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Clo, as close behind them as she dared to venture, guessed instantly that, until now, they had not entirely made up their minds which of several hiding-places it would be safest for them to seek. Judging by their linked arms, and the nearness of the two heads, their conversation was absorbing. They stopped at the corner, and Clo stopped also.
"Clo," he cried again "thy mother she was but a girl, and died alone I did no justice to her! Daphne! Daphne!" And he shook beneath the bed- clothes, shuddering to his feet, his face growing more grey and pinched. "She loved thee once," Clorinda said. "She was a gentle soul, and would not forget. She will show thee mercy." "Birth she went through," he muttered, "and death alone. Birth and death!
And before he knew where he was, there was Gus for the first time in his life drinking Clos-Vougeot. Gus said he had never tasted Bergamy before, at which the bailiff sneered, and told him the name of the wine. "Old Clo! What?" says Gus; and we laughed: but the Hebrew gents did not this time. "Come, come, sir!" says Mr.
'He sells shoddy new reach-me-downs as pawned old clo, complained Lazarus Levy, who had taken over S. Cohn's business, together with his daughter Deborah, 'and he charges the Sudminster donkey-heads more than the price we ask for 'em as new. Talk of the devil ! At this point Simeon Samuels stalked into the synagogue, late but serene.
These being of the young and riotous sort, there was much loud talk and laughter and toasting of ladies, sometimes far from respectfully, and Sir John Oxon, who was flushed with wine, was the central figure, and toasted her ladyship of Dunstanwolde with an impudent air. "'Tis not my lady I drink to," he cried, "but Clo Wildairs Clo astride a hunter and with her black hair looped under her hat.
Even Aunt Chloe became excited, and prepared so many nice things for "Misto Mark an' Missy Rufe to eat when dey's a-trabblin'" that Mark actually laughed when he saw them. "Why, Aunt Clo," he explained, "you have got enough there to last us all the time we're gone. Do you think they don't have anything to eat up North?"
Presently the pair resolved on going down toward Thirteenth Street. Clo went after them. They walked for several blocks; and the girl following always glanced at the number of each street she passed. There had been an accident to a taxi, however, in the neighbourhood of Eleventh Street, and a crowd had collected. In this crowd Clo nearly lost the quarry.
There was no glove on it, and the pathetically small thing was icy cold. "She's fainted, fast enough," he growled. Clo heard the words dimly, as though she had cotton wool in her ears. Her duty was to trick the man, but she didn't like doing that duty. O'Reilly gently laid down the tiny paw he had taken in his. It was limp as the hand of a dead girl.
She dodged back and forth from room to room, and was at home to receive her husband in the afternoon. Next morning early Clo heard Churn announce that he would meet Isaacs' train at the Grand Central; the "old lady" had told him the time. Kit objected. "You might miss him. Best wait at his place," she advised. But Churn would not be persuaded.
She might hesitate to cheat or trick him in whatever way came handy, and thus fail the Angel on top of all her boasts. In her hot little heart Clo prayed for the wisdom of the serpent, and as her elfin face took on anxious lines, she became more interesting to O'Reilly. Her white face looked pinched and desperate.
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