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And the brother and sister excited each other magnanimously to this undertaking. Sometimes, it must be added, they exchanged a look that seemed to sound with a slight alarm the depth of their responsibility. On the day Mr. Probert called at the Hotel de l'Univers et de Cheltenham with his son the pair walked away together, back to the Cours la Reine, without immediate comments.
Flack promised to "nose round"; he said the best plan would be that the results should "come back" to her in the Reverberator; it might have been gathered from him that "the people over there" in other words the mass of their compatriots wouldn't be unpersuadable that they wanted about a column on Mr. Probert.
"Take the men from the small guns, Joe, and get that sail in," the captain said. "Its loss is of no consequence." In half a minute, the lugger's foresail again rose; and she continued the chase, heading straight for the brig. "He doesn't like this game of long bowls, Probert," the captain said. "He intends to come up to board, instead of trusting to his guns. "Now, boatswain, you try again."
"Ain't they tremendous Catholics always talking about the Holy Father; what they call here the throne and the altar? And don't they want the throne too? I mean Mr. Probert, the old gentleman," Mr. Flack added. "And those grand ladies and all the rest of them." "They're very religious," said Francie. "They're the most religious people I ever saw. They just adore the Holy Father.
Faulkner, it comes within your province to abuse a prisoner unconvicted of any crime?" "I deny that I abused him," Mr. Faulkner said hotly. "There is no occasion for heat, sir," Mr. Probert said quietly. "You are in the position of a witness at present and not of a magistrate, and must reply like any other witness. Well, you deny having abused him.
Waterlow, who was after all himself an ornament of the French, and the very French, school, jeered at the other's want of native instinct, at the way he never knew by which end to take hold of a compatriot. Poor Probert was obliged to confess to his terrible paucity of practice, and that in the great medley of aliens and brothers and even more of sisters he couldn't tell which was which.
When Francie made the point that Mr. Probert was neither a count nor a lord her sister rejoined that she didn't care whether he was or not. To this Francie replied that she herself didn't care, but that Delia ought to for consistency. "Well, he's a prince compared with Mr. Flack," Delia declared. "He hasn't the same ability; not half."
The call had had above all the immense luck that it hadn't been noisy a confusion of underbred sounds; which was very happy, for Mr. Probert was particular in this: he could bear French noise but couldn't for the life of him bear American. As for English he maintained that there was no such thing: England was a country with the straw down in all the thoroughfares of talk. Mr.
Even Probert, the most frightened of the party, fled no further for relief than to the brandy bottle, and is found in the very lane, and at the spot of the murder, seeking for the murderous weapon, and exposing himself to the view of the passengers. Another singular mark of stupid audacity was their venturing to wear the clothes of their victim.
Probert, it was true, had shown something of a conversible spirit; he had come twice to the hotel since his son's departure and had said, smiling and reproachful, "You neglect us, you neglect us, my dear sir!"
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