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'Delicious!' said he, grasping my hand. 'I had no idea that high
gentility numbered chivalry among its virtues. Lady Sinfi,' he
continued, turning to her, 'they say this brother of yours is a
character, and, by Jove! he is. And as to you, dear lady, I am proud
of the family connection. The man who has two Romany Rye kinsmen may
be excused for showing a little pride. I withdraw every word about
the virtues of soap, and am convinced that it can do nothing with the
true Romany-Aylwin brown.'
On that we shook hands all round. 'But, Sinfi,' said I, 'why did you
not tell me that this was my kinsman?'
''Cause I didn't know,' said she. 'I han't never seed him since I've
know'd you. I always heerd his friends call him Cyril, and so I used
to call him Mr. Cyril.'
'But, Lady Sinfi, my Helen of Little Egypt,' said Cyril, 'suppose
that in my encounter with my patrician cousin--an encounter which
would have been entirely got up in honour of you--suppose it had
happened that I had made your brother's bed for him?'
'You make _his_ bed!' exclaimed Sinfi, laughing.
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