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But when Sampey raised his eyes and fixed them in a peculiar stare, Bat regarded him a moment in speechless wonder, and then sprang back with a livid face, and in terror cried out: "Santa Maria!" For half a minute he gazed, horrified, at the sight which confronted him, his mouth open, his eyes staring fascinated, terror-stricken, and aghast.
Castellani, whom it finally reached, frowned, thinking that Bat was drunk. The Tattooed Lady laughed outright. Zoë wondered and was troubled; but that night, just before the curtain of her gilt booth was drawn at the close of the exhibition, there stood her hero Sampey, gazing tenderly at her with eyes of a soft, pale, limpid amber. And she slept soundly after that.
The hair of his tufted nose thus got into her pretty blue eyes, and she shuddered. Then she went to Sampey, who was wise, cool, and politic. He listened, amazed, but attentive. The opportunity of his life had come.
The amber eyes instantly disappeared, along with their owner, one Sampey. A thumpy little heart in a round, plump body knew that it was he; knew, therefore, that her destiny was come, and, most extraordinary of all, in the shape of her good father's literary bureau!
Mark this: Stake not too much on a woman's condescension to you; it may come through love for another. Zoë was innocent, honest, and confiding. Innocence measures the strength of faith. The charm of faith is its absurdity. Zoë believed in Sampey.
You come effery day. Gooda place, ha, Samp?" "A very good place, Bat," quietly answered Sampey, who tried hard to appear indifferent as he fumbled nervously in his pocket. "Signor Castellani, he biga mon, reecha mon, gooda mon. You like 'im?" "Very much." Sampey was acting strangely. Bat's eyes twinkled a little dangerously. "You lika da gal, too, ha, Samp?" "The ah the tattooed woman?
When Sampey saw it he turned deathly pale and shrank back, powerless to move or speak. "I ketcha da scound!" exclaimed Bat, shaking his finger in the cowering Sampey's face. "I watch 'im; I ketcha da scound! He play you da dirtee tr-r-icks!" The Wild Man of Milo placed the box on the table and raised the lid.
His daughter should marry a man who had money sufficient to insure his worth. With perspicacity rare in a man, he had observed that the two singular men of this narrative admired his daughter. Now, Bat, being a freak, was making money rapidly, while Sampey was only a poor literary bureau! Castellani felt the need of a partner. Why should not a partner be a son-in-law?
That is pretty high. If you can bring me a man who can change the color of his eyes at will to any other color, I will pay him a thousand dollars a week and start in the business again." Sampey slept not a wink that night. Meanwhile a change had taken place in Zoë: she had suddenly become more charming than ever.
Once, when she dropped her napkin and Sampey picked it up, his hand accidentally touched one of her daintily slippered feet, and his blushes were painful to see. While they were thus engaged, Bat, without ceremony, burst in upon them, his face aglow and his eyes flashing triumph. He carried in his hand a small box, which he rudely thrust under their noses.
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