Harry did not interrupt the silence, as, foolishly, he was allowing his mind to carry itself away from the scene of enjoyment that was present, and trouble itself with the coming battle which he would be obliged to fight with the count.

Schmoff was the first to speak.

"When I was eating a horse at Hamboro'-- " he began.
"Schmoff," said the count, "if we allow you to get behind the ramparts of that besieged city, we shall have to eat that horse for the rest of the evening.

Captain Boodle, if you will believe me, I eat that horse once for two hours.

Ah, here is the port wine.