"Queen Mab!" he said. "You!" and held out both his hands. It was
evident that neither of them could speak. She rose; but there was no
touching of the hands.
"And Peachblossom, attendant sprite," cried the resourceful Chevenix,
following him up. "Don't forget him."
"Puck, I think," said Senhouse. "Robin Goodfellow." He had recovered
himself in that breathing-space. "How splendid of you both. Come and see
my ship. I'm in moorings now, you know. I've cut piracy."
"And preach to the hares," said Chevenix. "We saw you at it. What does his
lordship say?"
"His lordship, who, in spite of that, is an excellent man, likes it. His
lordship was pleased to catch me, as you did, at it, and to suggest that
he should bring out a party of her ladyship's friend to see me perform. I
told him that I was his hireling, no doubt, but that my friends here were
amateurs who didn't care to say their prayers in public. His lordship
begged pardon, and I bet you he's a gentleman. Nearly everybody is, when
you come to know him."
Chevenix revelled in him. "Still the complete moralist, old Jack!" he
cheered. "I'll back you for a bushel of nuts to have it out with Charon as
you ferry across.
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