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"And see this one, Eda he's a 'Harpy Eagle. There's somebody we know looks just like that. Wait a minute I'll tell you it's the woman who sits in the cashier's cage at Grady's." "If it sure isn't!" said Eda. "She has the same fluffy, light hair hairpins can't keep it down, and she looks at you in that same sort of surprised way with her head on one side when you hand in your check."
Convinced now that Bannon was doing everything in his power to conciliate him, Grady grew more important "Very well," he said; "when I've got through up here, ye can see me if ye like." "All right," said Bannon, patiently; "no hurry." During the full torrent of Grady's eloquence the work had not actually been interrupted.
Grady, the attendant. These rooms were on a level with the apartments of our friends Bows and Costigan next door at No. 4; and by reaching over the communicating leads, Grady could command the mignonnette-box which bloomed in Bows's window. From Grady's kitchen casement often came odors still more fragrant.
Their first meeting was at Grady's quick-lunch counter in Faber Street, which they both frequented at one time, and the fact that each had ordered a ham sandwich, a cup of coffee, and a confection new to Grady's known as a Napoleon had led to conversation. Eda, of course, was the aggressor; she was irresistibly drawn, she would not be repulsed.
Grady's affairs were prospering beyond his expectations, confident though he had been. Away back in the summer, when the work was in its early stages, his eye had been upon it; he had bided his time in the somewhat indefinite hope that something would turn up. But he went away jubilant from his conversation with Peterson, for it seemed that all the cards were in his hands.
Something told him that Bannon saw deeper into Grady's manoeuvres than either Peterson or himself, and while he could not understand, yet he was beginning to think that Grady would appear before long, and that Bannon knew it.
The ladies from the theatre did not have their treat to Greenwich, nor did Blanche pay her visit to Fanny Bolton on that day. And Cos, who took occasion majestically to inquire of Grady what the mischief was, and who was crying? had for answer that 'twas a woman, another of them, and that they were, in Grady's opinion, the cause of 'most all the mischief in the world.
'Oh, divil a thing! said the younger, with a half-shamed laugh. 'I don't trust women with too much; but if I had Grady's, I'd soon be a richer man than they think me. Old Grady cut up for a lot of money, and he was too old for business. It's a beautiful chance for a young man. 'Well, Patrick, said the other at last, with a sigh, 'your share won't buy Grady's, but yours and mine together will.
"He's not our boss; he's our servant," was a sentiment they never tired of uttering when the delegate was out of earshot. They met every Friday night, debated, passed portentous resolutions, and listened to Grady's oratory.
On Saturday, accordingly, they met at Grady's for lunch, Eda attired in her best blouse of pale blue, and when they emerged from the restaurant, despite the torrid heat, she beheld Faber Street as in holiday garb as they made their way to the cool recesses of Winterhalter's to complete the feast.
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