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Luncheon was a successful meal, the mushrooms which he himself had picked in the mushroom house, his chosen strawberries, and another bottle of the Steinberg cabinet filled him with a certain aromatic spirituality, and a conviction that he would have a touch of eczema to-morrow. After lunch they sat under the oak tree drinking Turkish coffee.
But, with a half-hysteric courage, 'suppose you had suppose I had suppose anybody had what would he do? You, I, anybody? Mr. Steinberg sipped at his lemon squash he drank that inspiring liquid all the year round, and nothing else until cards for the day were over and puffed at his cigar, and looking young Barter full in the face, nodded and smiled with an odd mingling of meaning and humour.
Steinberg was the manager, Switzer left no doubt in Jane's mind, as there was none in his own, that the mine owed its present state of development to his driving energy and to his organising ability. Jane readily forgave him his evident pride in himself as he exclaimed, sweeping his hand toward the little village that lay along the coolee,
Then he cursed himself for having taken them, and cursed Steinberg for robbing him, and so moved off in a condition quite pitiable to one who could find the understanding and the heart to pity him. Steinberg stopped behind, and smoked smilingly. He was the successful scoundrel, and found the transaction as sweet as the young Barter found it bitter.
I inquired aghast at the first opportunity. "She isn't on earth. They don't like wasting this room on two, that's all. Bunny my Bunny here's to us both!" And we clinked glasses swimming with the liquid gold of Steinberg, 1868; but of the rare delights of that supper I can scarcely trust myself to write.
"Well, then, I haven't heard, for I haven't seen Captain Murray or the doctor. What news have you heard of Steinberg?" "He's getting better, and going home to Hanover as soon as he can bear to travel." "That's good news," cried Andrew. "I wish he'd take the King and his court with him."
Barter, recognising the fact that his own purpose was already exposed, made a desperate dash. 'About those notes old Bommaney was supposed to have run away with. I think I think, mind you, that if there was any way of using them, I could lay my hands upon them. 'I remember, said Steinberg, 'you said something of the kind last night. I shouldn't advise you to touch 'em. It's a dangerous game.
And, since it seemed humane and reasonable to choose, he chose Steinberg as his travelling companion. The officer set Steinberg's hat upon his head, and the quartet set out.
This obligation, rendered sacred by an association that extended back to the days of Steinberg and Bully Hayes, when in the Moroa and the Eugenie we had slept under the same mats and had played our part together in the stirring times of Stewart and the great Atuona Plantation this obligation, I say, I met easily enough so long as Rosalie was a child and safe in the convent at Savalalo.
And he went downstairs, through the swinging doors, to the back regions. There, in the wine-cellar, was a hock worth at least two pounds a bottle, a Steinberg Cabinet, better than any Johannisberg that ever went down throat; a wine of perfect bouquet, sweet as a nectarine nectar indeed! He got a bottle out, handling it like a baby, and holding it level to the light, to look.
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