"Some in the hands of the party. Some in mine."
"I'll be sworn, and deeply too."
"Some for those bold hearts who help us with their hands and heads."
"Good! Good!" the voice, which sounded like the soft rumbling of a cathedral organ afar off, murmured.
"Some," Van den Enden went on, as though pleased with his own words, "put aside for fair ones who, also, have helped and can help well. For beauty's coaxings and câlineries; for love professed; for love false as beauty's oath or vow----"
"And as true, too!" Humphrey heard the woman exclaim.
"All can play their part and play it well, and earn their guerdon," Van den Enden continued.
"And the rest? Where is it? Hein?" La Truaumont asked in tones that, though low, did not disguise the cynicism beneath them.
"The rest! Why in the hands of Le Dédaigneux."
"So!" exclaimed La Truaumont. "So! Good. That binds him. He is committed to us."