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In the first case she resented, in the second she was not far from adoration of such a sign of serious strength. They never alluded directly to what had happened, but sometimes hinted at it. These hints were always hers, for Urquhart was a random talker, said what came into his head and had no eye for implications.
Urquhart, the translator of Rabelais, died, it is said, of laughter at the people's wild delight a truly Rabelaisian end. There was the king once more; and England, breaking through its long period of Puritanism, laughed and danced with more vivacity than ever the French had shown.
When the thing was done, and Peter rigid and swathed in bed, the doctor was recalled from the door by a faint voice saying, "Will you please not tell anyone it came out again?" "Why not?" The doctor was puzzled. "Don't know," said Peter, after finding that he couldn't think of a reason. But then he gave the true one. "Urquhart thought he'd got it in all right, that's all." "Oh."
They slept there, and were to rise at four for the snow-field. They were up and away before the light, taking only one guide with them, a sinewy, dark man with a clubbed beard on his chin. If they had had two it had been better, and Urquhart, who knew that, made a great fuss; but to no purpose. All the men were at the sæters, they were told; haymaking was in full swing out there.
He was, as usual, excessively urbane to Urquhart when they met, and himself opened the topic of the Norwegian jaunt. Urquhart took up the ball. "I think you might come. Your wife and boy will love it, and you'll kindle at their joy. 'They for life only, you for life in them, to flout the bard. Besides, you are not a fogey, if I'm not. I believe our ages tally.
Du Maurier, lost not one line of his faultless clothes, nor one syllable of his easy utterance, "like treacle off a spoon," said Urquhart; and then they tore back through the starry night to Onslow Square, leaving in their wake the wrecks and salvage of a hundred frail taxis; finally, from the doorstep waved the Destroyer, as the boys agreed she should be called, upon her ruthless course, listened to the short and fierce bursts of her wrath until she was lost in the great sea of sound; and then replete to speechlessness Lancelot looked up to his mother and squeezed her hand.
I'd back him at cat's-cradle, and I dare say he plays a very fair game at noughts-and-crosses. Besides, he'll do what he's told, and fetch things for you. You'll find him a handy and obliging chap to have about." "Sounds delightful," said Urquhart pleasantly. He turned to Lucy. "We'll give him Lingen, shall we?" She said, "By all means. It doesn't matter in the least to me."
But is it harder to get off than on?" "Of course it is, my dear chap," said Urquhart, quite in his old vein of good-tempered scorn. "We are going up on the north side, where the snow is as hard as a brick." "Ah," said James, "now I see. And we go down on the south, where it's as soft " "Where it may be as soft as a bran-mash. Or blown over into cornices." James saw, or said that he did.
Peter said, "How funny," meaning the combination of Urquhart and the motor-car and Tuscany and the grey dawn and Rodney and himself; Urquhart was smiling down at them, his face pale in the strange dawn-twilight. The scene was symbolical of their whole relations; it seemed as if Urquhart, lifted triumphantly above the road's dust, had always so smiled down on Peter, in his vagabond weakness.
And yet at the moment I could scarcely regret his death, for he went into action under a suspicion so dishonouring that, had it been proved, no amount of gallantry could have restored him to the respect of his fellows. So at least I believed, with three of his brother officers who shared the secret. Ronald Braintree Urquhart, then our senior ensign. Of these, Mr.
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