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Then Budge managed to upset the contents of his plate into his lap, and while I was helping him clear away the debris, Toddie improved the opportunity to pour his milk upon his fish, and put several spoonfuls of oatmeal porridge into my coffee-cup. I made an early excuse to leave the table and turn the children over to Maggie.
I thought him a thief a necessary thief and he knew it: he was indifferent to it; and it amused him, I think, to see clinging to me, when I entered his presence, shreds of that morality which those of my world who dealt with him thought so needful for the sake of decency. He was in bed, reading newspapers, as usual. An empty coffee-cup and a plate were on the littered table.
As I entered the tent he was seated at supper. The viands before him were in striking contrast to the food upon which the army was then subsisting. There was no gravel gritting between the major's teeth as he masticated mess-pork or mouldy biscuit. He found no debris of sand and small rocks at the bottom of his coffee-cup. No; quite the contrary.
Each flower, in size like a small coffee-cup, would open out in a white mass and shed its scores of silvery balls, and these when freed of heavy seed would float aloft in the wind, and the whole air as far as one could see would be filled with millions and myriads of floating balls. The fallen seed was so abundant as to cover the ground under the dead but still standing plants.
"I was never ill in my life, and I have no dread whatever of cholera. I suppose I ran some risk, though I never thought about it at the time but the priest one of the Benedictine order died the very next day." "Shocking!" I murmured over my coffee-cup. "Very shocking. And you actually entertained no alarm for yourself?" "None in the least.
But it was with a fifth of these renovators that Lindley found his guest occupied, an hour later, while upon a small table nearby a sixth, untouched, awaited disposal beside an emptied coffee-cup. Also, Mr. Vilas was smoking a cigarette with unshadowed pleasure; his eye was bright, his expression care-free; and he was sitting up in the hammock, swinging cheerfully, and singing the "Marseillaise."
Eleanor just glanced over her coffee-cup, but she made no answer. Kate turned her course. "Won't you let me open your egg for you?" "No, thank you." Then, "You're very kind, Kate." "I am the original ray of light. Do let me fix those pillows. You're going to lie in bed all the morning, you know. Shall I bring you the papers? You should see them! They've got you a heroine." "Me!"
George Masson wanted her, they were to meet to-day, and she was going going somewhere out of this intolerable dullness and discontent. When she pushed her coffee-cup aside and rose from the table without eating, she went straight to her looking-glass and surveyed herself with a searching eye.
If he had had any intention of not answering it at all, of calmly disposing, in a word or two, of her right to interrogate him on his proceedings, her fixed and passionate eyes killed it instantly. He moved his coffee-cup round uneasily in the saucer. "Men do many things they needn't do, as well as women," he began. "I must have my amusements. Why not?"
"There are no pine trees here," she said, in her husky voice. "Sit down and have your coffee." He obeyed her and sat down quickly, and quickly he took the coffee-cup from her. "Have a little mastika with it," she said. And she pushed a tall liqueur-glass full of the colorless liquid towards him. "Yes," he said. As he drank he looked out sideways through the wide opening in the pavilion.
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