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"Yes." "Did you give Scarfe a cigarette case?" "Yes: it was my custom to give cigarette cases to people I liked." "When did you first meet Mavor?" "In '93." "Did you give him money or a cigarette case?" "A cigarette case." "Did you know Walter Grainger?" . . . . and so on till the very air in the court seemed peopled with spectres.
Scarfe, who told it me some few summers ago, expressing at the same time great eagerness to accompany me on some of my investigations. I append it as nearly as possible in his own words:
He crossed his arms on his breast, looking at Senor Avellanos, who had returned to his immobility. "It is only you, Don Jose, who are a genuine old Roman vir Romanus eloquent and inflexible." Since he had heard the name of Montero pronounced, young Scarfe had been eager to express his simple feelings.
Dined at home, and to the office, where late busy in setting all my businesses in order, and I did a very great and a very contenting afternoon's work. This day my aunt Wight sent my wife a new scarfe, with a compliment for the many favours she had received of her, which is the several things we have sent her.
I am glad enough of it, for I see my uncle is so given up to the Wights that I hope for little more of them. So home to supper and to bed. Up and to church all of us. Povy sent me this morning, and very merry at supper, and so to prayers and to bed. Last night it seems my aunt Wight did send my wife a new scarfe, laced, as a token for her many givings to her.
Machequoce, a girdle, which they make curiously of one, two, three, four and five inches thickness and more, of this money, which sometimes to the value of tenpounds and more, they weare about their middle, and a scarfe about their shoulders and breasts. Another important article in universal use among the Indians of the main land, north and south, was the tobacco pipe.
He asked me for a souvenir and pointed to the brass Canada shoulder straps and the red cloth "P. P. C. L. I.'s" on the shoulders of the others. But I had already shoved my few trinkets down my puttees while lying back of the trench that afternoon. Scarfe, however, gave up his "Canada" straps.
At first they were all against it, except my husband would come for me, but afterwards they assented to it, and seemed much to rejoice in it; some asked me to send them some bread, others some tobacco, others shaking me by the hand, offering me a hood and scarfe to ride in; not one moving hand or tongue against it.
The all-day bombardment, the last terrible slaughter of helpless men, the rain and cold, combining with the pain of the raw wound in my side, had gotten on my nerves. With the revolver still at my head I turned to Scarfe: "They're going to do us in, Charlie. I only hope they'll do it proper. None of that bayonet stuff. Bullets for me."
I am glad enough of it, for I see my uncle is so given up to the Wights that I hope for little more of them. So home to supper and to bed. Up and to church all of us. Povy sent me this morning, and very merry at supper, and so to prayers and to bed. Last night it seems my aunt Wight did send my wife a new scarfe, laced, as a token for her many givings to her.
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