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"The inquest on the death of that poor fellow Baring is being held to-day," he explained. "That is why she is staying away. A sad thing that, Norgate a very sad happening." "It was indeed." "And mysterious," Selingman went on. "The man apparently, an hour before, was in high spirits. The special work upon which he was engaged at the Admiralty was almost finished.
It shall be six hundred. A man may do much with six hundred golden louis." Selingman sat forward once more in his place. "Look here," he intervened, "you go too far, my friend. You never spoke to me of this. What have you against Hunterleys?" "His nationality," Draconmeyer answered coolly. "I hate all Englishmen!" The gaiety had left Selingman's face.
Therefore, though it is true that serious matters are pending, though, alas! I must return at once to see what help I can afford my country, never for a moment believe, any of you, that there exists the slightest chance of war between Germany and England." "Then I don't see," Mrs. Barlow sighed, "why we shouldn't have a rubber of bridge." "Let us," Selingman assented.
"Then I fear treachery," the Count declared. "Have you any reason for saying that?" Selingman asked. The Count lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. "Listen," he said, "always, my friend, you undervalue a little the English race. You undervalue their intelligence, their patriotism, their poise towards the serious matters of life. I know nothing of Mr.
The rubber progressed and finished in comparative silence. At its conclusion, Selingman glanced at the clock. It was half-past seven. "I am hungry," he announced. Mrs. Benedek laughed at him. "Hungry at half-past seven! Barbarian!" "I lunched at half-past twelve," he protested. "I ate less than usual, too.
Last time, though, not all his eloquence could prevail. They were cut down almost a half, eh?" "I believe that was so," Norgate admitted. "Mr. Spencer Wyatt, eh?" Selingman continued, his eyes fixed upon the ceiling. "Well, well, one cannot wonder at his attitude. It is not his role to pose as an economist. He is responsible for the navy. Naturally he wants a big navy.
"I wonder what they think of their neighbours! A little embarrassing for the chief guest, I am afraid." "I see your wife is in the enemy's camp," his companion observed. "Draconmeyer is coming to speak to me. This promises to be interesting." Draconmeyer and Selingman both came over to greet the English Minister.
In about a quarter of an hour, as he had expected, the door opened, and Selingman entered. He crossed the room at once to where Norgate was writing and laid his hand upon his shoulder. "Young man," he said, "I wish to talk with you. Bring your chair around. Sit there so that the light falls upon your face. So! Now let me see. Where does that door lead to?"
"Whether it is well for us or not," Maraton remarked, as he watched the wine flow into his glass, "to yield up one's will like this, to become even as a docile child, I do not know, but it is very pleasant. It is an hour of detachment." "It is the secret of youth, the secret of life, the secret of joy," Selingman declared. "Detachment is the word.
Besides, there is no warlike spirit in your nation; you sleep peacefully. I think that our time has come. You will not need to strain your ears, my friend. Before many weeks have passed, the tocsin will be sounding. Does that move you? Let me look at you." Norgate's face showed little emotion. Selingman nodded ponderously. "She will find one through Austria," Selingman replied. "That is simple.
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