“Always for the Word, Jerry—I write war for the skirt-departments of London.”
“And you, Blue Boar—for the Examiner?” he demanded of Trollope.
“The same.”
“And Benton Day—you——” Cardinegh’s expression suddenly became single-pointed. Here were breakers again.
“It’s not rightly settled, sir. I’ve got lines out severally. I really do want to go.”
“Then Dartmore didn’t call you to the Review yet?”
“I did speak with Dartmore,” said Day. “Things are not altogether settled, though.”
Jerry regarded him for a second, as if to say, “I’ll get back to you, young man, when I am through with this peroration.”
“And, Bingley, the ‘Horse-killer’?” he resumed.
“Goes out for the Thames, as usual. There’s a lad that means to make us all sweat,” Finacune said thoughtfully.