Ha, ha, ha!" Then he drew himself up; even when alone he liked to pose with a certain dignity; it was second nature to him.
He looked in at the kitchen door.

The Hottentot maid who acted as interpreter between Tant Sannie and himself was gone, and Tant Sannie herself was in bed.
"Never mind, Bon, my boy," he said, as he walked round to his own room, "tomorrow will do.

He, he, he!".