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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Who is that with Miss Yorke?" he said to Dom Corria. The President had a rare knack of answering a straight question in a straight way. "A Mr. Bulmer, I am told," he said. There was a pause. General Russo, carved from head to foot, but so stout withal that his enemies' weapons had reached no vital part, approached. He thumped his huge stomach. "We must rally our men," he said.
Dom Corria remembered, of course, what San Benavides and his daughter had said when they all met in the ballroom. It seemed to him that Salvador was telling the truth and that Carmela was fibbing on that occasion. But he let well enough alone. It was good for Salvador that he should obey Carmela.
His little cohort had done wonders, it is true, but of what avail were these ill-equipped stalwarts against a fast-moving fort, armed with heavy guns and propelled by thousands of steam horses? None, absolutely none. Dom Corria drew San Benavides aside. "All is ended!" he said quietly. "We shall never see Brazil again, Salvador meu! Carmela must find another lover, it seems."
"Of course, as you said a little while ago, we owe our lives to Dom Corria De Sylva," she murmured, as if she were reasoning with herself. By chance, probably because Hozier stooped to help her to her feet, his arm rested lightly across her shoulders. "I will not pretend to misunderstand you," he said.
"I'm goin' to 'ave a nap," he announced. "Either you or Watts must take 'old. W'ich is it to be?" "No need to ask Mr. Hozier any such question," said the suave Dom Corria. "You can trust him implicitly. He is with us now to the death. Captain San Benavides, a word with you." "South a bit," repeated the skipper. "Call me at two bells in the second dog."
It was not even professional football, they said; but an acrimonious discussion was closed by a strong hint from the Treasury that pay-day might be postponed indefinitely if too much were made of a regrettable accident to the guns of the Maceio artillery. Meanwhile, Dom Corria, the man who did not forget, was puzzled by two circumstances not of national importance.
Before night closed the roads again, the Pesqueira genius wrote to Dom Corria under a flag of truce, and pointed out that he served the President, not any crank who said he was President, but the honored individual in whom the people of Brazil placed their trust. Dom Corria replied in felicitous terms, and, as the newspapers say, the incident ended.
Iris, by this time, was thoroughly frightened, and Hozier, who read more in De Sylva's words than was possible in her case, was watching the speaker's calm face with a fixity that might have disconcerted many men. Dom Corria seemed to be unaware of either the girl's distress or Philip's white anger.
Dom Corria, dragging Schmidt with him, hurried to meet her. Surprise at his gala attire helped to conquer her natural timidity, for the President was gorgeous in blue and gold. "My good wishes are soon changed into congratulations, Senhor," she said. "Ah, my dear young lady, I am overjoyed that you should be here to witness my success," he cried.
There was no love lost between them. For a fraction of a second San Benavides was in a position of real peril. Then Dom Corria said coldly: "No interference, I pray you, Senhor Adjudante. Kindly withdraw." His tone was eminently official. San Benavides saluted and stepped back.
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