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It prevents me from earning a living, and insults me with the sense of my age, physical decay and incapacity. I haven't a good word to say for it." "If you only went among the wounded in the Paris hospitals," replied Andrew, with some asperity, "and sang to them " "My good fool," said Bakkus, "I've been doing that for about four or five hours a day since the war began, till I've no voice left."
Retorted: Why couldn't he spend a few hours in relaxation like everybody else? If only he would go and play billiards at the cafe. That he should amuse himself outside among men was only natural. Sitting at home, in her company, over a book, got on her nerves. Horatio Bakkus encouraged her maliciously.
"Didn't you know?" cried Elodie. "Horace has never worked so hard in his life. And for nothing. In his way he is a hero like you." "Why the devil didn't you tell me?" cried Andrew. Bakkus flung a hand. "If you hadn't to dress the part what should I have known of your rank and orders? Would you go about saying 'I'm a dam fine fellow'?" "I'm sorry," said Andrew, filling his guest's glass.
"You, my dear Hylton, I shall be delighted to see." The emphasis on the pronoun would have rendered his meaning clear to even a more obtuse man than myself. No Lady Auriols flaunting over to Vichy. "May I ask when you came to this decision?" I enquired. "Bakkus's note suggested only a postponement of our meeting." "Last night," said he. "That's one reason why I sent for Bakkus."
Well go I can easily No, I'll not say what I have in my mind." Bakkus turned over on his side, facing his adversary, his under arm outstretched, the cigar in his fingers. "I love to see youth perspiring especially with noble rage. It does it good, discharges the black humours of the body. If I could perspire more freely I should be singing in Grand Opera."
It is true that, when, in answer to the question, "A battle what is that like?" he tried to interest her in a scientific exposition, she would interrupt him, a love-bird on her finger and its beak at her lips, with: "Look, isn't he sweet?" thereby throwing him out of gear; it is true that she yawned and frankly confessed her boredom, as she had done for many years when the talk of Andrew and Bakkus went beyond her intellectual horizon; but que voulez-vous? even a great war cannot, in a few months, supply the deficiencies of thirty uneducated years.
The lift stopped at my floor. Her room was higher. I bade her good night. She wrung my hand. "Good night, Tony, and my very grateful thanks." I slipped out and watched her whisked, an inscrutable mystery, upwards. The first sign of commotion in the morning was a note from Bakkus, whose turn it was to act as luncheon host. Our friends at Clermont-Ferrand, said he, had cried off.
"I was about to remark," said Bakkus, "when you interrupted me, that I wondered why a young Englishman of obviously decent upbringing should be pursuing this contemptible form of livelihood." "I beg your pardon," said Andrew, pausing in the act of conveying to his mouth a morsel of sandwich.
Thus Andrew washed his hands of Paris and London and going where he was appreciated roved the world in quiet contentment. He was young, rather scrupulously efficient within his limits, than ambitious, and of modest wants, sober habits, and of a studious disposition which his friendship with Horatio Bakkus had both awakened and stimulated.
What do you mean?" "There is in England a blatant, vulgar, unimaginative, hideous institution known as the Seaside." "Well?" said Andrew. The dingy proprietor of the "Zingue" brought out the absinthe. Bakkus arranged the perforated spoon, carrying its lump of sugar over the glass and began to drop the water from the decanter.
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