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"Can any one explain the German democracy?" Lord Shervinton enquired. "The ubiquitous Fiske was trying to last week in one of the Reviews," Mr. Stenson replied. "His argument was that Germany alone, of all the nations in the world, possessed an extra quality or an extra sense I forget which he called it the sense of discipline. It's born in their blood.
I dunno whether the yarn's true or no, but the skipper believed it, for the upshot of it was that Cap'n Stenson who, I might say, was the owner of the Yorkshire Lass hustled around and got a general cargo for Cape Town, after dischargin' which we took in ballast and sailed in search of this here treasure.
It will be wholesome for her to regard her outings with me as rare occurrences to be highly valued. Ordinarily she will go out with Antoinette for the present at least as she did yesterday. At three o'clock Stenson informed me that the cab was at the door. "Go up and call Mademoiselle," said I. In two or three minutes she came down. I have not had such a shock in my life.
The Bishop and Catherine, a few weeks later, walked side by side up the murky length of St. Pancras platform. The train which they had come to meet was a quarter of an hour late, and they had fallen into a sort of reminiscent conversation which was not without interest to both of them. "I left Mr. Stenson only an hour ago," the Bishop observed.
"Well, consider it the Golden Gate terminus of the 'Earth, Hades and Olympus Railway' if you like. I'm off on a branch line to meet a beauteous duchessa at Ealing oh, an authentic one, I assure you." "Why should I doubt it?" said I. Stenson, whom I had brought to look after Carlotta's luggage, came up and touched his hat. "Train just signalled, sir."
My admirable man Stenson opened the door and admitted us without moving a muscle. He would betray no incorrect astonishment if I brought home a hippogriff to dinner. I have an admiration for the trained serving-man's imperturbability. It is the guardian angel of his self-respect. I ordered him to send Antoinette to me in the drawing-room.
Her husband, even were he not amid the midnight stress of his newspaper office, I should shrink from seeking. He is a Niagara of a man. Judith I can go to her no more. And though Antoinette has wept her heart out all day long, poor soul, and Stenson has conveyed by his manner his respectful sympathy, I cannot take counsel of my own servants.
He was only a little chap, fair-haired and blue-eyed, and his eyelids were red, as though he had recently been crying; but there were honesty, straightforwardness, and fearlessness in the way in which he looked me straight in the eye, and an evident eagerness in his manner that greatly pleased me. "This," said Enderby, by way of introduction, "is Billy Stenson, the skipper's son.
There was the sound of the lifting of the outer latch, a knock at the door. The incoming visitors stood upon no ceremony. Mr. Stenson and Catherine showed themselves upon the threshold. Mr. Stenson waved aside all ceremony and at once checked Furley's attempt to rise to his feet. "Pray don't get up, Furley," he begged, shaking hands with him. "I hope you'll forgive such an informal visit.
Stenson confessed, "but there are some further rumours to which I cannot allude, concerning Julian. Orden, which are, to say the least of it, surprising." The two men came to a standstill once more. Stenson laid his hand upon his companion's shoulder. "Come," he went on, "I know what is the matter with you, my friend. Your heart is too big.
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