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He thought it would do them more good." "You know, you're a shocking pair!" I said severely. "Paul," she sighed, "you never can know how dull it was at Okata." "I'm jolly glad it was!" I told her. "It gives me a better chance doesn't it?" "And we'll give daddy a good time whenever we can?" she pleaded. "Always," I promised. "He's one of the best!" "He's so clever, too!"
Between this range and Mofwé the Luapula flows past into Moero, the Lake called Moero okata = the great Moero, being about fifty miles long. The town of Casembe covers a mile square of cassava plantations, the huts being dotted over that space. Some have square enclosures of reeds, but no attempt has been made at arrangement: it might be called a rural village rather than a town.
I only know that I hope I may never have to do it again." Mr. Parker sighed. "I fear," he said, "that your troubles with us will soon be over. Eve has been telling me about that young idiot of an Englishman who visited the Bundercombes out in Okata. If there was one man whose name I thought I was safe to make use of it was Joe Bundercombe!"
He had the appearance of a shipwrecked mariner who suddenly catches sight of land in the offing. His lips were a little parted, his boyish face all aglow. "Walmsley, my dear fellow!" he exclaimed. "Eve, dear! The problem is solved! Raise your glasses and drink with me. Here's farewell to Mr. Joseph H. Parker and Miss Parker. And a welcome to Mr. and Miss Bundercombe, of Okata!"
"Machiavellian!" I scoffed. "Be off, Reggie!" I had tea with Eve that afternoon and broached the subject of Reggie's visit as delicately as I could. "You remember Lord Reggie Sidley?" I asked. "Lord Reggie what!" Eve exclaimed. "Sidley," I repeated firmly. "He spent three weeks with you out at your home in Okata.
Do you know that you're the laughing-stock of Okata?" "No one asked you to come, mother," Eve remarked with a sigh. "Asked me to come, indeed!" the newcomer retorted. "Look at you both! I've heard all about your doings. This gentleman by my side has told me a few things. I'll talk to you presently, young woman.
Bundercombe in an Okata dressmaker's conception of a tailor-made gown in some hard, steel-ray material, and a hat whose imperfections were perhaps mercifully hidden by a veil, which, instead of providing a really reasonable excuse for its existence by concealing some portion of Mrs. Bundercombe's features, streamed down behind her nearly to her feet.
In my country we treat all men alike, and I am bound to say that if you'd been married to Eve out in Okata, and I'd seen any old skunk, whether he'd been an earl or what he looks like a secondhand clothes dealer sneaking Eve's presents, I'd have had him in prison before you'd reached the station." "Mr. Bundercombe!"
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