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"What you have said about our three countries is very true," he remarked. "Perhaps as you, Mr. Meyer, are a Belgian, and you, Mr. Selingman, know Belgium well and have connections with it, you can tell me one thing which has always puzzled me.
It was broad daylight when he awoke. Selingman, fully dressed and looking more beaming than ever, was seated upon a ridiculously inadequate camp-stool upon the floor, smoking a cigarette. Norgate stared at him stupidly. "My young friend," Herr Selingman declared impressively, "if there is one thing in the world I envy you, it is that capacity for sleep. You all have it, you English.
I am German born, but I am English, too, in feeling. To me the two nations are one. We are of the same race. That is why I am sorrowful when I see England slipping back. That is why I would like to see her have just a little lesson." Selingman paused. Norgate rose to his feet and stood on the hearthrug, with his elbow upon the mantelpiece. "Twice we have come as far as that, Mr.
There must be one word more pass between Maxendorf and me before I hold up the torch." "He's got it," Selingman declared. "The trick is on him already. Maxendorf he shall see. I will arrange a meeting somewhere not at the hotel. Miss Julia, write down this address. This is where we all meet at nine. Half-past six now. I will take you round to your meeting, Maraton. Do you want any papers?"
All that I am praying is that your fellow passenger was a foreign lady a princess, if possible with wonderful eyes, fascinating manners, and of a generous disposition." "Then I am afraid you will be disappointed," Norgate continued drily. "The personage in question was a man whose name was Selingman.
A sudden exclamation broke from his lips. A pink flush, which neither the wine nor the food had produced, burned in his cheeks. He sat hunched up, leaning forward, his eyes devouring the paper. When he had finished, he still gripped it. "It is my pardon!" he cried. "I may go back home back to Bosnia!" "It is your free pardon," Selingman replied, "but it is granted to you upon conditions.
You have believed in yourselves and believed in yourselves, till you think that you are infallible. Before long will come the revolution. It will be a worse revolution than the French Revolution." Norgate smiled. "Too much common sense about us, I think, Mr. Selingman, for such happenings," he declared.
I only know that you have pointed towards the light, and for that I thank you. Good night, gentlemen!" He left them and walked out of the restaurant like a man in a dream. Selingman helped himself to a liqueur and passed the bottle to Norgate. "It is in strange places that one may start sometimes the driving wheels of Fate," he remarked.
"Not difficulties," Selingman continued quickly. "Or if indeed we do call them difficulties, let us say at once that they are very minor ones. Only the thing must be done neatly and without ostentation, for the sake of our friend who comes." "My own position," Mr. Draconmeyer intervened, "is, in a way, delicate.
The Embassy is scarcely ready for occupation." He ordered wine from the waiter and exchanged personal reminiscences with Selingman until it was brought. Selingman grunted with satisfaction. "Two bottles," he remarked. "Come, I like that. A less thoughtful man would have ordered one first and the other afterwards. The period of waiting for the second bottle would have destroyed the appetite.
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