Now DINARZADE did not like this flippant tone of address.  He was, as has been recorded by SHAHSTEAD (a gentleman of whose patronage he is proud) not a man you may take liberties with.  For SCHEHERAZADE, taking mean advantage of a French agglomeration of letters which did not represent his name, to hail him as “JACK” was characteristic, and therefore undesirable.  But, as everybody knows, DINARZADE, at the approach of each successive morning, was obliged to make this appeal to his brother, in order to circumvent the bloodthirsty designs of the Sultan (for particulars of which, see original).  So he dissembled his anger, and SCHEHERAZADE proceeded to tell the History of the Second Old Man, and the Black Dog.

“Sire,” he said, “whilst the Merchant and the First Old Man, who conducted the hind, went their way, there arrived another Old Man, who led a black dog, and who forthwith proceeded to relate his history.  ‘We were, you know,’ he remarked, leaning wearily on his staff, ’two brothers, this dog that you see, and myself.  In early life we were not tied by those bonds of affection that should exist in family circles.  In fact, on one occasion, I had to put my brother in prison.  He had not at that period assumed the four-footed condition in which you now behold him.  He walked about on two legs, like the rest of us, ate and drank, made love, and made merry.  After he had been in prison some time, successful interposition was made on his behalf by a friend named Le Sieur O’SHAY.  But that (as RUDYARD KIPPLING observes) is another story.

“’Some time after my brother came to me and proposed to make a long journey involving close business relations with him.  I at first declined his proposition.  “You have been in business some time,” I said to him, “and what have you gained?  Who is to assure me that I shall be more fortunate than you?”

“’In vain he encouraged me to stake my fortune with him, but he returned so often to the charge that, having through six years constantly resisted his solicitations, I at last yielded.  I realised all my property, took my brother into partnership, stocked our vessel exclusively with Home Rule goods, and set out on our voyage.

“’We arrived safely, did a great stroke of business with our wares, bought those of the country, and set forth on our return voyage.  Just as we were ready to re-embark I met on the seashore a lady, not at all bad looking, but very meanly dressed.  She approached me, kissed my hand, begged me to take her for my wife, and conduct her to my home across the sea.  This may seem to our friend JACK MORLEY a somewhat hasty proceeding.  JACK is a philosopher, but I am the Second Old Man, a mere child of nature.  I took her into Bond Street, and bought her a new dress, and, having duly married her, we set sail.  Perhaps I should add that her maiden name was IRELAND.