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They may have taken the real Palladium; I may be too late now to save it if they made a mistake, but I am bound to try." He shut his lips, but she read his eyes. "That is like my hero," she said. "Patriotism first, self last. "Barbo," she called, "run before me and clear the way as if I were still a Vestal. It's illegal, but it will work." She started for the house-door and then paused.
As Brinnaria was about to cut the wedding cake her former lictor, Barbo, thrust himself into the dining-hall, frantic with concern, and narrated how the fire was beyond any hope of control and was already devouring the Basilica Argentaria and Basilica Julia.
"Have you any fire buckets?" she asked Almo. "Then have two of the slaves each fill a bucket and keep close behind us." Amid the prayers and blessings of the wedding-guests, they went out hand in hand, the two slaves with leather water-buckets behind them, Barbo ahead, bellowing: "Room for Brinnaria Epulonia! Room for Brinnaria Epulonia!"
And that lady, being a Greek herself, knew a Greek when she saw one. The kind-hearted Barbo lingered in the gathering darkness to witness the game which ensued, a game dear to all New Englanders, comical to Barbo. The two contestants calculated. Barbo reckoned, and put his money on his new-found fellow-clerk. Eliphalet, indeed, never showed to better advantage.
Catherwood was on the sidewalk, talking to a breathless man. That man was Mr. Barbo, Colonel Carvel's book-keeper. "Yes," he was saying, "they they surrendered. There was nothing else for them to do. They were surrounded and overpowered." Mr. Catherwood uttered an oath. But it did not shock Virginia. "And not a shot fired?" he said. "And not a shot fired?" Virginia repeated, mechanically.
Catherwood was on the sidewalk, talking to a breathless man. That man was Mr. Barbo, Colonel Carvel's book-keeper. "Yes," he was saying, "they they surrendered. There was nothing else for them to do. They were surrounded and overpowered." Mr. Catherwood uttered an oath. But it did not shock Virginia. "And not a shot fired?" he said. "And not a shot fired?" Virginia repeated, mechanically.
It is safe to affirm that Colonel Carvel forgot his new hand as soon as he had turned him over to Mr. Hood, the manager. As for Mr. Hopper, he was content. We can ill afford to dissect motives. Genius is willing to lay the foundations of her structure unobserved. At first it was Mr. Barbo alone who perceived Eliphalet's greatness, Mr.
Eliphalet said he guessed he'd have to go somewhere else. Upon this the lady vouchsafed the explanation that those gentlemen had high positions and rented her large rooms. Since Mr. Hopper was from Willesden and knew the Salters, she would be willing to take him for less. Eliphalet said bluntly he would give three and a half. Barbo gasped. This particular kind of courage was wholly beyond him.
"Clarence," said he, "I reckon I can run this establishment without any help from you and Jinny. I've been at it now for a good many years." If Mr. Barbo had not been constitutionally unlucky, he might have perceived Mr. Hopper, before dark that evening, in conversation with Mr. Hood about a certain customer who lived up town, and presently leave the store by the side entrance.
And that lady, being a Greek herself, knew a Greek when she saw one. The kind-hearted Barbo lingered in the gathering darkness to witness the game which ensued, a game dear to all New Englanders, comical to Barbo. The two contestants calculated. Barbo reckoned, and put his money on his new-found fellow-clerk. Eliphalet, indeed, never showed to better advantage.
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