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Captain Bontnor looked at him keenly; and who shall say that the rough old man did not appreciate the refined tact of his visitor? "I've had losses," he said. The Count nodded shortly. He was drawing off his gloves. "I do not know," he said conversationally, "if it has been your experience, but for myself I have found that reverses of fortune are not without some small consolation.
Captain Bontnor, with a certain sense of the fitness of things, had put on his best clothes for this occasion, and it happened that the most superior garment in his wardrobe was a thick pilot-jacket, which stood out from his square person with solid angularity. He had brushed his hair very carefully, applying water to compass a smoothness which had been his life-long and hitherto unattained aim.
"It will give me pleasure to take a glass of wine with you." Quietly, imperceptibly, De Lloseta set Captain Bontnor at his ease, and at the same time he mastered him. They spoke of indifferent topics topics which, however, were well within the captain's knowledge of the world. Then suddenly the Count laid aside the social mask which he wore with such consummate ease.
It is a very, very minute talent. That is all. I always liked books, but I have not the gift for writing them." Captain Bontnor never thought Eve was a great authoress. In his simple way this man had a vast deal of discrimination, as simple people often have. It is the oversubtle man who makes the most egregious mistakes, because most of us have not time to be subtle.
Eve duly gave her opinion without pressing the question too closely, and while she was out on her long walks Captain Bontnor laboriously cultivated his neglected taste. He sat in the window-seat with much gravity, and more than made up in application for the youthful quickness which he lacked.
"I want you," continued the Count de Lloseta, "to forget that this is the first time we meet, and to look upon me as a friend one of the most intimate of your father." "My father," said the girl, "always spoke of you as such." "Indeed, I am glad of that. Now, tell me, who have you in the world besides Captain Bontnor?" "I have no one. But "
Together they walked down the broad street and turned along the quay. And here Captain Bontnor found himself talking quite easily and affably about palm-trees and tramways, and other matters of local interest, to the first peer whom he had ever seen in the flesh.
I propose that you stay with me a week or ten days, until he is ready for you." This with a slight conciliatory bow towards Captain Bontnor, who stared remorselessly at the clock. "Thank you; I should very much like to," said Eve, mindful of the mantelpiece. There is so much that no one knows, So much unreached that none suppose. "I want you to put on a nice dress to-night.
FitzHenry," murmured the Count. "Now," he said, with a sudden smile which took her by surprise by reason of the alteration it made in the whole man, "will you do me a great favour?" "I should like to," answered Eve, with some hesitation. "And you?" said the Count, turning to Captain Bontnor. "Oh yes," replied that sailor bluntly, "if it's possible."
He fumbled at his necktie for a moment with unsteady, weather-beaten hands. "But I shouldn't like to trespass on your time. I take it you're here for pleasure?" Lord Seahampton smiled. "Yes, I'm here for pleasure; that's what I'm in the world for." Still Captain Bontnor hesitated. "You might meet some of your friends," he began tentatively, "in the streets, you know."
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