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Updated: June 7, 2025
I met Ephrinell, Miss Horatia Bluett having retired to her cabin; he was going down into the saloon to find a comfortable corner on one of the couches. I wished him good night, and he left me after gratifying me with a similar wish. As for me, I will wrap myself in my rug and lie down in a corner of the deck, and sleep like a sailor during his watch below. It is only eight o'clock.
"Of course," said Miss Bluett; "and if they had not found the missing van the company would have been in a serious difficulty with China. Would it not, Fulk?" "Exactly, Horatia!" Horatia and Fulk nothing less.
Nos. 1 and 2, Fulk Ephrinell and Miss Horatia Bluett: not being able to agree regarding the various items stipulated in their matrimonial contract, they were divorced three days after their arrival in Pekin. Things were as though the marriage had never been celebrated on the Grand Transasiatic, and Miss Horatia Bluett remained Miss Horatia Bluett.
I first asked Major Noltitz, who willingly agreed to be Miss Bluett's witness. "These Yankees are astonishing," he said to me. "Precisely because they are astonished at nothing, major." I made a similar proposition to Pan-Chao. "Delighted, Monsieur Bombarnac," he replied. "I will be the witness of this adorable and adored Miss Bluett!
Fulk Ephrinell, dressed this morning just as he was dressed yesterday and detail to note with a pencil behind the lobe of his left ear, for he has just been making out an account for his New York house. Here is Miss Horatia Bluett, as thin, as dry, as plain as ever, her dust cloak over her traveling gown, and in place of jewelry a noisy bunch of keys, which hangs from her belt.
When he finally did locate the plate Bluett hit safely. Langley bunted along the base line and beat the ball. A blank, dead quiet settled down over the bleachers and stands. Something fearful threatened. What might not come to pass, even at the last moment of this nerve-racking game? There was a runner on first and a runner on second. That was bad.
"Miss Horatia Bluett," he said. Opposite I saw the French couple conscientiously studying the bill of fare.
Crane stung one to left center for a base, Moody was out on a liner to short, almost doubling up Crane; the fleet-footed Bluett bunted and beat the throw to first; Langly drove to left for what seemed a three-bagger, but Curtis, after a hard run, caught the ball almost off the left-field bleachers. Crane and Bluett advanced a base on the throw-in. Then Kane batted up a high foul-fly.
Evidently the American was some distance ahead of me, and yet he was not a reporter by profession. As the rolling was not yet very great, we could dine in comfort. Ephrinell chatted with Miss Horatia Bluett, and I understood that there was an understanding between these two perfectly Anglo-Saxon natures. In fact, one was a traveler in teeth and the other was a traveler in hair.
There was Doctor Tio-King, his Cornaro under his arm; Fulk Ephrinell and Miss Horatia Bluett, mingling their teeth and hair, figuratively, be it understood; Sir Francis Trevellyan, motionless and silent, intractable and stiff, smoking his cigar on the threshold; Faruskiar, accompanied by Ghangir; Russian, Turkoman, Chinese travelers in all from sixty to eighty persons.
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