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Mackworth and I both want you to look your best when you meet Miss Martin at dinner to-night".... I angrily almost decided to take his pin with me when I left, just to fulfill his pre-supposition. "No, that's not the place to stick it ... let me show you ... not in the body of the tie, but further down," and he deftly placed the pin in the right spot.
They could not carry the Spaniards away with them, for they had neither shipping nor food, not even handcuffs enough for them; and as Mackworth told Winter when he proposed it, the only plan was for him to make San Josepho a present of his ships, and swim home himself as he could.
"I be turned seventeen last April," Myles answered, as he had the evening before to Lord Mackworth. "Humph!" said Sir James; "thou be'st big of bone and frame for thine age. I would that thy heart were more that of a man likewise, and less that of a giddy, hare-brained boy, thinking continually of naught but mischief."
Following Sir Nigel's counsel, they pressed on upon foot until they were close to the prince's secretary, who was in high debate with a young and foppish knight, who was bent upon making his way past him. "Mackworth!" said the king-at-arms. "It is in my mind, young sir, that you have not been presented before."
"What wouldst thou say?" said Lord Mackworth. "Only this," said Myles, "an I have thy leave so to do, that the Lady Alice hath chosen me to be her knight, and so, whether I may see her or speak with her or no, the laws of chivalry give me, who am gentle born, the right to serve her as a true knight may." "As a true fool may," said the Earl, dryly.
"I am a Mackworth of Normanton," the other answered, with some uneasiness of manner. "Then you must be Sir Stephen Mackworth, for I learn that when old Sir Guy died he came in for the arms and the name, the war-cry and the profit." "Sir Stephen is my elder brother, and I am Arthur, the second son," said the youth. "In sooth and in sooth!" cried the king-at-arms with scornful eyes.
Pity to kill a mare like that, wasn't it? Her sire was Repeater, the horse that ran the two three-mile heats with Mackworth, in grand time, too. Then, again, 'That chestnut colt with the white legs would be worth five hundred all out if we could sell him with his right name and breeding, instead of having to do without a pedigree. We shall be lucky if we get a hundred clear for him.
My host, unseen within, turned off another Red Seal record he had just started, again to the accompaniment of the piano.... Kreisler's Caprice Viennoise.... Jarvis Alexander Mackworth came forth like a leisurely duck, waddling. He was very, very fat. He extended me a plump, white hand ... a slack hand-shake ... but not an unhearty one, rather a grip of easy welcome.
"There's the negro mind ... ought to hear them sing, making up songs as they load and unload boats along the Mississippi ... nobody's ever dug back into the black mind yet why don't you do these things?"... "Good-bye, Mister Mackworth I've had a fine time!" "Good-bye, my boy ... be a good boy ... God bless you!"
A constrained silence fell, in which the Earl alone maintained a perfect ease of manner. Myles bowed to hide his own embarrassment. "Your Highness," said he, evasively, "I rest my fortune, first of all, upon God, His strength and justice." "Thou wilt find safer dependence there than upon the Lord of Mackworth," said the Prince, dryly.
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