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Alone sat Sir Francis Trevellyan of Trevellyanshire, calm and impassive in his car, utterly regardless of our efforts. At seven o'clock thirty yards of the line had been repaired. The night was closing in. It was decided to wait until the morning. In half a day we could finish the work, and in the afternoon we could be off again. We were in great want of food and sleep.
He is Sir Francis Trevellyan of Trevellyan Hall, Trevellyanshire." "Well, Sir Francis Trevellyan has nothing but looks of contempt and shrugs of the shoulder for all we have done. His nation's jealousy is incarnate in him, and England will never be content that our railways should go from Europe to the Pacific Ocean, while the British railways end at the Indian Ocean."
"Do you think Major Noltitz would consent?" "A Russian is too gallant to refuse. I will ask him, if you like." "Thank you in advance. As to the second witness, I am rather in a difficulty. This Englishman, Sir Francis Trevellyan " "A shake of the head is all you will get from him." "Baron Weissschnitzerdörfer?"
The two Celestials? They have already left the railway station. Ah! Sir Francis Trevellyan. Why not? I am not a Russian, and it is the Russians he cannot stand. I am not the man who conquered Central Asia. I will try and open this closely shut gentleman. I approach him; I bow; I am about to speak. He gives me a slight inclination and turns on his heel and walks off! The animal!
No. 8, Sir Francis Trevellyan, and No. 12, Seigneur Faruskiar: I have never heard of the one who owes me an apology and a cigar, nor have I heard that the other has been hanged. Doubtless, the illustrious bandit, having sent in his resignation of the general managership of the Grand Transasiatic, continues his lucrative career in the depths of the Mongol provinces.
A waste of time for the sake of a mandarin and a dead mandarin! He had to walk about and bear it. As to Sir Francis Trevellyan, he merely shrugged his shoulders, as much as to say: "What management! What couplings! We should not get this sort of thing on an Anglo-Indian line!" Major Noltitz was as much struck as I was at the behavior of my lord Faruskiar.
There remains my No. 8, Sir Francis Trevellyan, the silent personage, who has not said a word all through the piece I mean all through the journey. I wanted to hear his voice, if it was only for one second. Eh! If I am not mistaken, here is the opportunity at last. There is the phlegmatic gentleman contemptuously looking up and down the cars.
The German baron, who is not the man to refuse a good dinner, is one of the guests. Sir Francis Trevellyan did not even make a sign in answer to the invitation that was tendered him.
The verification of the papers of young Pan Chao and Doctor Tio-King gave rise to no difficulty, and on leaving they exchanged "ten thousand good mornings" with the more amiable of the Chinese representatives. When it came to the turn of Major Noltitz, a slight incident occurred. Sir Francis Trevellyan, who came to the table at the same moment, did not seem inclined to give way.
Sir Francis Trevellyan takes a few puffs at his own cigar, and then nonchalantly throws mine on to the platform. And then without even a bow, he walks leisurely off out of the railway station. Did you say nothing? No, I remained astounded. He gave me neither a word nor a gesture.
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