human
I don't know the arms,
gpt
Oh, Ricardo, how you _do_ neglect your Heraldry! Old Green Stocking is in despair over your ignorance.
human
Why, these are the Royal Arms of England, you great ignorant Dick!
gpt
But Rome isn't in England, is it?--and the post-mark is 'Roma': that's Rome in some lingo, I expect. It is in Latin, anyhow, I know. _Mortuus est Romae_--'He died at Rome.' It's in the Latin Grammar. Let's see what the fellow says, anyhow,
human
He begins, 'Prins and dear Cousin!' I say, Jaqueline, he spells it 'Prins;' now it is P-R-I-N-C-E. He _must_ be an ignorant fellow!
gpt
People in glass houses should not throw stones, Dick,
human
He signs himself 'Charles, P. W.,' said Ricardo, looking at the end.
gpt
Who on earth can he be? Why does he not put 'P. W. Charles,' if these are his initials? Look here, it's rather a long letter; you might read it to us, Jack!
human
How nice it smells, all scented! The paper is gilt-edged, too.
gpt
Luxurious beggar, whoever he is,
human
Well, he says: 'Prins and dear Cousin,--You and me' (oh, what grammar!) 'are much the same age, I being fifteen next birthday, and we should be better _ackwainted_. All the wurld has herd of the fame of Prins Ricardo, whose name is _feerd_, and his _sord_ dreded, wherever there are Monsters and Tirants. Prins, you may be less well informed about my situation. I have not killed any Dragguns, there being nun of them here; but I have been _under fiar_, at Gaeta.' Where's Gaeta, Dick?
gpt
Never heard of it,
human
Well, it is in Italy, and it was besieged lately. He goes on: 'and I am told that I did not misbehave myself, nor disgrace _the blud of Bruce_.'
gpt
I've heard of Robert Bruce, said Dick;
human
Well, your correspondent seems to be a descendant of his.
gpt
That's getting more interesting, said Dick.
human
I wish my father would go to war with somebody. With the Sword of Sharpness I'd make the enemy whistle! Drive on, Jack.