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Eve looked up in surprise, and Captain Bontnor's blue eyes wandered from her face to the dark and courteous countenance of Cipriani de Lloseta. "Perhaps," continued the Spaniard imperturbably, "you have not yet made up your mind on the subject." "But the Casa d'Erraha does not belong to me," said Eve, and Captain Bontnor wagged his head in confirmation.
And this is Captain Bontnor your uncle." He shook hands with the old sailor without the faintest flicker of surprise at his somewhat incongruous appearance. "I am glad," he said suavely, "to make Captain Bontnor's acquaintance."
This last theory she propounded with a grave assumption of housekeeping knowledge which did not fail to impress Captain Bontnor. The whole town knew of the captain's misfortune, and half the citizens of Somarsh shared in it.
Harrington does not ask me to go and stay with her she asks me " She paused and laid her hand on his shoulder gently. "She asks me to accept money." Captain Bontnor sat upright. "Ay-y-y," he said, "charity." "Yes," said Eve quietly, "charity; and I'm going to accept it." Captain Bontnor scratched his head.
At this time Captain Bontnor conceived the idea that it was incumbent upon him to take up seriously, though late in life, the higher walks of literature.
Harrington, "that was before you knew that I was ready to make a home for you." Captain Bontnor had turned away. He blew his nose so loudly that Mrs. Harrington frowned. There was something trumpet-like and defiant in the sound. Opposition had ever a strange effect on this spoilt woman. She liked it, as serving to enhance the value of the wish which she rarely failed to gratify in the end.
I'm a bit past it. I'm not here for pleasure, you know." This seemed to have the effect of sending Lord Seahampton off into a brown study not apparently of great value so far as depth of thought was concerned. He looked as if he were wondering whether he himself was in Barcelona for pleasure or not. "No," he murmured encouragingly, "It is like this," pursued Captain Bontnor, confidentially.
"Captain Bontnor," he said, with all the charm of manner which was his, "this is a pleasure." The captain shook hands, and with the rough hospitality of the cabin drew forward his own armchair, which the Count took at once. "When last we met," he said, "I had the privilege of receiving you at my house in Barcelona a poor dark place in a narrow street. Now here you have a sea-view."
"Excellency, the lease terminated at the death of the late Caballero Challoner." Eve stood for a moment, breathing hard. Fate seemed suddenly to have turned against her at every point. At this moment Captain Bontnor made bold one could see him doing it to take her hand. "My dear," he said, "I don't quite understand what this foreign gentleman and you are talkin' about.
A few minutes later the door was thrown open by the angry butler. "Miss Challoner Captain Bontnor." Eve came in, and at her heels Captain Bontnor, who sheered off as it were from the butler, and gave him a wide berth. Mrs. Harrington could be gracious when she liked. She liked now, and she would have kissed her visitor had that young lady shown any desire for such an honour.
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