“Yes; and there’s the magic hand that did it,” observed her companion, with a movement of his head toward Donna Beatrice, who was approaching with Tarsis.
“Donna Beatrice! You are right. A noble fisher maiden.”
“Who hooked a golden whale.”
“She has a carriage not shared with other branches of the family now.”
“How is that?”
“Family secret. I’m the only outsider who knows. Some time I may tell—you.”
“Tarsis looks as if he’d like to bite somebody.”
“Old instinct. You know the beginning of his career?”
“Yes; watch-dog in a silk-mill.”
“Time-keeper. I suppose that’s the kind of face he used to pull when a hand turned up late.”