“I can understand that, in your important avocations.”
“By the way, Angelo, do you know the Carron well?”
“Well, Mr Bromley, she’s been very kind to a poor man like me.”
“Do you think we’ve time to go round and have a glass of sherry?”
“Not now; at the end of the next act;” and the bell rang for the curtain to rise. As it rose, Bromley perceived behind Madame Carron the figure of Rabelais.
The act was soon over, and Magens came for his glass of sherry. Bromley led him to the public-house adjoining, and the liquor was poured out.
As they both sipped it, Bromley again began, “How well she did that last scene!”
“Admirably; she is a wonderful woman!”
“Indeed she is, Magens. By the way, where is Monsieur Carron?”
“Oh! he is dead, I believe.”