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"It's a smart man as can put his finger on Dicky Nahl," said Mother Borton spitefully. "Nahl is his name?" "Yes. And I've seen him hobnob with Henry Wilton, and I've seen him thick as thieves with Tom Terrill, and which he's thickest with the devil himself couldn't tell. I call him Slippery Dicky." "Why did he bring me here to-night?"
The Spaniard, who appeared to comprehend that he was alluded to, gravely saluted me with a low bow, and offered his glass to hobnob with me. I returned the curtesy with becoming ceremony, while Hampden whispered in my ear, "A fine-looking fellow. You know who he is? Julian, the Guerilla chief." I had heard much of both the strangers.
The manner of their expression, the observations they make, the very wording of their compliments will reveal, quickly enough, whether he has a case of real appreciation before him, or a mere morbid mania to hobnob with celebrities, or at least with people who by nature of their professional work are often compelled against their own desires to hold a more or less exposed position in the public eye.
The sunset view of the city from the west front; the bronze doors on the east, the labyrinthine maze of the corridors; the tesselated floors, the mottled marble of the balustrades; the hushed approach to the Supreme Court; the precipitous descent into the galleries of House and Senate, the rap of the Speaker's gavel the rattle of argument as political foes contended in the legislative arena; the more subdued squabbles on the Senate floor; the savory smell of food rising from the restaurants in the lower regions; the climb to the dome, the look of the sky when one came out at the top; Statuary Hall and its awesome echoes; the Rotunda with its fringe of tired tourists, its frescoed frieze Columbus, Cortez, Penn, Pizarro ; the mammoth paintings Pocahontas, and the Pilgrims, De Soto, and the Surrender of Cornwallis, the Signing of the Declaration, and Washington's Resignation as Commander-in-Chief Indian and Quaker, Puritan and Cavalier these were some of the things which had ravished the eyes of the boy Derry in the days when his father had come to the Capitol to hobnob with old cronies, and his son had been allowed to roam at will.
I know that you go every Thursday; but I'm not of that mind. You're young, of course, and p'raps you have good reason! But you take my tip, and hobnob with the working man. We must bestir ourselves and impell ourselves, what the devil! As for me, I've finished my political efforts for peace and order. It's your turn!" He is right.
"Naturally, I avoid 'Burk' and the Northwest Extension after dark even the scouts do that. But it wouldn't pay anybody to high-jack me. No. I go right in on the derrick floors and hobnob with the drillers, talk about their wives and their families, discuss croup and fishing jobs; sometimes they let me taste the sand and even show me the logs of their wells.
As for the Russians, I commit them cheerfully to all the joys of rheumatism. For once every one is up at dawn. A passing lama directs us to a ferry down the river, where we cross by means of a flat-bottomed boat worked by an iron cable. On the other side the men start a fire and we get some hot tea. Again I am struck by the familiar way in which the Russians hobnob with the Mongols.
Pantin replied: "I'm sure it's lovely of you to defend her." "Not at all I like her personally," Mrs. Toomey answered stoutly. It was time to lay on the lash; Mrs. Pantin saw that clearly. "Nevertheless, as a friend I wouldn't advise you to take her up to er hobnob with her." Mrs. Pantin did not like the word, but the occasion required vigorous language. "I'm the best judge of that, Prissy."
For the third and last part of the entertainment, a cage, containing a large Bengal tiger, was wheeled on to the stage. "You look precious white," Curtis remarked, just as Kelson was about to go on. "I guess you'd look the same," Kelson retorted, "if you had to hobnob with a tiger. The Unknown always gives me the nasty jobs."
As it was, I perpetrated a deliberate falsehood in the good cause. He knows that I know I am beaten from the start." "Nonsense," said Josephine. "You provoke me, Fred, when you talk in that fashion. What was the use of accepting if you didn't intend to win if you could?" "So I do intend, but I can't." "You can't certainly if you hobnob with the rival candidate and call him a good fellow."
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