"Back from the spoiling of the Egyptians, eh? How was
money to-day?"
"An eighth easier," Trent answered, ascending the stairs.
Da Souza fidgeted about with the banisters, and finally followed
him.
"There was just a word," he remarked, "a little word I wanted with
you."
"Come and talk while I wash," Trent said shortly. "Dinner's on,
and I'm hungry."
"Certainly, certainly," Da Souza murmured, closing the door behind
them as they entered the lavatory. "It is concerning these young
ladies."
"What! Miss Montressor and her friend?" Trent remarked thrusting
his head into the cold water. "Phew!"
"Exactly! Two very charming young ladies, my dear friend, very
charming indeed, but a little - don't you fancy just a little fast!"
"Hadn't noticed it," Trent answered, drying himself. "What about
it?"
Da Souza tugged at his little black imperial, and moved uneasily
about.
"We - er - men of the world, my dear Trent, we need not be so
particular, eh? - but the ladies - the ladies are so observant."
"What ladies?" Trent asked coolly.
"It is my wife who has been talking to me," Da Souza continued.
"You see, Julie is so young - our dear daughter she is but a child;
and, as my wife says, we cannot be too particular, too careful, eh;
you understand!"
"You want them to go? Is that it?"
Da Souza spread out his hands - an old trick, only now the palms
were white and the diamonds real.
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