"Dat must be a fine piece," said Yankelé quickly, indicating a flamboyant picture of a fearsome phantom hovering over a sombre moat. "'DAT MUST BE A FINE PIECE.'" They had arrived at Leman Street, and had stopped before Goodman's Fields Theatre. Manasseh's brow cleared. "It is The Castle Spectre," he said graciously. "Would you like to see it?" "But it is half over—" "Oh, no," said da Costa, scanning the play bill. "There was a farce by O'Keefe to start with. The night is yet young. The drama will be just beginning." "But it is de Sabbath—ve must not pay." Manasseh's brow clouded again in wrathful righteous surprise. "Did you think I was going to pay?" he gasped. "N-n-no," stammered the Pole, abashed. "But you haven't got no orders?" [56] [56] "Orders? Me? Will you do me the pleasure of accepting a seat in my box?" "In your box?" "Yes, there is plenty of room. Come this way," said Manasseh. "I haven't been to the play myself for over a year. I am too busy always. It will be an agreeable change." [57] [57] Yankelé hung back, bewildered. "Through this door," said Manasseh encouragingly. "Come—you shall lead the way." "But dey vill not admit me!" "Will not admit you! When I give you a seat in my box! Are you mad? Now you shall just go in without me—I insist upon it. I will show you Manasseh Bueno Barzillai Azevedo da Costa is a man whose word is the Law of Moses; true as the Talmud. Walk straight through the portico, and, if the attendant endeavours to stop you, simply tell him Mr. da Costa has given
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