Sentiment has an exquisitely ludicrous side when one is a black-eyed wine-seller perched astride on a wall, and dispensing bandy-dashed wine to half a dozen sun-baked Spahis.
"My heart is a reveil matin, Tata; it wakes fresh every day.

An Englishman! Why dost thou think him that ?" "Because he is a giant," said Tata.
Cigarette snapped her fingers: "I have danced with grenadiers and cuirassiers quite as tall, and twice as heavy.

Apres ?" "Because he bathes--splash! Like any water-dog." "Because he is silent." "Because he rises in his stirrups." "Because he likes the sea." "Because he knows boxing." "Because he is so quiet, and blazes like the devil underneath." Under which mass of overwhelming proofs of nationality the Amie du Drapeau gave in.
"Yes, like enough.

Besides, the other one is English.

One of the Chasseurs d'Afrique tells me that the other one waits on him like a slave when he can--cleans his harness, litters his horse, saves him all the hard work, when he can do it without being found out.