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These books are to be noticed for their careful inclusion of details and their bringing all the sources together that bear on successive facts, so as to furnish an almost complete index to the original authorities. Miss KATE NORGATE has written two books which form a continuous history from the accession of Stephen to the death of John England under the Angevin Kings and John Lackland.
"Who is it wants me?" he enquired, rather impatiently. "Are you Baring?" Norgate asked, deepening his voice a little. "Yes! Who are you?" "I am a friend," Norgate answered slowly. "What the devil do you mean by 'a friend'?" was the irritated reply. "I am engaged here most particularly." "There can be nothing so important," Norgate declared, "as the warning I am charged to give to you.
"Well, bring your man in whenever you want to," Norgate invited, as he turned away. "I can promise, at least, that I shall not understand what you are saying, and that I won't sneak your designs." There was a queer little smile on Herr Selingman's broad face. It almost seemed as though he had discovered some hidden though unsuspected meaning in the other's words.
He is English to the backbone." "But there are Englishmen," the Princess insisted earnestly, "who are amenable to common sense. There are Englishmen who are sorrowing over the decline of their own country and who would not be so greatly distressed if she were punished a little." "I am afraid Mr. Norgate is not like that," Anna observed drily. "However, one cannot be sure. Bother!
Herr Selingman shook his head. "My young English friend," he declared, "all is not well with you that you turn away from good food. Come. Afterwards, over a cigar, you shall tell me what troubles you have, and I will give you sound advice. I have a very wide knowledge of life. I have a way of seeing the truth, and I like to help people." Norgate shook his head.
He ate, although obviously half famished, with restraint, but although Norgate did his best to engage him in conversation, he seemed taciturn, almost sullen. Towards the end of dinner, when every one was smoking and coffee had been served, Selingman glanced at his watch. "Now," he said, "I will tell you, my young Bosnian patriot, why I sent for you.
"Our great object is, as you can guess from the title, to promote good-feeling between the two countries, to heal up all possible breaches, to soothe and dispel that pitiful jealousy, of which, alas! too much exists. It is not easy, Mr. Norgate. It is not easy, my young friend. I meet with many disappointments. Yet it is a great and worthy undertaking." "It sounds all right," Norgate observed.
Ready money was becoming short with him; but his sense of her rights, and his faith in her prudence, had not failed. She had only to draw on his banker or agent to have her draught honoured. Whatever sums she might devote to her personal pleasures, her prodigal husband would not call in question. Gervase Norgate, though she had been friendless, and getting always more friendless, as Miss Baring.
Selingman eyed his with approval. "A nation," he declared, "which brews beer like this, deserves well of the world. You did wisely, Norgate, to become ever so slightly associated with us. Now examine carefully these hors d'oeuvres. I have talked with Karl, the head-waiter. Instead of eighteen pence, we shall pay three shillings each for our dinner.
You knew, after all, that your Government would make war when the time came. Is that so?" "I was always convinced of it," Norgate replied calmly. "I also had the honour of deceiving you in the matter of Mr. Bullen.
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