"Besides, why can't you tell me?"
"Ah, I'll do that--'some day,' as you say."
The gate-key went into the lock.
"But, mademoiselle, our 'Clock in the Sky'--our 'Angel of the Lord'--shan't we join them?"
"Ah, they are already one, but you have yet to hear that first manuscript, and that is so very separate--as you will see."
"Isn't it also a story of dark skins?"
"Ah, but barely at all of souls under them; those souls we find it so hard to remember."
"Chère fille"--M. De l'Isle had come up, with Mme. Alexandre--"the three will go gran'ly together! Not I al-lone perceive that, but Scipion also--Castanado--Dubroca. Mr. Chester, my dear sir, the pewblication of that book going to be heard roun' the worl'! Tha'z going produse an epoch, that book; yet same time--a bes'-seller!"
Mademoiselle beamed. "Does Mr. Chester think 'twill be that? A best-seller?"
Chester couldn't prophesy that of any book. "They say not even a publisher can tell."