through them. A proper pallor spread under his yellow hide.
"Porthos!" exclaimed Jack, clenching his hands with delight and admiration.
Beauling eyed the Italian as a cat eyes a mouse. He was furiously angry, but his mouth, as always when he saw red, had a whimsical expression of amused tolerance. His rage gradually waned before the abject collapse of the proprietor. It is tactless opposition which keeps men boiling.
"Two rooms on the water side," said Beauling, under his breath.
"Athos!" whispered Jack to himself.
"And if I hear of any more brutality and bullying of women and children, I shall be obliged to come from wherever I am and kill you." This sweetly.
"D'Artagnan!" said Jack.
"And now you shall send out for the doctor, and give orders to have a table laid for three on the balcony." This very sweetly.
"Aramis!" said Jack.
A one-eyed servant, cringing like a
