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Julia listened, but especially to the last piece of information, which struck her as being the one most likely to prove interesting. Soon after hearing it, however, she was obliged to go. She made her farewells, and received messages of affection for Mevrouw, condolence for Mijnheer who had a cold and good wishes for Joost's journey. Then she started homewards, with a light basket and a busy mind.
So Julia read and sat staring. An offer for "The Good Comrade." Money from the people to whom it had always practically belonged in her estimation. She could not take it from them, it was impossible; the thing was virtually their own! But if she did not. She re-read Joost's letter with its protestations, and Mijnheer's with its offer if she did not, the little brown bulb would be sent back to her.
Not until then did he observe that a tall, thin stranger stood beside him; and that he was fiddling too, composing a second to Joost's air, as if he could read his thought before he put it into execution on the strings. Joost paused, and the stranger did likewise. "Where de debble did you come frum?" asked the first. The other smiled. "And how did you come to know dat music?" Joost pursued.
Eckstein, if you got to have it, call up my head salesman, Herman Joost, in der Chilton Apardments Prospect three two four nine, und tell him I said he should come down right avay qvick und sell you dot blue vase. Goodbye, Mr. Eckstein." And B. Cohn hung up. Instantly Peck called Prospect 3249 and asked for Herman Joost. Mr. Joost's mother answered.
He came to England some days before the show; he had, besides attending that, to see some important customers on business, also one or two English growers. Now, certain districts of Norfolk are very well suited to the cultivation of bulbs, so it is not surprising that Joost's business took him there.
Julia missed Joost's presence at meals; they were not in the habit of talking much to each other at such times, it is true, but she always knew when she talked to his parents that he was listening, and putting another and fuller interpretation on her words.
Not until then did he observe that a tall, thin stranger stood beside him; and that he was fiddling too, composing a second to Joost's air, as if he could read his thought before he put it into execution on the strings. Joost paused, and the stranger did likewise. "Where de debble did you come frum?" asked the first. The other smiled. "And how did you come to know dat music?" Joost pursued.
It was all very quiet and green around, and quiet and blue above, except for the larks singing rapturously. Certainly it was very good to be away from the Van Heigens, away from the ceaseless little reiteration of Mevrouw's talk, from the minute, punctilious conventions, from Joost's quiet gaze, from the proximity of the hateful, necessary blue daffodil.
"Damn him, you can hear his beastly voice all over the place." "Ef yore yoong mon's dead set to larn fa-armin', an' ef 'e've got a head on 'is shoulders our Jem can larn 'en. Ef 'e 'aven't, ah tall yo stra-aight, Mr. Ollyveer, ye med joost's well tak yore mooney and trow it in t' mistal." Roddy laughed. "I could have told them that," he said. "Money?" "Rather.
She ran down the garden path after him and he, turning just before he reached the front door, stopped. "Good-morning, miss," he said solemnly, removing his hat with a sweep. "I hope I see you well. I do not inconvenience you you are perhaps engaged?" "Come in," Julia answered; "I am glad to see you!" There was no mistaking the sincerity of her tone; Joost's solemn face relaxed a little.
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