“Come, that’s better. Then we are brothers once again,” cried Gellow, with mock melodramatic fervour.
“Curse the woman!”
“Better still; much better than cursing me.”
“Don’t fool, man. Can’t you see that this will be perfect destruction?”
“Quite so, dear boy; and now that this inner man is refreshed with food, so kindly and courteously supplied by you, he is quite ready for action. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Think she will come down?”
“Think? No, I don’t. Ah, Parry Glyddyr, what a pity it is you have been such a wicked young man!”
“Do you want to drive me mad with your foolery?”
“No; only to act. There, don’t make a fuss about it. The first thing is to throw her off the scent. She knows you may be here.”
“Yes.”