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When you're undressed, give him your clothes, and he'll have them dried and brushed for you by morning. Paul obeyed, and when he had handed over his clothes to the hostler's care he went to bed, and listened for awhile to the murmuring voices of Pauer and Darco, who were now immediately beneath him.
Paul went on and Darco snored continuously, but whenever the reader looked up at him, he was wide awake and attentive. The landlady came in to clear the table and Darco drove her from the room as if she had come to steal her own properties. Then he flung himself anew into his arm-chair and snored until the reading came to a close.
It seemed that Darco had come to an explanation of his movement, and Paul did not care to think that he had found the real reason for it The real reason was a sacred thing whilst it was hidden away in his own breast; but, held out to the inspection of others, it had a gawky, unfledged sort of look. It lost dignity.
'There is enough glean water in the tay's rainfall to wash it off, Darco answered. 'Did you efer read "The Orichinal"? 'No, said Paul. 'The man who wrote it vos so healthy that he nefer hat need to wash himself. His skin was too bure to hold dirt. 'Filthy beggar! said Paul. 'I make it a baraple, Darco declared. 'Id is true of the immordal soul.
Out of an idea which had cropped up in the course of work, and had been abandoned as being too heavy to be employed as a mere episode, the indefatigable Darco had already constructed a new plot, and was fain to begin at once upon its development. But Paul insisted upon at least a fortnight's holiday, and carried his point.
He would be obliged if Paul would write a letter for him from dictation. He dictated a lengthy business letter setting forth the terms on which he was willing to accept the management of a theatrical provincial tour, and when it was finished he asked Pauer to read it. 'That's all right, said Pauer. 'Good legible fist. Well spelled. Punctuation and capitals all right. 'Ferry well, said Darco.
Come again with me to write blays. We will both great fortunes make. 'Shake hands on that, said Paul vehemently; and Darco shook hands with phlegm. 'It is a pargain, he said. 'See me in five hours' time Hotel Meurice, Rue de Rivoli I will write it for you. And now I must go apout my work. I am encaged in ten minutes.
'Getting your hands pretty full, ain't you, George? 'Ah! said Darco. 'Vait till I get my London theatre. I should haf been in London lonk ako if it had not been for Barton. He gild the boots that lace the golden legs. 'What did he do? asked Pauer. 'Gild the boots that lace the golden legs. 'Killed the goose that lays the golden eggs, do you mean? 'Man alife! ejaculated Darco. 'I zaid zo.
Darco took his prodigious breakfast in cold gloom, and Paul was as sure of his bitter resentment as of his own useless regret for having wounded him. It was a trying hour for both of them. 'I am going out now, said Darco, 'ant you will pe gone before I am pack again. Shake hants. You are going to be very zorry before I see you again.
'My name is Armstrong, said Paul. 'I worked beside you for a week or two. 'The friend of my youth, said Mr. Warr. 'Permit me to shake hands. Rely upon me, Mr. Armstrong, not to be presumptuous. Rely upon me, sir. I shall respect bygones. Mr. Darco will tell you who I was and what I was when he first knew me. I was first low com., sir, at the Vic, upon my soul and honour, Mr. Armstrong.
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