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So I went, and as there were four of us, of course I could not speak to him then. He still had the other man, a foreigner " "Colonel Schmoff, perhaps?" "Yes; Colonel Schmoff. He kept Colonel Schmoff by him, so as to guard him from being questioned." "That is so like him. Everything he does he does with some design with some little plan.
Well, Harry, you might have ignored Colonel Schmoff for what I should have cared." "I got the count to come out into another room at last, and then he was very angry with me, you know and talked of what he would do to men who interfered with him." "You will not quarrel with him, Harry? Promise me that there shall be no nonsense of that sort no fighting." "Oh, no; we were friends again very soon.
"Captain Boodle, can you eat beefsteak," said the count; "Blue Posts' beefsteak?" "Try me," said Doodles. "That's all. Try me." "I will try you, and I will try Mr. Clavering. Schmoff would eat a horse if he had not a bullock, and a piece of jackass if he had not a horse." "I did eat a horse in Hamboro' once. We was besieged."
Harry resolved that he would not go. He had his mission to perform and he would perform it, even if he were compelled to do so in the presence of Colonel Schmoff. Doodles soon went. He could not sit long with the simple gratification of a cigar, without gin-and-water or other comfort of that kind, even though the eloquence of Count Pateroff might be excited in his favor.
So much said Schmoff, very slowly, in a deep bass voice, speaking from the bottom of his chest, and frowning very heavily as he did so. The exertion was so great that he did not repeat it for a considerable time. "Thank God we are not besieged now," said the count, as the soup was handed round to them. "Ah, Albert, my friend, that is good soup; very good soup.
With Count Pateroff was the same gentleman whom Harry had seen at the Adelphi, and whom the count now introduced as Colonel Schmoff; and also a little Englishman with a knowing eye and a bull-dog neck, and whiskers cut very short and trim a horsey little man, whom the count also introduced. "Captain Boodle says he knows a cousin of yours, Mr. Clavering."
They were dining in a public room, at a large table which they had to themselves, while others were dining at small tables round them. Even if Schmoff and Boodle had not been there, he could hardly have discussed Lady Ongar's private affairs in such a room as that.
No man should drink above two glasses of '34. if you want port after that, then have '20." Schmoff had certainly been hardly treated. He had scarcely spoken a word during dinner, and should, I think, have been allowed to say something of the flavor of the horse.
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