He was a little older now, and his temper more difficult to stir.
"Yes, the play-actor," he answered, smiling.

"With a shorter part this time, though." "What part to-day?
Isn't it the old one, the king with a pasteboard crown ?" asked Rupert, sitting down on the table.

"Faith, we shall do handsomely in Ruritania: you have a pasteboard crown, and I (humble man though I am) have given the other one a heavenly crown.

What a brave show! But perhaps I tell you news ?" "No, I know what you've done." "I take no credit.

It was more the dog's doing than mine," said Rupert carelessly.