"So it must," said the big man. "But come along, little girl, let's go and have a drink and arrange things."
"You can't take these children into a pub," said Mr. James.
"That's it! That's it!" cried the big man furiously. "I find a fairy dancing in a slum; and I can't take her into a public-house to stand her a drink. What a country!"
"Better come to the Honorable John's rooms; and settle it with him," said Mr. James.
"He won't be in yet. He doesn't come in from the Law Courts till four; and then he has his tea and goes out again," said Pollyooly.
"Well, we'll call at four," said the big man.
"And please, I'd rather you didn't say you saw me dancing to that organ. Mr. Ruffin mightn't think it dignified; and I'm his housekeeper," said Pollyooly a little anxiously.
"There's a conspiracy! A conspiracy for the repression of fairies! I have always thought it; and now I know it. It's as plain as a pikestaff," roared the big man. "Ruffin is in it. He's the head of it. I've always suspected him. He represses fairies."
