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In due course we came to Coruña, or Corunna as we more commonly call it, and there I had the delight of strolling about the old fortifications all alone with Dolores and showing her the tomb of Sir John Moore, while St. Nivel obligingly took charge of her aunt, and solicitously kept her out of earshot.
"Then au revoir until we meet at Euston," I said to my cousins; "mind you are in good time for the train." "We shall be all right," answered Ethel. "I wish we were coming with you. I feel rather anxious about you." "Don't you worry, Ethel," St. Nivel replied, "he'll be all right. He's not a child." I went off and got into the motor, Brooks taking his seat on the box.
"Yes, very nice," he remarked. "As good as anything you will get in Aquazilia." Then St. Nivel did something which appeared to me to be an additional sign that he had taken leave of his senses. "Won't you take the box, Capitano?" he asked. The man smiled and shook his great head. "Thank you," he said, "they are too mild for me." St.
While it is preparing would you like to see the monastery?" St. Nivel and I at once expressed our pleasure at the prospect, and the abbot preceded us, walking with Don Juan, but stopping occasionally to turn and speak to us and point out some object of interest.
I, however, was fortunate; being in good practice and cool, I brought down my birds one after the other, as St. Nivel remarked afterwards, "like a bit of clockwork," and I had the satisfaction of hearing our host inquire who I was. We had finished one plantation very satisfactorily, as the heaps of dead pheasants testified, and were moving off to the next when I got a shock.
I threw myself in a corner of the carriage, and with the bitterest thoughts at my heart, tried to think of some means of escape, while I awaited the coming of the principal brigand. St. Nivel sat opposite to me, and I saw by his set jaw and knitted brows that he considered the situation very serious. We had not long to wait for the chief.
Darbyshire; it seemed so strange to find such a foreign little person with such a distinctly English name. She, however, refused to be beguiled away by St. Nivel to look at the giraffes. I think she began to smell more than a rat when we reached the monkey house, and to doubt whether his attentions to her were as disinterested as they appeared, especially when she heard that I was his cousin.
Nivel was bored; he steered us back to the guest-room, where a most excellent lunch was awaiting us soup, fish, a dish of cutlets and a sweet omelette, all excellent, and served with red and white wine-like nectar and coffee from the Trappists' estate on the hills. The abbot did not eat with us, but sat and charmed us with his conversation, for charming it was.
They no sooner saw us than they raised a great shout, and waved their arms; it was then to my great thankfulness I saw the leading cyclist was my cousin, St. Nivel. I felt as if a ton weight of care had been lifted off my shoulders. They made way for us as we came, and St. Nivel shouted to me as we passed through "Make straight for the train!"
Nivel shut the box up with what I thought was impatience, and threw it in the rack. The thieves' cashier made his appearance with a bag full of dollars; then they all made a move for the door, taking me with them. As we reached the platform of the smoking-car, and I was perforce about to jump down on to the permanent way, I saw the face of my servant Brooks looking up at me from the line.
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