But the groove they were to slide on, and meet, gave way: my Wife's heart went, and mine remained.' KING.

"'You see, Pinto, you were not good for much to those people, any more than to me.' EGO.

"'Oh, Sire, your Majesty, since then, owes him some compensation for the sabre-cuts he had on his head.' KING.

"'He gets but too much compensation.

Pinto, did n't I send you yesterday some of my good Preussen honey ?' PINTO.