She did not reply, but stood gazing at him searchingly.
“But I wish to goodness you hadn’t come.”
“And why, monsieur, do you wish that I shall not come?”
“Because you spoil sport. Do you know that Glyddyr owes me thousands?”
“Of francs? He is vairay extravagant.”
“Francs, be hanged! Pounds. I came down here to try and get some, and just as I’d got him safe, and he was taking me aboard his yacht to give me some money, you came and had that accident.”
“Yais, I come and had that ac-ceedon,” said the woman through her teeth. “Where to is he gone, monsieur?”
“Glyddyr? Ah! that’s what I should like to know. Going to sail back to London, I expect. Gravesend, perhaps. How are you now?”
“He will come back here?” said the woman, paying no heed to the question.
Gellow burst into a roar of laughter.