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Something which he felt was holy made him leap to his feet and give his name, yet now he found his chief delights in coarse associations and debasing habits. He was still fond of Polly Powell. The girl's coarse beauty made a strong appeal to him, but he remembered Alice Lister; remembered the things which she had said to him, and he could not help sighing. "Eh, Tom, is that you?"
Lister beckoned her brother over to her side of the hearth, where she had an embroidery-frame, whereon was stretched some grand design in Berlin wool-work, to which she devoted herself every now and then with a great show of industry.
"Put on your cap at once, and I will go down with you," Captain Lister said; "and mind, I think if I were you I should say nothing about it at the depôt until he tells you that he has done with you. Knowing that the man is a learner might have just the opposite effect of hearing that he is a crack shot." In a quarter of an hour they arrived at the gunsmith's.
The woods throbbed with a savage din; the big cars, loaded with rattling gravel, clanged and roared as they plunged down grade. Lister hardly thought he could stop the train. It looked as if he would be caught on the trestle, but he meant to go on. He did not argue about it; he was rather moved by instinctive stubbornness. At moments of strain one does not argue and logic has no appeal.
It looked as if she were coming on board the tug, and Lister jumped through and slammed the iron door. Brown would need him now. He heard the roar of water on deck, there was a crash of broken glass, and a shower fell on his head. A cloud of steam and a loud hissing came from the stokehold, and he knew the sea that swept the tug had covered the gratings.
"I will," cried Garth, delighted. "And what will Margery think of Mrs. Parker Bangs?" "Never mind," said Jane decidedly. "When you marry the niece, the aunt goes back to Chicago." "And I wish her people were not millionaires." "That can't be helped," said Jane. "Americans are so charming, that we really must not mind their money." "I wish Miss Lister and her aunt were here," remarked Garth.
Sitting in the shade of the poop, they opened the box, which was filled with fine dull-yellow grains. Then Lister sent a man to the boat for some things he had brought, and when the fellow came back hung a small steel cup from a spring-balance. "The scale's pretty accurate; I use it on board," he said.
Besides, one could trust Lister and he knew ... She signed agreement and he touched Shillito. "Get off the veranda!" Shillito did not move. His pose was tense and he looked malevolent. "You won't help Miss Hyslop by butting in like a clumsy fool. The thing's too delicate for you to meddle " "Get off the veranda!" Lister shouted, and threw Shillito back.
"They look rough, and they're not very sober," Barbara remarked. Lister laughed. "They're frankly drunk! A pretty hard crowd, but Brown and I have handled a hard crowd before. In fact, I reckon Cartwright has got the proper men for the job." "Captain Brown is like them," said Barbara, thoughtfully. "You are not." "You haven't seen me hustling round when things go wrong."
For we cannot really understand, say Pasteur, save primarily as a thinking peasant; or Lister and his antiseptic surgery better than as the shepherd, with his tar-box by his side; or Kelvin or any other electrician, as the thinking smith, and so on.
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