He had, he had to go.
Tino. I beg your pardon.
C. P. Sorry, old man, but the words fitted into the tune so nicely I really couldn't resist trying it. Fire ahead.
Tino. I said, I think, that I was promised help.
C. P. Yes, you said that all right.
Tino. And I added that there was no help when the trouble came.
C. P. You said "crisis," not "trouble," but we won't insist on a trifle like that. Who was the rascal who broke his promise and refused to help you?
Tino. You know well enough that it was your most gracious father.
C.P. What! The ALL-HIGHEST! The INMOSTLY BELOVED! The BEYOND-ALL-POWERFUL! Was it really he? And you believed him, did you? What a cunning old fox it is, to be sure.
Tino. You permit yourself to speak very lightly of the AUGUST ONE, who also happens to be your father.