I advanced with rapidly rising anger, but his hilarity had so
overmastered him that he did not heed it.
'Wilderspin,' cried he, 'come here! Pray come here. Have I not often
told you the reason why I threw up my engagement with my theatrical
manager, and missed my high vocation in ungenteel comedy? Have I not
often told you that it sprang from no disrespect to my friends, the
comic actors, but from the feeling that no comedian can hope to be
comic enough to compete with the real thing--the true harlequinade of
everyday life, roaring and screaming around me wherever I go?'
Then, without waiting for his companion's reply, he turned to me, and
giving an added volume to his sonorous voice, said:
'And you, Sir King, do you know whose bed Your Majesty was going to
make at the bidding of--well, of a duke's chavi?'
I advanced with still growing anger. 'Stay, King Bamfylde, stay,'
said he; 'shall the beds of the mere ungenteel Aylwins, "the outside
Aylwins," be made by the high Gypsy-gentility of Raxton?'
A light began to break in upon me.
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