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"But this is not my house," said Captain Bontnor, feeling unaccountably at ease with this nobleman. "Malabar Cottage is farther up the hill. I've got all my bits of things up there." "Indeed. It would have given me pleasure to see them. I learnt from a mutual friend, Mrs. Harrington, of your change of address."
Lord Seahampton settled his throat more comfortably in his spotless collar, and proceeded to help himself to a fourth mutton cutlet. "Staying here long?" he inquired. "No, not long," answered Captain Bontnor slowly, as if meditating; then suddenly he burst into his story. "You see, sir," he said, "I'm getting on in years, and I'm not quite the build for foreign travel. It sort of flurries me.
"I've always made a practice," mumbled Lord Seahampton, rather incoherently, "of letting my friends think what they damned well please. May I ask your name?" "Bontnor's my name. Captain Bontnor, at your service." "My name's Seahampton." Captain Bontnor turned and looked at him. "Yes, I'm Lord Seahampton." "Oh!" ejaculated Captain Bontnor, under his breath.
The nastiest lot of irregular verbs I've come across yet. Still, I get along all right. Worst of it is, you know, that when I've got a sentence out all right with its verbs and things, I'm not in a fit state to catch the answer." "Knocks you on to your beam-ends," suggested Captain Bontnor. "Yes."
Thus it came about that Eve and Captain Bontnor found themselves awaiting their host in the massive, gloomy drawing-room of the Palace in the Calle de la Paz at five o'clock that afternoon.
Being a simple-minded person, as many seamen are, Captain Bontnor sought to make himself agreeable. "This is the first time," he said, "that I have set foot in Spain, though I've heard the language spoken, having sailed in the Spanish Main, and down to Manilla one voyage likewise. It is a strange- sounding language, I take it a lot of jabbering and not much sense."
I was staying there when well, some years ago. I think you had better come and live with me until your poor father's affairs have been put in order." Captain Bontnor raised his head and ceased his operations on the dusty hat. His keen old eyes, full of opposition, were fixed on Eve's face.
Something in Captain Bontnor touched him; some simple British quality which he was pleased to meet with, thus, in a foreign land. "Look here," he said, "I'll go out with you afterwards and find out all about the boat, take your ticket, and fix the whole thing up." "I'm sure you're very kind," began the old sailor hesitatingly.
Captain Bontnor had learnt a great deal during the last few days; among other things he had learnt to love his niece with a simple, dog-like devotion, which had a vein of pathos in it for those who see such things. He placed himself well behind Eve, and looked around him with a wondering awe. "I think, my dear," he said, "that it would have been better if you had come alone.
Such was the beginning of a passing friendship between two men who had nothing in common except their country; for one was a peer of the realm, travelling in Spain for the transaction of his own private affairs, or possibly for the edification of his own private mind, and the other was Captain John Thomas Bontnor, late of the British mercantile service.
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