the Credit Lyonnais, here in the town. He says he will be only too delighted to lend you enough to get you to England, and write a letter for you to take to his people. He says his mother will welcome you with open arms as coming from him.… From what he has said to me about her at different times, I imagine her to be one of the best—and the best of Englishwomen are the best of women, let me tell you."
"And the best of Englishmen are the best of men," replied Feodor, seizing the old Legionary's hand and kissing it fervently—to the latter gentleman's consternation and utter discomfort.
"Don't be an ass," he replied in English.… "Clear out now, and go and have a talk with Carmelita. You can trust her absolutely. Give her what money you've got, and she'll poke around in the ghetto for clothes. She'll know lots of the Spanish Jew dealers and cheap couturières, if old Mendoza hasn't what she wants. Meanwhile, Rupert will draw some money from the banque."
The Russian rose to his feet.
"But how can I thank you, Monsieur? How can I repay Monsieur Rupert for his kindness?"
"Don't thank me, and repay Rupert by visiting his mother and waxing eloquent over his marvellous condition of health, happiness and prosperity. Tell her he is having a lovely time in a lovely place with lovely people."
"You joke, Monsieur, how can I repay you all?"
"Well, I'll tell you, my son—by getting your sister clear of this hell and safe into England."
The Russian struck himself violently on the forehead and turned away.
