“What are you going to do then?”
Soane hooked both thumbs into the armholes of his vest, and swaggered about the room:
“God bless yer kind heart, sorr, I’ve a-plenty to do and more for good measure!” He came up to confront Barres, and laid a mysterious finger alongside his over-red nose and began to brag:
“There’s thim in high places as looks afther the likes o’ me, sorr. There’s thim that thrusts me, thim that depinds on me——”
“Have you another job?”
Soane’s scorn was superb:
“A job is ut? Misther Barres, dear, I was injuced f’r to accept a position of grave importance!”
“Here in town?”
“Somewhere around tin thousand miles away or thereabouts,” remarked Soane airily.
“Do you mean to take Dulcie with you?”