He jingled the money in his pocket with a joyful reverence, as if he were ringing a sanctus-bell. “Now, you come back with me into the cabaret.”
Sylvia hesitated.
“Don’t you worry. Nobody won’t dare to look at you when you’re with me.”
Morera put her arm in his, and back they walked into the cabaret again, more than ever like Carmen with her Toreador. The grand pimp, seeing that Sylvia was safely protected, came forward with obeisances and apologies.
“See here. Bring two bottles of champagne,” Morera commanded.
The grand pimp beckoned authoritatively to a waiter, but Morera stood up in a fury.
“I didn’t tell you to bring a waiter. I told you to bring two bottles of champagne. Bring them yourself.”
The grand pimp returned very meekly with the bottles.
“Dat’s more like. Draw the cork of one.”