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Nivel came round daily with his sister, and, to use his own expression, "took me in hand." This taking in hand meant principally marching me off to the tailors and hosiers to order new clothes. "A man when he is going to be married," he said sententiously, "must make a clean sweep of all his old clothes and start afresh. It's a duty he owes to his future wife and his tailor!"
It was on the fourth day out that I became acquainted with Dolores d'Alta. While I had been lying disconsolately on my cot, St. Nivel had been improving the shining hour by looking after Miss Dolores, who had taken up her position, during the first few days of her trial, in a sheltered position on the promenade deck, in preference to her "stuffy cabin," as she called her state room.
I think possibly the shocks of electricity combined with my agitation of mind had cured it. St. Nivel and Lady Ethel, being tired of the "rough" shooting for the time being, and perhaps having a sneaking liking for their cousin, decided to come in to Bath and take up their quarters with me at the big hotel in the town.
"There's one thing you really must see to at once, Bill," exclaimed St. Nivel, one day when we were all busy making out lists of our requirements in the great library and posting them off to the stores. "You must get a servant." Now I had been, for the last three months, doing for myself; my old servant had left me some months before and I had not filled his place with another.
I had just opened my lips to speak, when there came a great cry from the roof of the tower above, and a black body shot past the little window near which I was sitting. We all ran to the window but could see nothing. Then St. Nivel made a suggestion. "Let us mount up to the roof," he said, "and see what is to be seen. You, Botley, had better go down to the foot of the tower."
Nivel if he cares to come, and that is the great Trappist Monastery at San Juan del Monte, about ten miles from here." "By Jove!" I answered, "that is the very place I should like to see! I'm your man at any time." "If you can be up by seven to-morrow morning," continued the old man, "we can motor over in the cool of the day.
Nivel, was certainly fully up to date, and his sister, Lady Ethel, was, if possible, a little more so. They were twins.
"Veritable Chartreuse," remarked Don Juan, as he laid his hand on the little decanters of green and yellow liquid, "the true stream drunk at the source!" He filled the little glasses and handed them round as the lay brother stood looking on admiringly. "You must take some," he said, "or they will be offended." St. Nivel sipped his glass appreciatively.
A few minutes after St. Nivel and his friends rejoined us. "That was a lucky thought of mine," he said, laughing, when he had gripped my hand and congratulated me on our escape.
That was the wording of it, and I arranged to run up to town for a day to make my selection from them. From the numerous applicants I selected six, and told them to meet me at Long's Hotel. St. Nivel accompanied me to give me the benefit of his advice, which was perhaps not likely to be of much service to me. He employed a refined person himself who asked and got £150 a year.
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