Scarrick or his assistant. A heavily veiled lady, whom no one had
hitherto noticed, rose languidly from a seat and greeted him in a clear,
penetrating voice.
"Your Excellency does his shopping himself?" she said.
"I order the things myself," he explained; "I find it difficult to make
my servants understand."
In a lower, but still perfectly audible, voice the veiled lady gave him a
piece of casual information.
"They have some excellent Jaffa oranges here." Then with a tinkling
laugh she passed out of the shop.
The man glared all round the shop, and then, fixing his eyes
instinctively on the barrier of biscuit tins, demanded loudly of the
grocer: "You have, perhaps, some good Jaffa oranges?"
Every one expected an instant denial on the part of Mr. Scarrick of any
such possession. Before he could answer, however, the boy had broken
forth from his sanctuary. Holding his empty brass bowl before him he
passed out into the street. His face was variously described afterwards
as masked with studied indifference, overspread with ghastly pallor, and
blazing with defiance. Some said that his teeth chattered, others that
he went out whistling the Persian National Hymn.
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