Chapter 71

Lamancha, who was suffering a good deal from thirst and hunger and longed for a bath, arose from his stool. "I think," he said, "that we three--especially myself--owe you the most abject apologies. I see now that we were taking no risks worth mentioning, and that what we thought was an adventure was only a _faux pas_. It was abominably foolish, and we are all very sorry about it. I think you've taken it uncommonly well." Lord Claybody raised a protesting hand. "Not another word. I vote we break up this conference a…