I meant Mister Malcolm.

While so many people were in here congratulating us and shaking hands, I heard him say something to her in an undertone, and then he sang sort of under his breath, you know, so that nobody else but me heard him, that verse from the play: "'Go bid the Princess in the tower Forget all thought of sorrow.
Her true love will return to her With joy on some glad morrow.' "Then he bent over her and said still lower, 'By _my_ calendar it's the glad morrow _now_, Princess.' "He went on just like he was in the play, you know.

I suppose they have rehearsed it so much that it is sort of second nature for them to talk in that old-time way, like kings and queens used to do." "Maybe," answered Phil.

"Then what did _she_ say ?" he demanded, frowning.
"I don't know.

She walked off toward the house with him, and that's the last I saw of them.