Till the stone is lifted, and the Brahmins come down singing the songs that I know, and feed me with warm milk, and take me to the light again, I--I--I, and no other, am the Warden
of the King's Treasure!
'I have brought you some more chocolates, Miss Warden, and some fruit.
The next he had darted across the room, and, before the horrified eyes of Mr Warden, was holding Ruth in his arms.
Almost simultaneously Mr Warden joined in, and there was a striking similarity between the two voices, for Mr Warden, searching for words, emitted as a preliminary to them a sort of passionate yelp.
'I refuse!' shouted Mr Warden. 'I absolutely refuse.'
Have you ever heard of Vince's Stores, Mr Warden? Perhaps they are since your time.
Mr Warden's frosty demeanour had gradually thawed during this recital, and now the sun of his smile shone out warmly.
"She's with the Warden, I believe, y'reince!" the Chancellor replied with a low bow.
The Warden, a tall dignified man with a grave but very pleasant face, was seated before a writing-table, which was covered with papers, and holding on his knee one of the sweetest and loveliest little maidens it has ever been my lot to see.
"He only came back last night," said the Warden, when the kissing was over: "he's been traveling post-haste, for the last thousand miles or so, in order to be here on Sylvie's birthday.
"Says she ca'n't dream!" the puzzled Warden repeated.
"Five minutes' lessons a day!" said the Warden. "You won't learn much at that rate, little man!"