Talk of the authorities forbidding the performance, and all that sort of thing.

They never did, however, for on investigation--Ah, the tea at last, thank fortune.
Come, sit down, my dear fellow, and we'll talk whilst we refresh ourselves.

Landlady, see that we are not disturbed, will you, and that nobody is admitted but the parties I mentioned ?" "Clients ?" queried Cleek, as the door closed and they were alone together.
"Yes.

One, Mlle.

Zelie, the 'chevalier's' only daughter, a slack-wire artist; the other, Signor Scarmelli, a trapeze performer, who is the lady's fiance." "Ah, then our friend the chevalier is not so young as the picture on the bill would have us believe he is." "No, he is not.