'
Turning to Sinfi, he said: 'Then we'll go with you and call upon the
noble father of the twins, my old friend King Panuel.'
'He ain't a king,' said Sinfi modestly; 'he's only a duke.'
'You'll give us some tea, Lady Sinfi?' said Cyril.
'No tea equal to Gypsy tea.'
'Romany tea, Mr. Cyril,' replied Sinfi, with perfect dignity and
grace. 'My daddy, the duke, will be pleased to welcome you.'
We all strolled towards the tents. I offered to carry an umbrella and
a camp-stool. Cyril walked briskly away with Sinfi, leaving me to get
on with Wilderspin as best I could. Before the other two were out of
earshot, however, I heard Cyril say,
'You shouldn't have taken so seriously my chaff about the soap,
Sinfi. You ought to know me better by this time than to think that I
would really insult you.'
'How you would ha' went down afore the Swimmin' Rei!' replied Sinfi
regretfully.
III
Between my new companion, Wilderspin, and myself there was an awkward
silence for some time. He was evidently in a brown study. I had ample
opportunity for examining his face.
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