"Adolphe, where's your man--the minister? Where in the--three parishes--?" and others were echoing, "The minister! where's the minister?"
Had they also caught the sound?
"Isn't he here?" asked Irby. He drew his watch.
"Half-hour slow!" cried Mandeville, reading it.
"But have you heard noth--?"
"Nothingg!" roared Mandeville.
"Where'd you leave him?" sharply asked Kincaid.
His cousin put on great dignity: "At his door, my dear sir, waiting for the cab I sent him."
"Oh, sent!" cried half the group. "Steve," called Kincaid, "your horse is fresh--"
"But, alas, without wings!" wailed the Creole, caught Hilary's shoulder and struck a harkening pose.