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A little, wiry fellow, with cheerful Cockney speech, he stood chalking his cue at a window. "I say, what's the matter one piecee picnic this week? Pink Pagoda, eh? Mrs. Gilly's back, you know." "No, is she?" wheezed the fat Sturgeon, with something like enthusiasm. "Now we'll brighten up! By Jove, that's good news. That's worth hearing. Eh, Heywood?"
Oh, I forgot, you're a German, too. A sweet little colony! Gilly's the only gentleman in the whole half-dozen of us, and Heaven knows he's not up to much. Ah, we're in. On our right, fellow sufferers, we see the blooming Village of Stinks." He had risen in the gloom. Beyond his shadow a few feeble lights burned low and scattered along the bank.
No wonder that his eyes used to turn to the Crystal Egg when he sat in Gilly's house. And then because the moon shone on it just as he was leaving, and because he knew that Gilly's back was turned, he could not keep himself from making a little spring and taking the Crystal Egg softly in his mouth. He went amongst the dark, dark trees with the soft and easy trot of a Fox.
"Oh, then you'll have to go a long way," said the Weasel, "but I'll go with you no matter bow far you go." The Weasel walked by Gilly's side very bravely and very independently. "Oh, look," said Gilly to the Weasel, "what is that that's in the water?" The Weasel looked and saw a crystal egg in the shallows. "It's an egg," said the Weasel, "I often eat one myself.
When they looked up, their eyes went straight to Heywood at the head; so that, though deferring to his elders, the youngest man plainly presided. Chantel turned suddenly, merrily, his teeth flashing in a laugh. "If we are then afraid, let us all take a jonc down the river," he scoffed, "or the next vessel for Hongkong!" Gilly's tired, honest eyes saw only the plain statement. "Impossible."
Gilly's "Narrative," and what he read excited so lively an interest in his mind that he went direct to his bookseller and ordered all the publications relative to the Vaudois Church that could be procured. The general's zeal being thus fired, he set out shortly after on a visit to the Piedmontese valleys.
She ransacked a great cedar chest, a table, shelves, boxes, and strewed the contents on the floor, silk scarfs, shining Benares brass, Chinese silver, vivid sarongs from the Preanger regency, Kyoto cloisonné, a wild heap of plunder from the bazaars of all the nations where Gilly's meagre earnings had been squandered.
He had made a home for himself under the roof. Sometimes he would go away for a day or so and he would never tell Gilly where he had been. When he was at home he made himself the door-keeper of Gilly's house. If any of the creatures made themselves disagreeable by quarrelling amongst each other, or by being uncivil to Gilly, the Weasel would just walk over to them and look them in the eyes.
Social excitement was as the breath in Gilly's nostrils; notorious for profuse expenditure even when he was penniless, he was now absolutely reckless with money that was plentiful and moreover not his own.
He was always picking up and eating things that had been left over a potato roasting in the ashes, an apple left upon a plate, a piece of meat under a cover. Gilly did not grudge these things to Rory the Fox and he always left something in a bag for him to take home to the young foxes. I had nearly forgotten to tell you about Gilly's friend, the brave Weasel.
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