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"It is no use now, sare. I sink she must have gone down." Silence; but as Uncle Paul pressed his nephew's arm Rodd followed him slowly without a word, while the waiter shook his head and suggested that they should return to the cafe. The boy gave one glance before stirring, and then uttered a sigh. "Come, my boy," said his uncle; "perhaps there is no occasion to despair.
"So long as you behave properly, yes." "I think I know some one, then." "Produce him at once." "He not here to-day; out selling bread. Where he find you, sare, to-morrow, or any time he have anything to tell?" "Let him come to the headquarters and ask for my tent," said McKay. "There is my name on a piece of paper; if he shows that to the sentry they will let him through."
The waiter either a Swiss or a German asked me: "Vad you sink, sare, of ze news from ze country?" I asked him what it was, and he handed me a fresh copy of the Sunday News, headed: "Special Edition. Noon." "By Jove!" I thought; "no Sunday dinner for Wardle! They couldn't have printed this in the small hours."
And there he remained, as we went our way, a modern Spartan slave in a kind of marine pillory, conveying to the red-legged children of Gotham, as they toddled ashore, a useful lesson on the doubtful relations existing between whiskey and pleasure. "In the name of the Prophet: Figs!" "Eh, bien, Sare! wiz you Field and ze uzzers!
Whether he was merely homesick and brooding on the lost delights of his sunny native land, or whether his trouble was more definite, could only be ascertained by enquiry. So Archie enquired. "What's the matter, laddie?" he said sympathetically. "Something on your mind?" "Sare?" "I say, there seems to be something on your mind. What's the trouble?"
I am a Jew, and I care not whether de Papist or de Protestant have de best of it but I call it all de good cause, because every cause is good which brings de monish." So thought Vanslyperken, who was in heart a Jew. "And now, sare, you vill please to take great care of de packet, and deliver it to our friend at Amsterdam, and you vill of course come to me ven you return here."
I entered the place, found a seat, and consulted the bill of fare. A greasily smiling Italian came to take my order. 'Madame is not wiz you, sare? the fellow said. We had not been there for a month, but he remembered; and, on the instant, I recalled our last visit the beginning of one of our fresh starts. And this was the end of it. Well! Suddenly I found myself reaching for my hat.
"I'll get it down as soon as I can." He sipped the last out of the glass, put do a coin to pay for it, and stood, for a moment, chatting with Tony. "Excuse me, sare," broke in the Greek, suddenly. "I hear ma wife call me." Opening a door behind him Tony stepped into a hallway. The short December afternoon was drawing to a close.
"C'est un chien de talent: il a beaucoup de sentiment. Je suis bien fache de t'avoir blesse, monsieur." "Et monsieur parle Francais?" "I should esteem myself fortunate, if I spoke your language as well as you do mine," replied McElvina, in French. This compliment, before so many bystanders, completely won the heart of the vain and choleric Frenchman. "Ah, sare, you are too complaisant.
"Tut tut!" he said, "and how long are you like that, sare?" "Seven years." "Pity! pity!" Lemoine exclaimed. Again he looked at his visitor with perplexed eyes. After which, "Dam!" he said suddenly. The Colonel stared. "It is not right!" the Frenchman continued, frowning. "I no! Pardon me, sare, I do not fence with les estropiés. That is downright! That is certain, sare. I do not do it."
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