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Of course, that was the explanation. This was number seven's berth, that was his soft hat, this his umbrella, his coat, his bag. My rage turned to irritation at myself. The porter went to the next berth and I could hear his softly insinuating voice. "Time to get up, sir. Are you awake? Time to get up." There was no response from number nine.
'We've got to be up in good time in the morning, he said, in the benevolent official manner. They all laughed. 'Nay, said Muriel. 'Don't leave us all lonely, John Thomas. Take one! 'I'll take the lot, if you like, he responded gallantly. 'That you won't either, said Muriel, 'Two's company; seven's too much of a good thing. 'Nay take one, said Laura.
Here was the hostess, carrying a huge iced cake, and taking account of the seven's behaviour; the seven themselves, eager, though somewhat repressed, and doing full justice to their portions; their father, thankful, as he passed the coffee, that so much good had come out of some misfortune; Frank Jamieson, mother and sister on either arm; Marylyn Lancaster, looking dimpled consciousness; close upon her every move, a certain young lieutenant, who cast longing glances toward the half-lighted gallery; the surgeon, ungratefully relegated to a corner, but solacing himself in his cup; David Bond, his wrinkled old face a benediction; and, lastly, Dallas and John.
As before, the Squire beat him; and having booked his winnings, rose from table as well as he might and besought to lead him downstairs; which Mr. Brock did. Liquor had evidently stupefied the Count: he sat with his head between his hands, muttering wildly about ill-luck, seven's the main, bad punch, and so on.
"Three times seven's twenty-one, ain't it?" Mr. Fleming said this, and let out his elbow in a small perplexity, as Anthony took him up: "And fifty-two times twenty-one?" "Well, that's, that's how much is that, Mas' Gammon?" the farmer asked in a bellow. Master Gammon was laboriously and steadily engaged in tightening himself with dumpling.
She says the man she saw night before last was right here, just a few yards from this Number Seven sleeping porch; and, it seemed to her, he made straight for the board fence. We'll follow in his footsteps. That will take up to the fence in the middle of the rear line of Number Seven's lot." He was following this route as he talked, Bristow limping a few yards behind him.
I thought the company had had about enough of this disquisition. They listened very decorously, and the Professor, who agrees very well with me, as I happen to know, in my views on this business of realism, thanked me for giving them the benefit of my opinion. The silence that followed was broken by Number Seven's suddenly exclaiming, "I should like to boss creation for a week!"
Sunderline laughed. "Well, I must go," he said; "though you do look so bright and cosy here. Half past seven's the last train, and there's a little job at home I promised mother I'd do to-night. I've been so busy lately that I haven't had any hammer and nails of my own. Ray!" He had come round behind her chair, where she had seated herself at her sewing.
After the teacups were all emptied, the card containing Number Seven's abridged history of two worlds, this and the next, was handed round. This was all it held: After all had looked at it, it was passed back to me. "Let The Dictator interpret it," they all said. This is what I announced as my interpretation: Two worlds, the higher and the lower, separated by the thinnest of partitions.
There is a whisky-shop in the next street; bring them there when you go to drink, and call for me by the name of Dermot. 'I recollect your honour at SPAR, says the fellow, grinning: 'seven's the main, hey? and being exceedingly proud of this reminiscence, I bade my inferior adieu.
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