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The old man thought for a while: “You leave the score with me; I’ll see what I can do with it; I have an idea,” he replied, after a short time had elapsed. Eleanore went back home full of hope. The quartette was sent to Berlin, and placed in the hands of a man of influence and discrimination. Some professional musicians soon became acquainted with it and its merits.
A shout greeted Garth's approach, and the uproarious quartette composed of the two subalterns and the girls from New York City pounded joyously with their forks upon their plates, creating a perfect pandemonium of noise, Miles recklessly participating in the clamorous welcome, while the Lavender Lady fluttered her handkerchief, and Sara and Audrey both hurried forward to meet the late comer.
Once on board, explaining his errand, he was taken below into the main cabin, where he interviewed, and was interviewed by, a quartette of men whom Daughtry qualified to himself as "a rum bunch." It was because he had talked long with the steward who had left the ship, that Dag Daughtry recognized and identified each of the four men.
"Jersey, Guernsey, Alderney, and Sark," recalled his short-jacket and broad-collar days, and the last of the quartette had always somehow conjured up in his mind the image of a bleak, inaccessible rock set in a stormy sea, where no one lived if he could possibly find shelter elsewhere, an Ultima Thule, difficult of access and still more difficult of exit, a weather-bound little spot into which you scrambled precariously by means of boats and ladders, and out of which you might not be able to get for weeks on end.
I disdain advertisements; what advertisements would have cost, monsieur, I put into elegance, charm, comfort. Next year I shall have a quartette in one of the salons to discourse music, and of the best. Yes, we ought to charm away the ennui of those whose heads we dress. I do not conceal from myself the annoyances to a client.
Simmonds, questioned by the millionaire, admitted that a weather-beaten native had prophesied "a week of it," more or less. Four Britons might have sat down and played Bridge stolidly, but three of this quartette were Americans, and within two hours of the change in the elements, they were seated in the London-bound train at Windermere Station.
"You were there then?" I was this morning, thought Jones, but he said: "How sinful Rigoletto is by comparison to Aïda by comparison I mean to the last act." The other duo now had become a quartette. The voices of Gilda and Rigoletto were fusing with those of the figlia and the duke. The musician appeared to be listening. His sunken eyes were lifted. Slowly he turned them on Jones.
When Edith and the others strolled past the door they glanced inside and caught sight of a shabby-looking Frenchman, who had paused halfway up the stairs, and was leaning eagerly forward through an embrazured loophole, obviously intent on hearing every word uttered by the quartette beneath. Fortunately Edith, who was nearest to the door, was completely shrouded from Gros Jean's observation.
I supposed he was busy makin' up his quartette for that Southern cruise. So about a week later I'm mildly surprised to hear that he's still stayin' on over at Sister Mabel's. I didn't really suspicion anything until one afternoon, along in the middle of January, when as I steps off the 5:10 I gets a glimpse of Babe's blue racer waitin' at the crossing gates.
We know how lonely you must be, and Malcolm and I decided we must run in on you after lunch. Didn't we, Malcolm?" Mr. Malcolm Corcoran Dunn, her son, was a blond young man, with a rather indolent manner. "Sure, Mater!" he said, calmly. "How d'ye do, Caroline? 'Lo, Steve!" The quartette shook hands. Mrs. Dunn sank creakingly into a chair and gazed about the room.
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