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For the time James did not perceive it. The beauty and freshness of this new world was upon him. Francis Lingen, born to cling, threw out tentative tendrils to Margery Dacre. Margery Dacre was a very pretty girl; she had straw-coloured hair and a bright complexion. She wore green, especially in the water. Urquhart called her Undine, and she was mostly known as the Mermaid.
His former countrymen, whom he had left in some displeasure, averred that he was not contented there, nay, could not be so, as a place like Lingen was not to be compared with Frankfort.
"No, indeed," Lingen said eagerly. "I've found him most useful. In fact, I trust him further than any man I know." "He's a good man," Urquhart said, "and he's perfectly honest. He'd sooner put you off than on, any day. That's very sound in a lawyer. But if he carries it into wedlock he's a damned fool, in my opinion." They parted on very good terms, Lingen for the Albany, Urquhart elsewhere.
And after all whether it was Lingen or Urquhart he was safe. He knew he was safe because he wanted her. He knew that he could not want what was not for him. That was against Nature. True to type again, he laughed at himself, but owned it. She had been gone but five or ten minutes, but he wanted to see her again now.
Patrick blinked, having his mouth too full to nod conveniently. "Can't drive a motor, I suppose! Can't fly I don't think." "As to breaking your neck," said James, "there's still a chance for you." "I shall make a mess of it," Urquhart retorted. "Is this going to be a neck-breaking expedition?" That was from Lingen, who now had an object in life. "I never said so," Urquhart told him.
The king's will having been already conveyed to the doctor, in the king's presence colonel Lingen came up to him and said, 'Dr. Bayly, the king, much wishing your aid in this matter, saith he delights not to be a beggar, and yet is constrained thereunto.
I'd back him at cat's-cradle, and I dare say he plays a very fair game at noughts-and-crosses. Besides, he'll do what he's told, and fetch things for you. You'll find him a handy and obliging chap to have about." "Sounds delightful," said Urquhart pleasantly. He turned to Lucy. "We'll give him Lingen, shall we?" She said, "By all means. It doesn't matter in the least to me."
So James had his little whack, after all. James, hardly knowing it, was bracing himself for a serious situation. He had a keen eye for a man, a feeling for style; in his judgment Urquhart was momentous, so much so that he could not afford to be irritated. Jealousy to him was a weakness, only pardonable when the cause was trivial. It had been trivial with poor Lingen.
Raffles himself succinctly states in a letter to Marsden the basis upon which this rested. It appears, from his letter, that the Dutch had secured the cession of Rhio from the Sultan of Lingen, whom they recognized as the Sultan of Johore.
Now James's little weakness, or one of them, let us say, was that he could not resist a cutting phrase, when the thing did not matter. Therefore she reasoned Francis Lingen, absurdly enough, did matter. That he should, that anything of the sort should matter to James was one more sign to her of the promise, just as the weather was one. The Spring was at hand, and soon we should all go a-maying.
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