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And he he laughed that was all. Mon Dieu! he was brave. I never knew that any one could be so brave!" She broke off suddenly, with her finger to her lips; for some one had opened the cabin door. Captain Clubbe came in, filling the whole cabin with his bulk, and on his heels followed Loo Barebone, his face and hair still wet and dripping.
And surely, none other could have occupied an uncomfortable position so gracefully. Barebone found that he had not much to do. He soon accommodated himself to a position which required nothing more active than a ready ear and a gracious patience.
To travel, however, with Dormer Colville was a liberal education in the virtues. No man could be less selfish or less easily fatigued; which are the two bases upon which rest all the stumbling-blocks of travel. Up to a certain point, Barebone and Dormer Colville became fast friends during the month that elapsed between their departure from Mrs. St.
"I never, until this moment," replied Barebone, "knew the value of my own pretensions." "Yes," said Turner, quietly; "that is the obvious retort. And having made it, you can now give a few minutes' calm reflection to my proposition say five minutes, until that clock strikes half-past nine and then I am ready to answer any questions you may wish to ask."
"She is quite harmless," Juliette explained, gaily, to Barebone, on the first occasion when they were alone together. This did not present itself until Loo had been quartered in the Italian house for some days, with his own servant.
Barebone, absorbed in thought, hardly noticed that the driver of his carriage descended from the box and lounged toward the archway, where the hum of traffic and the passage of many people would serve to beguile a long wait. After a minute's delay, a driver returned and climbed to the seat but it was not the same driver.
"And no more advice?" Loo glanced at Miriam. He could see all three faces where he stood, but only by the light of the fire. Miriam was nearest to the hearth. He could see that her eyes were aglow possibly with anger. Barebone shrugged his shoulders. "You are not an agent you are an advocate," he said. Turner raised his eyes with the patience of a slumbering animal that has been prodded.
"This room is hot," she exclaimed, suddenly, and rose from her seat without troubling to finish the melody. "And that window will not open, mademoiselle; for I have tried it," added Barebone, watching her impatient movements. "Then I am going into the garden," she said, with a sharp sigh and a wilful toss of the head.
Then he turned, as far, it would appear, as the thickness of his neck allowed, toward Barebone. "Saw in a French paper," he said, "that the 'Petite Jeanne' had put in to Lowestoft, to replace a dinghy lost at sea. So I put two and two together. It is my business putting two and two together, and making five of them when I can, but they generally make four. I thought I should find you here."
What have you brought?" he was crying, as he ran toward Barebone. They seemed to have so much to say to each other that they could not wait until they came within speaking distance. The boy took Barebone's hand, and turning walked back with him to the old house peeping over the dyke toward the sea.
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