'Divine.'
'And the Oloroso?'
'Delicious--quite a nutty flavour.'
'O, don't,' cried Bryan Duval, putting up his hand, 'that is out of the advertisement of the Standard Sherry. However, I am glad you like it; and now to business. You have considered my proposition?'
'I have.'
'And you agree to it?'
'Provided the terms suit me; you were to mention them at this meeting.'
'Wisest of females,' said Bryan, puffing a cloud of blue smoke through his nose, and watching it waft away, 'so I was! I don't think there will be any difficulty about them--sixty pounds a week, and half a clear benefit in every town where we stop a fortnight.'
Miss Montressor threw her egg-shell into the plate, wiped her dainty fingers on the napkin, and said, in a deep tragic voice:
'Selim, take me. I am yours!'