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In fact, the conduct of those two young people at this time was utterly inexplicable. "Why did you pretend to Hodden that you had never heard of him, and make him state that he was a writer of books?" Buel had said. "I did it for his own good. Do you want me to minister to his insufferable vanity? Hasn't he egotism enough already?
"Really, gentlemen," said the embarrassed Englishman, "you have made a mistake. It is Mr. Hodden you want to see. I will take you to him." "Hodden's played," said one of the young men in an explanatory way, although Buel did not understand the meaning of the phrase. "He's petered out;" which addition did not make it any plainer. "You're the man for our money every time."
It is true, her hair was neither abundant, nor wanting in gleaming threads of gray; her skin was freckled, sallow, and devoid of varying tint or freshness; her figure angular and spare; her hands red with hard work; and her air at once sad and shy; still, Hetty Buel was a very lovely woman in my eyes, though I doubt if Lizzy would have thought so.
"Don't you think," ventured Buel, "that a writer should rather touch on what pleases him than on what displeases him, in writing of a foreign country?" "Possibly. Nations are like individuals; they prefer flattery to honest criticism." "But a writer should remember that there is no law of libel to protect a nation." To this remark Mr. Hodden did not reply. "And what did you object to most, Mr.
Buel frowned at the approaching boat, and cursed its inopportune arrival. He was astonished to hear some one shout from her deck "Hello, Buel!" "Why, there's some one who knows you!" said the girl, looking at him. Buel saw a man wave his hand, and automatically he waved in return. After a moment he realised that it was Brant the publisher.
This helped to pass away time, but afforded little profit; and on the 11th of June, 1859, I wrote to Major D. C. Buel, assistant adjutant-general, on duty in the War Department with Secretary of War Floyd, inquiring if there was a vacancy among the army paymasters, or any thing in his line that I could obtain.
And, now that I have begun, I also apologise for all the flippant things I have said during the voyage, and for my frightful mendacity to poor Mr. Hodden, who sits there so patiently and picturesquely waiting for the terrible reporters. Won't you forgive me?" Buel was not a ready man, and he hesitated just the smallest fraction of a second too long.
Go 'long in and ask for Hetty Buel, and give her that 'are thing, and tell her where you got it, and that I ha'n't never forgot to wish her well allus, though I couldn't write to her." There was Eben Jackson's romance! It piqued my curiosity. The poor fellow was wakeful and restless, I knew he would not sleep, if I left him, and I encouraged him to go on talking. "I will, Jackson, I promise you.
One would have imagined that Buel's keen insight into human nature would have made such a mistake impossible, but it must be remembered that Buel was always more or less of a hero-worshipper.
"I thought perhaps you might feel some hesitation in forcing yourself in where you were so evidently not wanted?" The hero-worshipper in Buel withered, and the natural Englishman asserted itself. "I have exactly the same right in this room that you have. I claim no privilege which I have not paid for." "Do you wish to suggest that I have made such a claim?" "I suggest nothing; I state it.
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