“He is harlequin to your columbine (он Арлекин для вашей Колумбины),” said Crook. “I am only the clown who makes the old jokes (а я только клоун, который повторяет: «делает» старые шутки).”
“I wish you were the harlequin (жаль, что вы не Арлекин),” she said, and left the string of sausages swinging (сказала она и оставила связку сосисок висеть /у него на шее/; to leave).
At about this limit of mental anarchy Father Brown’s view was obscured altogether; for the City magnate in front of him rose to his full height and thrust his hands savagely into all his pockets. Then he sat down nervously, still fumbling, and then stood up again. For an instant it seemed seriously likely that he would stride across the footlights; then he turned a glare at the clown playing the piano; and then he burst in silence out of the room.