The Napoleon of Notting Hill
men got cut about, though. They fought confoundedly well. They took Pump Street once. What mad things do happen in the world. To think that of all of us it should be little Wilson with the red whiskers who came out best."
The King made a note on his paper—
"Romantic Conduct of Mr. Wilson."
"Yes," said Buck, "it makes one a bit less proud of one's ‘h’s.'"
The King suddenly folded or crumpled up the paper, and put it in his pocket.
"I have an idea," he said. "I will be an eye-witness. I will write you such letters from the Front as will be more gorgeous than the real thing. Give me my coat, Paladium. I entered this room a mere King of England. I leave it, Special War Correspondent of the Court Journal. It is useless to stop me, Pally; it is vain to cling to my knees, Buck; it is hopeless, Barker, to weep upon my neck. 'When duty calls'—the remainder of the sentiment escapes me. You will receive my first article this evening by the eight o'clock post."
And, running out of the office, he jumped upon a blue Bayswater omnibus that went swinging by.
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