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Judge Smith told the chief he would be responsible for Mose while in the city, so he let him go. There was a carriage in waiting. They got in and were driven to Leon's restaurant, where they found a large number of Judge Smith's friends and a fine dinner awaiting them.
The porter came out to open it, and stared at him in surprise. "I didn't know you was out, Sir," he said. Evidently the porter had mistaken him for Leon. This address assured him of the fact of Leon's presence. The porter was a new hand, and Reginald did not think it worth while to explain.
"It is strange that I can't have five minutes' peace and quietness," he said. "I told you that I was at home to no one." "But " "Enough! Let the lady and gentleman wait." The servant withdrew. The thought of passing out through the drawing-room filled Pascal with consternation. How could he hope to escape Madame Leon's keen eyes?
"How do you make that out?" he asked Karlkammer. "Moses of course adds up the same as Moses but while the other part of the Maggid's name makes seventy-three, da Leon's makes ninety-one." "Ah, that's because you're ignorant of Gematriyah," said little Karlkammer, looking up contemptuously at the cantankerous giant.
He rather chose to investigate that earlier marriage with Miss Fortescue. By this time Leon's objections to confess had vanished. The inducements which Reginald held out were of themselves attractive enough to one in his desperate position, and, what was more, he felt that there was no alternative. Having once begun, he seemed to grow accustomed to it, and spoke with greater freedom.
A sharp passage of arms followed between Bañez and Luis de Leon, and, after some exchange of argument, Bañez professed to be satisfied with Castañeda's thesis, and therefore with Luis de Leon's explanations.
"Well," the latter continued, making a curtsey, "if it weren't asking too much," and she curtsied once more, "if you would" and her eyes begged "a jar of brandy," she said at last, "and I'd rub your little one's feet with it; they're as tender as one's tongue." Once rid of the nurse, Emma again took Monsieur Léon's arm.
From respect, or from a sort of sensuality that made him carry on his investigations slowly, Charles had not yet opened the secret drawer of a rosewood desk which Emma had generally used. One day, however, he sat down before it, turned the key, and pressed the spring. All Leon's letters were there. There could be no doubt this time.
"That cushion for Aunt Ursula will take up such a deal of room. It might be put beside the coachman." "Poor aunt." "Papa, don't let us go to Aunt Ursula," said Baby; "she pricks so when she kisses you." "Naughty boy . . . . Think of all we have to get into the carriage. Leon's rocking-horse, Louise's muff, your father's slippers, Ernestine's quilt, the bonbons, the work-box.
As Luis de Leon's supporters were filing into the room where they were to discuss the situation, they were approached by a member of the royal household who informed them that he had it in command from the King to bid them suspend the execution of the brief till fresh orders came from Rome.
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