Leonard stopped short, shaking his fist in Ralph’s face.
“Behold the myrmidon!” said Ralph, laughing again. “Jumping up like a Jack-in-the-box!”
Beside himself, the man foamed at the mouth and cried: “We shall meet again, my lad—we shall meet again—and if it isn’t for a hundred years——”
“You also reckon in centuries—like your mistress,” said Ralph.
“Go,” said Josephine, pushing Leonard towards the door. “Go. You will bring back the carriage.”
They exchanged a few words quickly, in a language Ralph did not understand; and the man went.
Then she turned to Ralph and said in a bitter voice: “And now?”
“Now?”
“Yes. What do you intend to do?”
“My intentions are perfectly honorable—angelic in fact——”