“Yes, indeed, it is restful. One feels better for it.”
“How is it that he has not yet been arrested?”
“Quite a young man, it seems. It is his first play.”
“Bois l’Hery at Mazas! It is impossible. Why, there is the marquise opposite, in the balcony, with a new hat.”
“What does that prove? She is at her business as a stager of new fashions. It is very pretty, that hat. In Desgrange’s racing colours.”
“And Jenkins? What is Jenkins doing?”
“At Tunis, with Felicia. Old Brahim has seen them both. It seems that the Bey has begun to take the pearls.”
“The deuce he has!”
Farther along, soft voices were murmuring:
“Yes, father, do, do go speak to him. See how lonely he looks, poor man!”