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nt it more than we do; and you know, Howard, that Mahometans never spend money in drink. RANKIN. Excuse me a moment, my leddy. I have a word in season to say to that same Moor. (He goes into the house.) LADY CICELY (walking about the garden, looking at the view and at the flowers). I think this is a perfectly heavenly place. Drinkwater returns from the house with a chair. DRINKWATER (placing the chair for Sir Howard). Awskink yr pawdn for the libbety, Sr Ahrd. SIR HOWARD (looking a him). I have seen you before somewhere. DRINKWATER. You ev, Sr Ahrd. But aw do assure yer it were hall a mistike. SIR HOWARD. As usual. (He sits down.) Wrongfully convicted, of course. DRINKWATER (with sly delight). Naow, gavner. (Half whispering, with an ineffable grin) Wrorngfully hacquittid! SIR HOWARD. Indeed! That's the first case of the kind I have ever met. DRINKWATER. Lawd, Sr Ahrd, wot jagginses them jurymen was! You an me knaowed it too, didn't we? SIR HOWARD. I daresay we did. I am sorry to say I forget the exact nature of the difficulty you were in. Can you refresh my memory? DRINKWATER. Owny the aw sperrits o youth, y' lawdship. Worterleoo Rowd kice. Wot they calls Ooliganism. SIR HOWARD. Oh! You were a Hooligan, were you? LADY CICELY (puzzled). A Hooligan! DRINKWATER (deprecatingly). Nime giv huz pore thortless leds baw a gent on the Dily Chrornicle, lidy. (Rankin returns. Drinkwater immediately withdraws, stopping the missionary for a moment near the threshold to say, touching his forelock) Awll eng abaht within ile, gavner, hin kice aw should be wornted. (He goes into the house with soft steps.) Lady Cicely sits down on the bench under the tamarisk. Rankin takes his stool from the flowerbed and sits down on her left, Sir Howard being on her right. LADY CICELY. What a pleasant face your sailor friend has, Mr. Rankin! He has been so frank and truthful with us. You know I don't think anybody can pay me a greater compliment than to be quite sincere with me at first sight. It's the perfection of natural good manners. SIR HOWARD. You must not suppose, Mr. Rankin, that my sister-in-law talks nonsense on purpose. She will continue to believe in your friend until he steals her watch; and even then she will find excuses for him. RANKIN (drily changing the subject). And how have ye been, Sir Howrrd, since our last meeting that morning nigh forty year ago down at the docks in London? SIR HOWARD
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