'
'I'm afraid you flatter me, sister,' I replied. 'However, let's try
the Gorgios;' and I got up and walked with her close to the two
sketchers.
Wilderspin was on the point of engaging me, when the other man,
without troubling to look at me again, said:
'He's no more a Romany than I am.'
'Ain't a Romany?' said Sinfi. 'Who says my brother ain't a Romany?
Where did you ever see a Gorgio with a skin like that?' she said,
triumphantly pulling up my sleeve and exposing one of my wrists.
'That ain't sunburn, that's the real Romany brown, an' we's twinses,
only I'm the biggest, an' we's the child'n of a duke, a real,
reg'lar, out-an'-out Romany duke.'
He gave a glance at the exposed wrist.
'As to the Romany brown,' said he, 'a little soap would often make a
change in the best Romany brown--ducal or other.'
'Why, look at his neck,' said Sinfi, turning down my neckerchief; 'is
that sunburn, or is it Romany brown, I should like to know?'
'I assure you,' said the speaker, still addressing her in the same
grave, measured voice, 'that the Romanies have no idea what a little
soap can do with the Romany brown.
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