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Shelton felt that he was referring to the leaf in his mental pocket-book covered with the anecdotes, figures, and facts about that lady. "The old ogre means," thought he, "that I'm lucky because his leaf is blank about Antonia." But the old baronet had turned, with his smile, and his sardonic, well-bred air, to listen to a bit of scandal on the other side.
"According to you, then," said Shelton and the conversation seemed to him of a sudden to have taken too personal a turn "rebellion of any sort is fatal." "Ah!" replied the little man, with the eagerness of one whose ideal it is to sit under the awning of a cafe, and talk life upside down, "you pose me a great problem there!
Shelton remained inactive in the Balla Hissar until Campbell was reported beaten and retreating, when he took some feeble measures to cover the retreat of the fugitives, who, however, abandoned their guns outside the fortress.
He took a despairing look into the billiard-room. Antonia was not there. Instead, a tall and fat-cheeked gentleman with a neat moustache, called Mabbey, was practising the spot-stroke. He paused as Shelton entered, and, pouting like a baby, asked in a sleepy voice, "Play me a hundred up?" Shelton shook his head, stammered out his sorrow, and was about to go.
Shelton thought a moment, then, squeezing his body with his folded arms, replied: "The past has made us what we are, of course, and cannot be destroyed; but how about the future? It 's surely time to let in air. Cathedrals are very fine, and everybody likes the smell of incense; but when they 've been for centuries without ventilation you know what the atmosphere gets like." The soldier smiled.
"Hum!" muttered Crocker, twisting at the button; "those fellows who seemed the best sorts up here have turned out the best sorts afterwards." "I hope not," said Shelton gloomily; "I was a snob when I was up here. I believed all I was told, anything that made things pleasant; my 'set' were nothing but " Crocker smiled in the darkness; he had been too "cranky" to belong to Shelton's "set."
"Don't you know me, sir?" "God bless me! Crocker, isn't it? I didn't recognise you with a beard." Crocker, who had not been shaved since starting on his travels, chuckled feebly. "You remember Shelton, sir?" he said. "Shelton? Oh yes! How do you do, Shelton?
Society, has an excellent eye for the helpless it never treads on people unless they 're really down." He looked at Shelton. "You 've made me what I am, amongst you," he seemed to say; "now put up with me!" "But there are always the workhouses," Shelton remarked at last.
"Why! it's the Bird!" exclaimed the traveller; putting out his hand. "Have n't seen you since we both went down." Shelton returned his handgrip. Crocker had lived above his head at college, and often kept him, sleepless half the night by playing on the hautboy. "Where have you sprung from?" "India. Got my long leave. I say, are you going this way? Let's go together."
What does he do to them?" "Bibles or guns. Don't ask me! An adventurer." "Looks a bit of a bounder," said the racing man. Shelton gazed at the twitching eyebrows of old Stroud; he saw at once how it must annoy a man who had a billet in the "Woods and Forests," and plenty of time for "bridge" and gossip at his club, to see these people with untidy lives.
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