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Such were the main characteristics of Adrian, surnamed van Goorl; Adrian the superstitious but unspiritual dreamer, the vain Sybarite, the dull poet, the chopper of false logic, the weak and passionate self-seeker, whose best and deepest cravings, such as his love for his mother and another love that shall be told of, were really little more than a reflection of his own pride and lusts, or at least could be subordinated to their fulfilment.
P. Sybarite returned, putting down an empty glass. "That's a perfectly good wish plumb wasted," said Penfield, refilling both glasses, his features twisted in the wriest of grimaces. "Fact is I don't mind telling you your luck to-night has, I'm afraid, played the very devil with me. This house won't open up again until I raise another bank-roll." "My sympathy," said P. Sybarite, sipping.
France!" and, like a reaper cutting a field of corn, his sword flew round, and cut down its harvest of men; the delicate favorite the Sybarite seemed to have put on with his cuirass the strength of a Hercules; and the infantry, hearing his voice above all the noise, and seeing his sword flashing, took fresh courage, and, like the cavalry, made a new effort, and returned to the combat.
Here the Sybarite, who had been gradually becoming more and more impatient, could not keep silent any longer, and called out in the most woe begone tone: "Will you never begin your story, you malicious fellow? I cannot drink a single drop till you leave off talking about death.
I would make you a commander of a division of my army, and I shall follow every movement every operation, with lively interest." A ray of joy beamed upon the face of the prince; Frederick saw it with satisfaction, and his heart warmed toward his nephew. "He has at least courage," he said to himself; "he is no sybarite to quail before the rough life of war."
"Here!" a voice warned him roughly. "It ain't goin' to do you no good " Another interrupted with an accent of deep disgust, in patent recognition of his borrowed plumage: "Damned if it ain't a patrolman!" "Why the hell didn't you say so?" demanded the first as P. Sybarite fell back, free. "Didn't have time. Here gimme a leg over this fence, will you?" "What the devil !"
No use trying to follow you'd never catch up in a thousand years. Come back d'you hear? and give me my gun!" A trifle dashed, P. Sybarite raked the street with final reluctant glances; then in a spirit of witless and unquestioning docility returned.
She was fond of adorning her pretty, sturdy shoulders, as well as her fetching and shapely, if plump, ankles, with semi-transparent things and she was quite as fond of having them admired. P. Sybarite, approaching the gate, delicately averted his eyes.... At that moment, George was announcing in an undertone: "Here's the lollop now."
Transported by this proof of her graciousness, he gave the chauffeur the address: "Hotel Plaza." With the impudent imperturbability of his breed, the man nodded and grunted without looking round. From the body of the vehicle Marian extended a white-gloved hand. "Good-night, Mr. Sybarite. To-morrow at five."
"Infamous and bloodless official!" cried Harley L'Estrange; "so you could provide for a pimple-nosed lackey, for a wine-merchant who has been poisoning the king's subjects with white lead, or sloe-juice, for an idle sybarite, who would complain of a crumpled rose-leaf; and nothing, in all the vast patronage of England, for a broken-down soldier, whose dauntless breast was her rampart?"
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