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It is German of which I am ignorant." The young lady, who immediately introduced herself as Mademoiselle Henriette, passed her arm through Selingman's. "We dine here all together, my friend, is it not so?" she begged. "He will not be in the way, and for myself, I am triste. You talk all the time to Mademoiselle l'Américaine, perhaps because she is the friend of some one in whom you are interested.
If I have met you on your own ground, well, I am proud of it. You are a German spy, Selingman." Selingman's hand fumbled in his pocket. Scarcely a soul was surprised when Norgate gripped him by the wrist, and they saw the little shining revolver fall down towards the fender. "You shall suffer for these words," Selingman thundered.
He does not even realise that I am a woman." "What do you expect?" Aaron asked harshly. "Why should a man, with great things in his brain, waste a moment in thinking of women?" Selingman's under-lip shot out, a queer little way he had of showing his contempt. "Little man," he told Aaron, "you are a fanatic. You do not understand. It is a quarter past nine and I am hungry. . . . Ah!"
Selingman's hearty tones. "You have done well for yourself and well for your firm, sir," he was saying. "There is no one in Germany or in the world who can produce crockery at the price we do. They will give you a confirmation of the order in the office. Ah! my young friend," he went on, turning to Norgate, "you have kept your word, then. You are not a customer, but you may walk in.
Keep your part of the bargain," he added, under his breath, "and the Wolves' fangs are already in this man's throat." He danced again. The two men watched him. Draconmeyer's face was as still and colourless as ever. In Selingman's there was a shade of something almost like repulsion. He poured himself out a glass of champagne. "Draconmeyer," he exclaimed, "you are a cold-blooded fish, indeed!
We see him only because of a contretemps. I think we must be very nice to him and persuade him to take us to London to-night." Selingman's shake of the head was final. "Dear young ladies," he said, "it was delightful to find you here. I came upon the chance, I admit, but who in Ostend would not be here between six and eight?
"He hoped you weren't just going to put down a concrete floor and then shut the place up." Mr. Selingman's amiable imperturbability was for once disturbed. "What did the fellow mean?" he enquired. "Haven't an idea," Norgate replied, "but he made me stand on a pile of bricks and look at a strip of land which some one else had bought upon a hill close by.
Selingman's personality was too unusual to escape attention, and as his identity became known, a good many passers-by looked at them curiously. Some one sent word to Mr. Foley of their presence, and very soon he came in and joined them. "Six years ago this month, Mr. Selingman," the Prime Minister reminded him, "we met at Madame Hermene's in Paris. You were often there in those days."
Selingman's hand came up for the tumbler and Norgate was conscious of a curious mixture of sensations which he had once experienced before in the dentist's chair. He could see Selingman distinctly, and he fancied that he was watching him closely, but the rest of the carriage had become chaos. The sound of the locomotive was beating hard upon the drums of his ears. His head fell back.
There are many beautiful theories in life which would be simply hateful failures if one tried to bring them into practice. Try to remember that experience goes for something. And now finished! Tell me about Sheffield? I read Selingman's marvellous article. One could almost see the whole scene there. How I should love to hear you speak! Not in Parliament I don't mean that.
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