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At the same time he decided that he would go, irretrievably go. Even then the dragoman entered the room. " We will pack everything -upon the horse?" " Everything-yes." Peter Tounley came afterward. " You are not going to bolt ? " " Yes, I'm off," answered Coleman recovering him- self for Peter's benefit. " See you in Athens, probably." Presently the dragoman announced the readiness of the horses.
Everything was acutely, painfully vivid, bald, painted as glaringly as a grocer's new wagon. It fulfilled those traditions which the artists deplore when they use their pet phrase on a picture, "It hurts." The damnable power of accentuation of the European railway carriage seemed, to Coleman's amazed mind, to be redoubled and redoubled. It was Peter Tounley who seemed to be in the greatest agony.
" And did you see any actual fighting ? " asked the minister. " No. We only beard it-" Afterward, as they were trooping up to their rooms, Peter Tounley spoke musingly. " Well, it looks to me now as if Old Mother Wainwright was just a bad-minded old hen." " Oh, I don't know. How is one going to tell what the truth is ? "
A newspaper is, then, in the nature of a preservative, and Coleman longed for a newspaper. It was this abominable railway carriage which exacted the first display of agitation from Marjory. She flushed rosily, and her eyes wavered over the cornpartment. Nora Black laughed in a way that was a shock to the nerves. Coke seemed very angry, indeed, and Peter Tounley was in pitiful distress.
Well-damn them- let them know it. But you didn't tell them yourself ? " " I ! " quoth Peter wrathfully. " No! The minister told us." Then Coleman was again silent for a time and Peter Tounley sat on the. bed reflectively looking at the ceiling. " Funny thing, Marjory 'way over here in Greece, and then you happening over here the way you did." " It isn't funny at all." " Why isn't it ? "
In the corridor, one of the students said offensively to Peter Tounley : " Say, how in hell did you find out all this so early ? " Peter's reply was amiable in tone. " You are a damned bleating little kid and you made a holy show of yourself before Mr. Gordner. There's where you stand.
Whereupon the excellent Peter Tounley had hit the large man on the jaw in such a swift and skilful manner that the large man had gone spinning through a group of his countrymen to the hard earth, where he lay holding his face together and howling. Instantly, of course, there had been a riot.
He had a sudden return to the old sense of downfall, and with it came the original rebellious desires. However, he hoped that somebody would intrude upon him. It was Peter Tounley. The student flung open the door and then yelled to the distance : " Here's an empty one." He clattered into the compartment. " Hello, Coleman! Didn't know you were in here!
Wainwright, sullen and ominous, " time will tell! Time will tell!" When Coleman bad turned from the fleeing Peter Tounley again to Marjory, he found her making the preliminary movements of a flight. "What's the matter? " he demanded anxiously. " Oh, it's too dreadful" " Nonsense," lie retorted stoutly. " Only Peter Tounley! He don't count. What of that ? " Oh, dear!
During his absence the students arose and performed their frugal toilets. Considerable attention was paid to Coke by the others. " He made a monkey of you," said Peter Tounley with unction. " He twisted you until you looked like a wet, grey rag. You had better leave this wise guy alone."
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