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Brudenell took his hat and walked down the Avenue to Seventh Street, and to the Farmer's in search of Hannah. In answer to his inquiries he was told that she was in, and he was desired to walk up to her room. A servant preceding him, opened a door, and said: "Here is a ge'man to see you, mum." And Mr. Brudenell entered.
"But your papa never was anything but a perfect ge'man, never! I'll never forget one night when he took me to Grant's Cafe for dinner! I was all dressed up to kill, and George looked elegant " A long reminiscence followed. "I hope to God you get as good a man as your papa," said Emeline more than once, romantically.
He began to beat the wood with his glass. "Shay," howled he, growing suddenly impatient. As the waiter did not then come, the man swelled with wrath. "Shay," howled he again. The waiter appeared at the door. "Bringsh drinksh," said the man. The waiter disappeared with the orders. "Zat f'ler damn fool," cried the man. "He insul' me! I'm ge'man! Can' stan' be insul'! I'm goin' lickim when comes!"
"P'raps I don't," said the swart man; and lapsed into a fuming silence. When he spoke again his voice was less friendly, and he prodded Denton by way of address. "Look see!" he said: "are you going to let me show you 'ow to scrap?" "It's tremendously kind of you," said Denton; "but " There was a pause. The swart man rose and bent over Denton. "Too much ge'man," he said "eh?
It was evident the next sentence was premeditated. "Whad I was going to say was this," said the swart man, and sought through a silence for further words. "Whad I was going to say was this," he repeated. Finally he abandoned that gambit. "You're aw right," he cried, laying a grimy hand on Denton's grimy sleeve. "You're aw right. You're a ge'man. Sorry very sorry. Wanted to tell you that."
The waiter appeared at the door. "Bringsh drinksh," said the man. The waiter disappeared with the orders. "Zat f'ler fool!" cried the man. "He insul' me! I'm ge'man! Can' stan' be insul'! I'm goin' lickim when comes!" "No, no!" cried the women, crowding about and trying to subdue him. "He's all right! He didn't mean anything! Let it go! He's a good fellah!"
Denton hesitated. "But " he said, "I can't give you anything " "That's the ge'man all over," said the swart man. "Who arst you to?" "But your time?" "If you don't get learnt scrapping you'll get killed, don't you make no bones of that." Denton thought. "I don't know," he said. He looked at the face beside him, and all its native coarseness shouted at him.
I, for my part, would be quite content to stand the brunt of a torpedo attack on board a ship fitted with protecting nets and quick- firing guns. By Jove, I'd guarantee that Jack Dresser wouldn't be the one that was licked!" "I'd bet that same, sir," agreed Hellyer heartily, but seeing Bob he added, "Ah, here's the young ge'man I fished out of the sea t'other night.
The waiter appeared at the door. "Bringsh drinksh," said the man. The waiter disappeared with the orders. "Zat f'ler damn fool," cried the man. "He insul' me! I'm ge'man! Can' stan' be insul'! I'm goin' lickim when comes!" "No, no," cried the women, crowding about and trying to subdue him. "He's all right! He didn't mean anything! Let it go! He's a good fellah!"
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