Martin malgre lui was not one which appealed to him.

Towards dawn the pigling fell into a happy slumber, and Latimer might
have followed its example, but at about the same time Stupor Hartlepooli
gave a rousing crow, clattered down to the floor and forthwith commenced
a spirited combat with his reflection in the wardrobe mirror. Remembering
that the bird was more or less under his care Latimer performed Hague
Tribunal offices by draping a bath-towel over the provocative mirror, but
the ensuing peace was local and short-lived. The deflected energies of
the gamecock found new outlet in a sudden and sustained attack on the
sleeping and temporarily inoffensive pigling, and the duel which followed
was desperate and embittered beyond any possibility of effective
intervention. The feathered combatant had the advantage of being able,
when hard pressed, to take refuge on the bed, and freely availed himself
of this circumstance; the pigling never quite succeeded in hurling
himself on to the same eminence, but it was not from want of trying.

Neither side could claim any decisive success, and the struggle had been
practically fought to a standstill by the time that the maid appeared
with the early morning tea.

"Lor, sir," she exclaimed in undisguised astonishment, "do you want those
animals in your room?"

_Want_!

The pigling, as though aware that it might have outstayed its welcome,
dashed out at the door, and the gamecock followed it at a more dignified
pace.