“Eh, really!” said the tall awkward young gentleman.
“My good sir,” I began. But my original insanity began to fail me, and I drew forthwith upon Ossian’s. “Fly! receive the wind and fly; the blasts are in the hollow of my hand, the course of the storm is mine!”
“Eh, really!” said the tall awkward young gentleman.
“I look on the nations and they vanish; my nostrils pour the blast of death; I come abroad on the winds; the tempest is before my face; but my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of my rest are pleasant.”
“Do you mean to insult us?” said the old lady.
“Ay! do you mean to insult my aunt?—really!” said the tall awkward young gentleman.[Pg 240]
“I shall call in my servants,” said the old lady.
“I am the humblest of them,” said I, bowing.
“I shall teach you a different tune,” said the tall awkward young gentleman, “really!”
“Very well, my dear sir; my instrument is the barrel-organ;” and I cocked my sweet little pocket companion in his face, “Vanish, little Kastril; for by Hannibal, Heliogabalus, and Holophernes, time is valuable, madness is precipitate, and hair-triggers are the word! Vanish!”