopped at Greenwich."
So the boat was stopped at Greenwich, and the Shahzada, with Toby, debarked. Great cheering.
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8 P.M.—Telegraphic Message from Toby to Mr. Punch, Fleet Street.
Cannot come to dinner. Shahzada and self enjoying tea and shrimps. All gone—except the shrimps. No money returned. Did it for one-and-ten, shall pocket difference. Shahzada says best entertainment ever had. See you later. Larks.
Toby.