tongues."

The tavern-keeper silently opened the door of the lower room of the
tavern. Master Nicless entered. Ursus entered. There was no one there
except these two. On the side looking on the street both doors and
window-shutters were closed.

The tavern-keeper pushed the door behind him, and shut it in the face of
the inquisitive Govicum.

Master Nicless placed the candle on the table.

A low whispering dialogue began.

"Master Ursus?"

"Master Nicless?"

"I understand at last."

"Nonsense!"

"You wished the poor blind girl to think that all going on as usual."

"There is no law against my being a ventriloquist."

"You are a clever fellow."

"No."

"It is wonderful how you manage all that you wish to do."

"I tell you it is not."

"Now, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about politics?"

"I don't know."

"Because in that case I could not listen to you."

"Look here: whilst you were playing actors and audience by yourself,
some one knocked at the door of the tavern."

"Some one knocked at the door?"

"Yes."

"I don't like that."

"Nor I, either."

"And then?"

"And then I opened it."

"Who was it that knocked?"

"Some one who spoke to me."

"What did he say?"

"I listened to him."

"What did you answer?"

"Nothing. I came back to see you play."

"And--?"

"Some one knocked a second time."

"Who? the same person?"

"No, another."

"Some one else to speak to you?"

"Some one who said nothing."

"I like that better."

"I do not."

"Explain yourself, Master Nicless."

"Guess who called the first time."

"I have no leisure to be an Oedipus."

"It was the proprietor of the circus."

"Over the way?"

"Over the way."

"Whence comes all that fearful noise. Well?"

"Well, Master Ursus, he makes you a proposal."

"A proposal?"

"A proposal."

"Why?"

"Because--"

"You have an advantage over me, Master Nicless. Just now you solved my
enigma, and now I cannot understand yours."

"The proprietor of the circus commissioned me to tell you that he had
seen the _cortege_ of police pass this morning, and that he, the
proprietor of the circus, wishing to prove that he is your friend,
offers to buy of you, for fifty pounds, ready money, your caravan, the
Green Box, your two horses, your trumpets, with the women that blow
them, your play, with the blind girl who sings in it, your wolf, and
yourself."

Ursus smiled a haughty smile.

"Innkeeper, tell th