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I myself will go by land to Le Portel, and thence, if I have no news of you or of the expedition, I will slowly work southwards in the direction of the Chateau d'Ourde. That is all that I can do. If you can contrive to let Percy or even Armand know my movements, do so by all means.
What the devil should I have to say to my people if within a couple of months of taking office we were plunged into war?" "I do not pretend," Mrs. Carraby remarked, "to be an active politician, but I have heard it said that the best way to avoid war is to show that you are not afraid of it. They say that that is where Sir Julien Portel was so splendid.
Lord Cardington told me himself that they were the most splendid political prose he had ever read in his life." "That may be true enough," Carraby growled, "but they make it all the harder for me. No doubt Portel was a good Minister. No doubt he was doing very well in his post. Now he writes these letters every one remembers it, every one is asking for him back again. It's hell, Mabel!
"Yes, m'dear, we are all of us safe until morning-time enough to reach Le Portel, and to be aboard the Day-Dream before mine amiable friend M. Chambertin has discovered his worthy colleague lying gagged and bound inside the chapel of the Holy Sepulchre. By Gad! how old Heron will curse the moment he can open his mouth!" He half helped, half lifted her out of the carriage.
Julien smiled. "Perhaps because it was a matter of moment to him whether you replied or not, whereas, frankly, I only ask you these questions out of the idlest curiosity." "Also a little," she remarked, "to make conversation, is it not so? Very well, then, Sir Julien Portel, let me tell you this.
"Then we'll still find him at Le Portel I shall know how to lay hands on him; but you two must get aboard the Day-Dream at once, for Ffoulkes and I can always look after ourselves." It was one hour after midnight when refreshed with food and rest Marguerite, Armand and Sir Percy left the half-way house. Marguerite was standing in the doorway ready to go.
"And the Chapel of the Holy Sepulchre?" "Yes. I know it too." Indeed, he knew the chateau well, and the little chapel in the forest, whither the fisher-folk from Portel and Boulogne came on a pilgrimage once a year to lay their nets on the miracle-working relic. The chapel was disused now.
Though a politician of the old type, I do not fail to appreciate what we owe to the new school. I am a reader of the old-fashioned newspapers, but I recognize the fact that the modern Press sometimes exercises a new and wonderful function in politics. It is my opinion that by means of this modern journalism Sir Julien Portel has maintained the peace of the world.
"There is a plainer issue before us. In passing my threshold you have broken your word of honor. What do you want?" "I want Julien Portel!" Madame Christophor shrugged her shoulders. "You have wanted him for some little time." "Never so badly as at this instant," Falkenberg declared bitterly. "He has set all Europe in a ferment with those infernal letters. He knows too much.
"Julien," Kendricks sighed, "the Bohemian has no chance against such a model as you." "I do not think," she remarked, looking Julien in the eyes, "that Sir Julien Portel cares very much for women just now, at any rate." Julien frowned. He absolutely declined to answer the challenge in her dark eyes.
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