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A heart-rending sob was usually the sign of reviving intelligence. "Well," said Gethryn, buttoning his greatcoat, "I'll see you all in an hour at the Opera." Braith was not coming with them to the Ball, so Rex shook hands and said "Good night," and calling "Au revoir" to Rowden and the rest, ran down stairs three at a time.
When they saw Braith they started for him; one was ahead in the race, but the other gained on him, reached him, dealt him a merciless blow, and panted up to Braith. The defeated one, crying bitterly, gathered up his scattered papers from the gutter. "Curse you, Rigaud! you hound!" he cried, in a passion of tears. "Curse you, son of a murderer!"
Elliott took up his hat and followed. "Braith," he said, "we'll drink your health as we go through the mill." "Remember that the mill grinds slowly but surely," said Braith.
Beads of perspiration clustered above his canary-colored eyebrows as he set down the glass with a gasp. Braith was watching the crowd. Presently he exclaimed: "There's Rex now," and rising, waved his glass and his cane and called Gethryn's name. The people sitting at adjacent tables glanced at one another resignedly. "More crazy English!" "Rex! Clifford!"
A slow wave of the white-gloved hand, a few gentle tips of the wand, and then a sweep which seemed to draw out the long, rich opening chord of the Dream Song and set it drifting away among the trees till it lost itself in the rattle and clatter of the Boulevard St Michel. Braith and Bulfinch set down their glasses and listened.
"Don't you think I had better run up to see if Jack and Sylvia are well entrenched? I can get back before dark." "No. Go in and find Colette, and I'll go." "No, no, let me go, there's no danger." "I know it," replied West calmly; and, dragging Braith into the alley, pointed to the cellar steps. The iron door was barred. "Colette! Colette!" he called.
Braith turned square around and looked at him in a way that caused a still further diminution of his jauntiness and a proportionate increase of respect. "Oh I'll explain, if I know what you want explained. We were at Brindisi, were we not?" "Yes." "On our way to Cairo?" "Yes." "In the same hotel?" "Yes."
Gethryn rose restlessly and went over to another table where a man, young, but older than himself, sat, looking comfortable. "Braith," he began, trying to speak indifferently, "any news of my fate?" The other man finished his beer and then answered carelessly, "No." But catching sight of Gethryn's face he added, with a laugh: "Look here, Rex, you've got to stop this moping."
Pick heard and turned, his eyes falling first on Gethryn, who met his look with one that was worse than a kick. He glanced next at Braith, and then he turned green under the dirty yellow of the skin. Braith's eyes seemed to strike fire; his mouth was close set.
Rex gave him a quick look, and turning on his heel, said carelessly: "I see you and Mr Braith are old acquaintances, so I won't scruple to leave you with him for a moment. Bring Mr Bulfinch over to the music stand, Braith." And smiling, as if he were assisting at a charming reunion, he led Clifford away. The latter turned, as he departed, an eye of delighted intelligence upon Braith.
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