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You have much common sense. You do not believe that yours is the only country in the world. You like sometimes to hear plain speech from one who knows?" "Without a doubt," Norgate assented. Mr. Selingman stroked his knee with his fat hand. "You in England," he continued, "you are too prosperous. Very, very slowly the country is drifting into the hands of the people.
"Russia has been mobilising night and day on the frontiers of East Prussia," Selingman continued. "Germany has chosen to strike the first blow. Now listen, both of you. I am going to speak in these few minutes to Norgate here very serious words. I take it that in the matters which lie between him and me, you, Baroness, are as one with him?" "It is so," Norgate admitted.
Supposing they should discover that you have deceived them, before they have been obliged to leave the country!" "They will be much too busy," Norgate replied, "to think about me." Anna's face was still troubled. "I did not like that man's look," she persisted, "when he asked you what you were doing at Camberley.
Mr. Bullen's lips were a little parted, but his face was immovable. "Go on." "In the event of your doing so," Norgate continued, "more money, and arms themselves if you require them, will be available, but the motto of those who have the cause of Ireland entirely at heart is, 'No compromise! They recognise the fact that you are in a difficult position.
"May I go out and have a drink?" he asked. "I won't go if you don't want to be alone." "My dear friend, I do not mind in the least," she assured him. "If you find Mr. Norgate, send him here." In one of the smaller refreshment rooms sat Mr. Selingman, a bottle of champagne before him and a wondrously attired lady on either side. The heads of all three were close together.
I asked a man whom I met on the promenade where one might dine in travelling clothes, lightly but well, and he sent me here the Bar de Londres and here, for my good fortune, I am." "It is a pity that monsieur does not speak French," one of Selingman's companions murmured. "But, mademoiselle," Norgate protested, "I have spoken French all my life. Herr Selingman here has misunderstood me.
What we want is to be able, at critical times, to throw oil upon the troubled waters, and if the worst should come, if a war really should break out, then we want to be able to act as peacemakers, to heal as soon as possible any little sores that there may be, and to enter afterwards upon a greater friendship with a purified England." "It sounds very interesting," Norgate confessed.
I did not mistrust Francis Norgate, but I knew very well that when the blow fell, he would waver. These Englishmen are all like that. They can lose patience with their ill-governed country. They can go abroad, write angry letters to The Times, declare that they have shaken the dust of their native land from their feet. But when the pinch comes, they fall back.
He sells our crockery in that city not so much as he should sell, perhaps, but still he does his best." Mr. Meyer was a dark little man who wore gold-rimmed spectacles, neat clothes, and a timid smile. Norgate nodded to him good-humouredly. "You should get Herr Selingman to come oftener and help you," he remarked, yawning. "I can imagine that he would be able to sell anything he tried to."
"Of course," Norgate resumed, as he watched the champagne poured into his glass, "one is too much inclined to form one's conclusions about a nation from the types one meets travelling, and you know what the Germans have done for Monte Carlo and the Riviera even, to a lesser extent, for Paris and Rome.
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