"Ah weel now, we've had enough of that. Look ye now, I've been letting ye go your own way a bit; and I think the time's come when ye might introduce me to some of your gran' friens. A'm none too gey at the hotel; and besides that, it's me due." She found the man a sudden and accented nuisance: but she couldn't possibly quarrel with the keeper of the purse. "I'm sure, if you think it advisable, I don't want to keep you back. I don't quite see though how I can take you with me, as you say. You see you don't know any of these people." "Well and fhat of that?" "Why you silly man of course you've got to be introduced." "How did you get introduced yersel'?" "Oh, why, I was converted, you see." "Imphm! Well, I'll let ye know I'm not for being converted, as ye call it." "No, I suppose not. I think it rather a pity, you know; because I'm sure you'd have no difficulty afterwards." "A willna!" "Perhaps if I were to hint that you were thinking about it----" "Ah weel, ye might do that now. Look here ma wumman. Why can't ye introduce me yersel'?" "Oh I couldn't. People would want to know what you were to me----" "I'm your paymaster." "Oh how can you say such things!" "Because I am." "Yes I know you are: but you needn't say it out so bluntly. I'll tell you what I might do. You be at the tea-place in Piazzer Dispaggner every afternoon from four to five. I'm sure to come in to-morrow or the next day with a few friends; and, if you were to bow to me, I might recognize you and ask you to our table." "Wumman A'll dae't. Who pays for the tea, though?" "Sometimes I do; and sometimes whoever I come with." "Well then I'm coming. And I'll let you know to have a good blow out, plenty o' scones and bit-cakeys an' a' that. I'll pay; and I don't mind if it costs me three shilling, so long as ye introduce me to some of these mashers." "Very well. But remember, you're thinking about becoming Catholic." "A'm not." "Dear me, Mr. Sant, but you must be. Then they'll take an interest in you and ask you to their parties." "Ah weel then, I am." "Who _is_ this Mr. Sant?" said a Pict to an Erse (who called himself "The" before his surname). The italicized question was asked at a reception in Mrs. O'Jade's flat on Palazzo Campello, about a fortnight after the previous confabulation. "I really don't quite know, beyond that he's a friend of that Mrs. Crowe who was converted the other day." "Is he a convert too?" "No, not yet: but they say he's likely to be. They're both Liblabs, you know." "Oh, yes of course, I read about them in the papers. What a score it will be for the Church! Well, what do you make of him?" "Oh he seems earnest enough: but he's hardly got a word to say for himself. And I don't think he's quite a gentleman, you know."