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Jones cocked an eye at him. "See here, you are not a knight-errant. The age of chivalry is over." The novelist paused and exclaimed: "What am I saying! The age of chivalry is not over. It can't be. Last night, Verelst dined with a monster!" Lennox pushed at the papers. "If I were alone concerned, I would thank Paliser. He has done me a good turn. He has set me straight."
He does not understand a war that is three thousand miles away. But in a year, every man in the country a country that has never been beaten! will be in it body and soul. Undividedly, shoulder to shoulder, we will be in it as we have never been in anything before." The novelist touched a bell. "Lennox, have a Bronx. Verelst, what will you take? I'll wager a pippin that war is declared to-morrow."
She was a pupil of her father, Hermann, and her uncle, Simon Verelst. She became famous for the excellent likenesses she made and for the artistic qualities of her small portraits. Like so many other artists, she was distinguished for accomplishments outside her art. She was a fine musician and a marvel in her aptitude in acquiring both ancient and modern languages.
Verelst, eyeing the usurping motors, added: "It is because of some girl I believe, or rather I don't believe it." Jones sat back. Instantly the motors were replaced by the picture of a girl whose face was noble and reserved. He had seen the face at the Bazaar. He had seen Lennox talking to it. Afterward Lennox had told him that the girl was Portuguese. The picture was attractive but unconvincing.
Lovingly her mother dismissed her. "The smelling-salts! You will find them somewhere." The lady looked about. "Shall we have coffee in the other room? You men can smoke there if you like, or here if you prefer." It was quite modern. But Verelst was old, therefore old-fashioned. He preferred the dining-room. Already the girls had followed Margaret. Mrs. Austen passed out. Verelst sat down.
Verelst, swallowing his disappointment, retorted: "Incoherence is easy too." "Well, you are right there," Jones, lighting another cigarette, replied. "But there is nothing incoherent in the fact that fear is magnetic. What we dread, we attract. If our winning young friend fears the pitcher, the pitcher will probably land on him.
Then, after a moment he said: "Last night I heard he was dying." "Which," Jones remarked, "is the aim, the object and the purpose of life. But apparently he has not achieved it yet. Apparently also you are a futurist. The Napoleonic score did not interest you." Verelst, resuming his glasses, replied: "It would not interest Lennox, if that is what you mean. He has been hit too hard." Jones nodded.
Now do sit down and make yourself uncomfortable. You have made me uncomfortable enough. Any one might think you a country parson." But Verelst, scowling at the dial which the legs of the nymph upheld, removed his glasses. "I am going." He moved to the door, stopped, half turned, motioned again. "Tell Margaret I would rather see her in her coffin." Angrily she started.
She raised her eyes to him, made them pathetic. "Peter, I haven't a penny." "You have twenty thousand a year." "Nineteen, not a dollar more, and that is genteel poverty and there's nothing genteel in poverty now." Verelst tugged at his moustache. "Tell me this. Is she to marry him?" In affected surprise, she started. "How you do jump at conclusions." Angrily he nodded.
One of them repeated his words in Latin, when she again replied in the same language. The strangers then asked her if she would give them her name. This she did and further told them that she lived with her uncle, Simon Verelst.
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