Chapter XXXVI
IT was a sharp, cold bright day, and they stood outside the window of the jeweler’s shop and studied the two small negro heads and torsos that were carved in ebony and adorned with studded jewels. One was as good as the other, the Colonel thought.
“Which do you like the best, Daughter?”
“I think the one on the right. Don’t you think he has the nicer face?”
“They both have nice faces. But I think I would rather have him attend you if it was the old days.”
“Good. We’ll take him. Let’s go in and see them. I must ask the price.”
“I will go in.”
“No, let me ask the price. They will charge me less than they would charge you. After all you are a rich American.”
“Et toi, Rimbaud?”
“You’d make an awfully funny Verlaine,” the girl told him. “We’ll be some other famous characters.”
