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"The captain's coming down the road," one of the men said. "Lay on to him, Tim!" Granet sauntered in to breakfast a few minutes late on the following morning. A little volley of questions and exclamations reached him as he stood by the sideboard. "Heard about the Zeppelin raid?" "They say there's a bomb on the ninth green!" "Market Burnham Hall is burnt to the ground!"
Captain Granet asked, looking down at her with a faintly humorous uplifting of the eyebrows. "I must have exercise, you know." "I don't even remember telling you that I came into the Park in the mornings," Geraldine replied. "You didn't that is to say you didn't mention the Park particularly," he admitted.
I hate to do him a wrong even in my thoughts but there were others besides myself to whom these coincidences seemed amazing. We simply decided that they'd better give Granet a billet at home. That's the reason of my message." "I am very much obliged to you, sir," Thomson said slowly. "You have given me exactly the information which we desire."
Vaudrey proudly drew himself up under the battery of opera-glasses levelled at him, while Granet, smiling, said to the master of the chorus who, dressed in a black coat, stood near him: "It can be easily seen that this is his first visit here!" Oh! yes, truly, it was the first time that the new minister had set his foot in the wings of the Opéra!
On leaving the ceremony, Granet approached Sulpice while gently stroking his waxed moustache, and said in an ironical tone: "Do you know that it is suggested that a statue be raised in Collard's honor?" "Really?" "Yes, because he is considered to have shown a great example." "What?" "He is one of those rare cases of ministers dying in office.
Every one turned around, attracted by the noise of the falling cups and the sharp, half-stifled groan which broke from the man's lips. Captain Granet sprang to his feet. "Good heavens! The fellow's in a fit!" he exclaimed. The maitre d'hotel and several waiters came hurrying up towards the prostrate figure, by the side of which Major Thomson was already kneeling.
"If it had been necessary, Captain Granet," he said coldly, "I should have been able to convince you that I was acting under authority. As it is, I wish you good-morning." Granet hesitated, but only for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and turned away. "Good-morning, Major!" He made his way down to the lane, which was still crowded with villagers and loungers.
Here's a fellow like Granet, a keen soldier and one of the best, doing all he can for us on land but a bit worried about our submarine danger. Why shouldn't I try and reassure him, eh? let him see that we've a few little things up our sleeves?" "That sounds all right, Ralph," Thomson agreed, "but you're departing from a principle, and I wouldn't do it.
"I am sure you are not in earnest," she said quietly. "No Englishman could feel like that." "He could if he cared for you," Granet insisted. "I'm afraid of everything here, afraid that Thomson will come back and take you away, afraid of all sorts of hideous things happening during the next few months." "You mustn't talk like this, please," she begged.
Granet picked up his hat. "I'll think it over," he muttered. He walked out of the room without any attempt at farewell, pushed his way along the corridors, down the steps and out into Whitehall. His face was distorted by a new expression. A sudden hatred of Thomson had blazed up in him.
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