When Roque returned, sure enough, he was again playing the merchant—horn, spectacles, and all.
"Ah, young sirs, kindly waiting for the weary worker?"
"Same old blarney," muttered Billy.
Zorn chuckled as he relieved the "merchant" of his hat and overcoat.
"Some time ago I believe I told you that here you were only balancing on the edge of the great empire, and there might be an opportunity for you to see much more of the country. The opportunity is at hand. I have been called by trade interests further afield, and as I cannot consent to a separation, you will continue as my companions."
In his hour of relaxation, Roque really enjoyed this sort of word play, and he eyed the boys to see if they appreciated the fact that all of the best actors were not on the stage.
He was sure of Zorn's sincere appreciation. This man had seen the chief in many parts.
Henri accepted the cue, and, with a profound bow, and a hand on his heart, replied in kind:
"My dear Herr Roque, we would grieve if you left us behind."
"What of you?" Roque turned to Billy.