‘When am I to begin?’
‘Now,’ said Darco.
Paul sat down at the table, and his new employer dictated a great number of letters to him, all offering engagements to ladies and gentlemen, at salaries ranging from one pound to four pounds ten.
‘What’s all that for, George?’ asked Pauer, who was sitting idly smoking by the fire.
‘That is for Golding,’ Darco announced. ‘Younk Evans takes the management, but I haf the gontrol.’
‘Getting your hands pretty full, ain’t you, George?’
‘Ah!’ said Darco. ‘Vait till I get my London theatre. I should haf been in London lonk ako if it had not been for Barton. He gild the boots that lace the golden legs.’
‘What did he do?’ asked Pauer.
‘Gild the boots that lace the golden legs.’
‘Killed the goose that lays the golden eggs, do you mean?’