“I’ll thank you for a check, Buckdash,” said Lord Dundrum, as the gallant warrior entered the breakfast-room.
“For what?” asked the captain.
“For Mr. Dawkins’ portmanteau.”
“Wait till you get it.”
“I have it here.” And as he spoke he lugged my valise from beneath the table, accompanied by a roar of laughter from all assembled.
“A capital joke,” grinned the captain.
“A capital joke, indeed! Hand over the coin.”
Captain Buckdash turned to me.
“Mr. Dawkins, is this your portmanteau?”
“It is indeed,” I replied.