The bookman smiled his thanks while he followed the craftsman's scrutiny of the pages. "'Tis what you want?" he asked, and Chester saw that it was full of designs of ironwork, French and Spanish.
Scipion beamed: "Ah, you've foun' me that at the lazt, and just when I'm wanting it furiouzly."
"Mr. Beloiseau," said Chester, "has a beautiful commission from the new Pan-American Steamship Company."
"Thanks to Mr. Chezter," said Beloiseau, "who got me the job. Hence for this book spot cash." He turned aside to a locked closet and drawer.
"You had a pleasant holiday yesterday," said Landry to Chester.
"Who told you?"
"Mesdemoiselles, the two sisters Chapdelaine. I chanced to meet them just now at the house of the archbishop, on the steps, they coming out, I going in. I had a book also for him."
"Why! What's taking them to the archbishop?" Chester put away a frown: "Did they reflect the pleasure of the holiday?"
"Mr. Chester, no." There was an exchange of gazes, but Scipion returned, counting and tendering the price of the book.
"Well, good evening," Landry said, willing to linger; but "good evening," said both the others.