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He was led back to the coffee-stand, where now Barney, the proprietor, was pouring out coffee for a hoarse-voiced coster girl with a draggled feather in her hat, who greeted their arrival hilariously. "Hello, Glad!" she cried out. "Got yer suvrink back?" Glad it seemed to be the creature's wild name nodded, but held close to her companion's side, clutching his coat.
She bought slices of pork and beef, and of suet-pudding with a few currants sprinkled through it. "Will yer 'elp me to carry it?" she inquired. "I'll 'ave to get a few pen'worth o' coal an' wood an' a screw o' tea an' sugar. My wig, wot a feed me an' Polly'll 'ave!" As they returned to the coffee-stand she broke more than once into a hop of glee. Barney had changed his mind concerning her.
At a corner which led into a black hole of a court, a coffee-stand was stationed, in charge of a burly ruffian in corduroys. "Come along," said the girl. "There it is. It ain't strong, but it's 'ot." She sidled up to the stand, drawing Dart with her, as if glad of his protection. "'Ello, Barney," she said. "'Ere's a gent warnts a mug o' yer best. I've 'ad a bit o' luck, an' I wants one mesself."
Captain, even our boys wouldn't allow that; no, here's a doctor, now." I went down to the supper-table. Camille was there, dispensing its promiscuous hospitality to men who ate like pigs. I would as leave have found her behind a French-market coffee-stand. Harry Helm, nursing his bandaged hand, was lolling back from the board and quizzing her with compliments while she cut up his food.
"Yes, you'll come," he answered, and he gave him the money. "I 'm going back to the coffee-stand." The thief stood staring after him as he went out of the court. Dart was speaking to himself. "I don't know why I did it," he said. "But the thing had to be done." In the street he turned into he came upon the robbed girl, running, panting, and crying.
"But maybe you couldn't take care of her as well as I can," said the happy Richling. "Oh, tdat's a tdifferendt. A voman kin tek care herself." Visiting the French market on one of these glad mornings, as his business often required him to do, he fell in with Narcisse, just withdrawing from the celebrated coffee-stand of Rose Nicaud.
These two persons had met by chance at a coffee-stand one beautiful summer dawn in one of the markets, the Tréiné, most likely, where, perched on high stools at a zinc-covered counter, with the smell of fresh blood on the right and of stale fish on the left, they had finished half their cup of café au lait before they awoke to the exhilarating knowledge of each other's presence.
Just at that moment I caught sight of the young lieutenant who had spent the night in the forward car. He was a tall, slender fellow, with thick, close-cropped brown beard and clear blue eyes, and he had got that poor devil of a prisoner and his guard together, and was fetching them back along the track to the coffee-stand that happened to be right opposite where the sleeper stopped.
There was a coffee-stand upon the corner, and here he bought two doughnuts for a cent each, and began munching them, noticing at the same time that they were not of the best, being dry, and that the flavor wasn't to be compared to that of those Grace was in the habit of turning out at home. Under the Elevated Road it was not as light as could be wished, and Richard could not see very well.
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