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"That's as may be, Jooly," replied her brother, "but I take it that the hearts of the women go to the Senatorska." For Miss Mangles, on the advice of a polyglot concierge, had walked down the length of that silent street, the Franciszkanska, where the Jews ply their mysterious trades and where every shutter is painted with bright images of the wares sold within the house.
"Told you," said Mr. Mangles to his sister, who for so lofty a soul was within almost measurable distance of snappishness "told you you would have nothing to complain of in the hotel, Jooly." But Miss Mangles was not to be impressed or mollified.
"Especially when that lady is dependent on you for her daily bread and her frocks," answered Netty, in an affectionate aside, which Cartoner was, nevertheless, able to overhear. "Where is your aunt Jooly?" inquired the old man, hurriedly. "I thought she was coming on deck." "So she is," answered Netty. "I left her in the saloon. She is quite well. She was talking to some people."
"What, already?" exclaimed the lady's brother. And Netty nodded her head with a mystic gravity. She was looking towards the saloon stairway, from whence she seemed to expect Miss Mangles. "My sister Jooly, sir," explained Mr. Mangles to Cartoner, "is no doubt known to you Miss Julia P. Mangles, of New York City." Cartoner tried to look as if he had heard the name before.
"I suppose," Miss Mangles was saying "I suppose, Joseph, that Lady Orlay has been interested in the work without our knowing it?" "It is possible, Jooly it is possible," replied Mr. Joseph P. Mangles, looking with a small, bright, speculative eye out of the window of his private sitting-room in a hotel in Northumberland Avenue.
"Yes," he said, "the women will be on deck soon and my sister Jooly. You don't know Jooly?" He spoke with a slow and pleasant American accent. "I saw you speaking to a young lady in the saloon after luncheon," said Cartoner. "She had a blue ribbon round her throat. She was pretty." "That wasn't Jooly," said Mr. Mangles, without hesitation.
It seems to indicate that England is prepared to give me a welcome." "On the face of it, Jooly, it would seem just that." Mr. Mangles continued to gaze with a speculative eye into Northumberland Avenue. If, as Cartoner had suggested, the profession of which Mr.
He paused, and looked slowly round the table. "Jooly pass the mustard," he said. Then, having helped himself, he lapsed into the monotone again, with a sort of earnest unction that had surely crossed the seas with those Pilgrim Fathers who set sail in quest of liberty. "'Give back to our Poland her ancient splendor! Look upon fields soaked with blood!
And Joseph changed the position of his cigar from the left-hand to the right-hand corner of his mouth, very dexterously from within, with his tongue. He saw no reason why Jooly should not write a paper on the Semitic question in Russia, and read it to a greedy multitude in a town-hall, provided that the town-hall was sufficiently far West. "Seen the Senatorska, Netty?" he inquired.
"Even the best people seem to lend their countenance to this," said Miss Mangles, in an undertone. "You are right, Jooly." But Miss Mangles did not hear. She was engaged in bowing to Paul Deulin, who was coming up the steps. She was rather glad to see him, for the feeling had come over her that she was quite unknown to all these people.
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