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Cortlandt and Ayrault entered by the regular door, the former going to the Government representatives' box, the latter to join his fiancee, Sylvia Preston, who was there with her mother. Bearwarden had a roll of manuscript at hand, but so well did he know his speech that he scarcely glanced at it.
By an easy transition, she glided on to Dick Stanmore's honest and respectful admiration, his courtesy, his kindness, his unfailing forbearance and good humour. Bearwarden was not always good-humoured she had found that out already.
"The sun is about to rise," said Bearwarden; "in a few minutes we shall have enough light." They cut out a dozen thick slices of tenderloin steak, and soon were broiling and eating a substantial breakfast. "There are not as many spectators to watch us eat here," said Cortlandt, "as in the woods.
"It does seem," said Bearwarden, "as though we should be missing it in not seeing him again, if that is possible. Nothing but a poison-storm brought him the first time, and it is not certain that even in such an emergency would he come again uncalled." "I think," said Ayrault, "as none of the spirits here are malevolent, they would warn us of danger if they could.
But perhaps the gentlemen were in a hurry." The gentlemen were in a hurry. Dick Stanmore with characteristic impetuosity had plunged at the Court Guide, to scan the page at which it lay open with eager eyes. At the foot of the column, said this man of science. To be sure, there it was, Barsac, Barwise, Barzillai, Bearwarden the very last name in the page.
The monster was entangled in the wires, and in another second would have stepped on the batteries that were still causing the bell to ring. "Aim for the heart," said Bearwarden to Ayrault. "When you show me his ribs, I will follow you in the hole." Ayrault instantly fired for a point just back of the left foreleg.
Why should your lordship abstain from walking there any afternoon between four and five? Be wary. Watch and wait." "Blast his impudence!" muttered Lord Bearwarden, now booted to the thigh, and clattering down-stairs to take command of his guard.
"Delighted to see you, doctor," said Ayrault, shaking hands. "You know Col. Bearwarden, our President, and Dr. Cortlandt an LL. D., however, and not a medico." "I have had the pleasure," replied Dr. Germiny, shaking hands with both. "As you may be aware, doctor," said Ayrault, when they were seated, "we are about to take a short trip to Jupiter, and, if time allows, to Saturn.
"The fact is," said Bearwarden, "this water seems in such haste to reach the ocean that it turns neither to right nor to left, and does not even seem to wish to widen out." As the huge ferns and palms grew to the water's edge, they concluded the best way to traverse the lake would be on a raft.
"I trace the Divine promise," replied Bearwarden, "in what you described to us on earth as man's innate longing and desire to rise, and in the fact that the Almighty has given the race unbounded expansiveness in very limited space. This would look to me as the return of man to the garden of Eden through intellectual development, for here every man can sit under his own vine and fig-tree."
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