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Updated: May 3, 2025
A tall and amiable-looking boy in a flowing gold-coloured robe suddenly appeared before them, holding open a wooden gate, through which they passed into a garden. "Hulloh, Ibrahim!" cried Nigel. "Hulloh, my gentleman!" returned the boy, inclining his body towards Mrs. Armine and touching his fez with his hand.
The daughters have been walking over the world like peacocks, but they'll crawl on it like cockroaches . . . Hulloh, here's ould Balgean of Eagle Hill, in his grand carriage with his English coachman. . . . See that, though? See him doff his hat to you, the ould hypocrite? He knows something. He's got an inkling. Things travel. We'll beat 'em, gel, we'll beat 'em!
"Hulloh!" cries the other, who was perfectly kind, and entirely frank and pleasant, and showed no difference in his conversation with men of any degree, except perhaps that to his inferiors in station he was a little more polite than to his equals; but who would as soon have thought of a young artist leaving Baden in a carriage of his own as of his riding away on a dragon.
He saw Jacob Crayford, smartly dressed, a white flower in his buttonhole, standing in a group of pressmen, went up to him and gently took him by the arm. "Hulloh, Van Brinen! Going to be kind to us to-night?" "I hope so. Your man is a man of value." "Heath? And if he weren't, d'you think I'd be spending my last dollar on him? But what do you know of his music more than the others?"
Bertha Martin was swinging her left foot out across the curb with each step, giving her right heel a little twirl to keep her balance. "You are very clever, Bair-ta," said Mademoiselle, still in French, "but you will never make a prima ballerina." "Hulloh!" breathed Jimmie, "she's perking up." "Isn't she?" said Miriam, feeling that she was throwing away the last shred of her dignity.
"Would you rather he remained obscure and entirely yours?" a voice seemed to say within her. She did not debate this question, but again turned, made her way to Mrs. Shiffney's box, which she located rightly this time, pushed the door and abruptly went into it. "Hulloh!" said a powerful and rather surprised voice.
Fortunately, he was sober enough to detect, from my manner, that his company was not desirable." He marched twice round the room like a buffoon, and finding we took no notice, said: "Hulloh! what's up? Lovers' quarrel, eh?"
"Come right into the office, if you will!" "Hulloh!" said Crayford, a moment later to Claude. "Here's Mrs. Shiffney wants to be let in to the rehearsal! And whom with, d'you think?" "Whom?" asked Claude quickly. "Not Madame Sennier?" "Jonson Ramer." "The financier?" "Our biggest! My boy, you're booming! Old Jonson Ramer asking to come in to our rehearsal!
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