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To the devil with both of them. I always hated the creatures! Die, Dea! Oh, I am quite comfortable!" He returned to the Tadcaster Inn, It struck half-past six. It was a little before twilight. Master Nicless stood on his doorstep. He had not succeeded, since the morning, in extinguishing the terror which still showed on his scared face. He perceived Ursus from afar. "Well!" he cried.
The innkeeper smiled, and addressed Ursus. "Master Ursus, you can sell the Green Box." Ursus looked at Nicless. "Master Ursus, you have the offer." "From whom?" "An offer for the caravan, an offer for the two horses, an offer for the two gipsy women, an offer " "From whom?" repeated Ursus. "From the proprietor of the neighbouring circus." Ursus remembered it. "It is true."
Master Nicless turned to the justice of the quorum. "Your honour, the bargain can be completed to-day. The proprietor of the circus close by wishes to buy the caravan and the horses." "The proprietor of the circus is right," said the justice, "because he will soon require them. A caravan and horses will be useful to him. He, too, will depart to-day.
Master Nicless had been close to the carriage, and seen the coat of arms and the footmen covered with lace. The coachman had a wig on which might have belonged to a Lord Chancellor. The carriage was of that rare design called, in Spain, cochetumbon, a splendid build, with a top like a tomb, which makes a magnificent support for a coronet.
In the yard, Master Nicless was stemming, with servile and imperious gestures, the cries of terror raised by Vinos and Fibi, as in great distress they watched Gwynplaine led away, and the mourning-coloured garb and the iron staff of the wapentake. The two girls were like petrifactions: they were in the attitude of stalactites. Govicum, stunned, was looking open-mouthed out of a window.
The police had acted as auxiliary to him, Nicless. They had delivered him from "such people." The means he had sought were brought to him. Ursus, whom he wanted to get rid of, was being driven away by the police, a superior authority. Nothing to object to. He was delighted. He interrupted, "Your honour, that man " He pointed to Ursus with his finger.
The justice of the quorum watched Ursus. "And yourself in prison." Ursus murmured, "Your worship!" "Be off before to-morrow morning; if not, such is the order." "Your worship!" "What?" "Must we leave England, he and I?" "Yes." "To-day?" "To-day." "What is to be done?" Master Nicless was happy. The magistrate, whom he had feared, had come to his aid.
"Why do you laugh?" said the tavern-keeper. "I am re-entering private life." Master Nicless understood, and gave an order to his lieutenant, the boy Govicum, to announce to every one who should come that there would be no performance that evening. He took from the door the box made out of a cask, where they received the entrance money, and rolled it into a corner of the lower sitting-room.
It was thus necessary to cross the tavern to enter the courtyard. At the Tadcaster Inn there was a landlord and a boy. The landlord was called Master Nicless, the boy Govicum. Master Nicless Nicholas, doubtless, which the English habit of contraction had made Nicless, was a miserly widower, and one who respected and feared the laws. As to his appearance, he had bushy eyebrows and hairy hands.
Ursus smoothed the felt of the hat, touched the cloth of the cloak, the serge of the coat, the leather of the esclavine, and no longer able to doubt whose garments they were, with a gesture at once brief and imperative, and without saying a word, pointed to the door of the inn. Master Nicless opened it. Ursus rushed out of the tavern.
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