A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 5 Page 7

certainly a superior man like me ought to be shrewd enough to contrive some way to take advantage of such a state of things. I went on thinking, and worked out a plan. Then I said:

“Get up. Pull yourself together; look me in the eye. Do you know why I laughed?”

“No — but for our blessed Lady’s sake, do it no more.”

“Well, I’ll tell you why I laughed.

Because I’m a magician myself.”

“Thou!” The boy recoiled a step, and caught his breath, for the thing hit him rather sudden; but the aspect which he took on was very, very respectful. I took quick note of that; it indicated that a humbug didn’t need to have a