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It's no worse to be called Young Cassis than My-Boots, is it?" "Of course not. Young Cassis isn't an ugly name," observed the young woman. And she questioned him about his work. He was still working there, behind the octroi wall at the new hospital. Oh! there was no want of work, he would not be finished there for a year at least. There were yards and yards of gutters!
Torrington waited for Cranbourne to return before giving Doran instructions to show in the gentlemen. To Cassis' unspoken protest he replied: "They evidently have some information which we lack. It would be wise to find out what it is." Ezra P. Hipps was first to enter. He came in like a triumphant army occupying captured territory.
But the room seemed a palace to the brats of the corps de ballet, who were lodged in common dressing-rooms where they spent their time singing, quarreling, smacking the dressers and hair-dressers and buying one another glasses of cassis, beer, or even rhum, until the call-boy's bell rang. Sorelli was very superstitious.
This is a fight and we fight to a finish, please. By your leave we do not take the count until tomorrow morning." "I'm not made of money," Cassis complained. "Very well then, if you are determined to sell sell to me." "Are you crazy?" "Possibly. Come over here." Mr. Torrington took Cassis by the arm and led him to the excited group surrounding Ezra P. Hipps.
"In Heaven's name, man, what's the idea?" was shouted at him from every side. "I'm getting out," was the only answer he condescended. Nugent Cassis was beginning to lose his nerve as emphasised by the fact that he was continually winding his watch or pulling at his precise grey beard.
By the last gleam of the twilight one could see that his face was rubicund and his form athletic. "What can I do for you, Monsieur le Curé?" asked the landlady, as she reached down from the chimney one of the copper candlesticks placed with their candles in a row. "Will you take something? A thimbleful of cassis? A glass of wine?" The priest declined very politely.
"And since the light came into the temple, Nugent Cassis, we've been busy ourselves. Struck me one or two little matters need adjusting." "Your treatment of the substitute for example," said Cranbourne. "Not unlikely, but that job'll keep, and it's in hand already under Laurence." "Dear me, we are being very frank, are we not?" murmured Mr. Torrington.
Torrington and Cranbourne exchanged glances. "Am I to understand that Mr. Frencham Altar has found your hospitality too oppressive?" he asked. "Put it how you like, but that's a side show," came the answer. "We're here on business." Nugent Cassis had recovered some of his self-possession and remarked crisply: "We are very busy, Mr. Hipps."
It hardly accords with your actions of the last few days." Van Diest smiled expansively. "Ver' distressing dis uneven market." "I imagine you must have found it so." "Poor Mister Cassis he was ver' green dis morning." "Our dear Cassis is a born actor. Well, gentlemen, I won't keep you any longer except to offer my sympathy that you have found A. B. so indifferent a confidant. Good day."
His usual air of calm ill-humour had deserted him and, as Lord Almont laconically remarked, "Poor old Cassis is flapping in the wind." "Can't understand their motive," he repeated over and over again. "If they believe they've got Barraclough tucked safely away, what can they gain by this stock juggling?" "They are laying a false scent presumably," said Mr. Torrington.
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