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On being ordered to advance, they jumped down into a sunken road which constituted an admirable trench, and were at once surrounded by American soldiers. 'I was ordered to report to Major Van Derwater, said Durwent. They were asked various questions, and were then escorted a few yards to the right, where an officer was looking over the bank which hid the road.
Scattered in graceful disorder about the room were relics procured by an ancestor who had been to Japan; there was a Spanish bowl gathered by Lord Dudley Durwent; there was an Italian tapestry, an Indian tomahawk, a Chinese sword that had beheaded real Chinamen, all procured by Lord Dingwall Durwent in the eighteenth century.
'But, dad, said Elise Durwent, speaking for the first time, 'if, as Mr. Selwyn says, it is clear that a wrong is being committed, America will insist upon acting. 'Oh, I don't know, broke in the youth who was always lively at breakfast, but who was beginning to be bored; 'it's one thing to get waxy about your own corns, and quite another when they're on some other blighter's foot what?
The younger Durwent, who had been mastering the art of retaining his seat while his steed was in motion, was unprepared for its cessation, and promptly overbalanced over the horse's shoulder, reaching the road head first, and discharging a couple of pellets from the shotgun into a fleshy part of the butcher-boy's anatomy.
I'd give a lot for a shot of rum or brandy. 'We can have anything in my rooms, protested the American. 'You want to get your wet things off and, besides, it's a risk going in there. 'No risk no risk, said Durwent, laughing foolishly and rubbing his hands together. 'Where is this hole, Smyth? 'Gentlemen, said the artist, 'after the custom of these military days, I urge you "fall in."
Probably he can't either just now, seeing what Durwent did to him. Of course, it's a rotten thing to say, but if the blighter's really going to die, I hope he's one of the seventeen who stand between me and the Earldom of Forth. There was a knock at the door, and an inquiry regarding the newly discovered author. 'Coming, called Maynard, reaching for the Daily Mail.
Lady Durwent, do you mind if I go to my room for half-an-hour? There are one or two matters I must attend to. Half-way up the stairs he changed his mind, and went out on the lawn instead. Darkness was setting in with swiftly gathering shadows, and he found the cool evening air a slight solace to a brow that was weary with conflicting thoughts. America had not acted.
It is that little instant that is the torch to light a lover's worship or a poet's verses to send strange yearnings into a young man's breast and set an old man's memory philandering with the distant past. It was such a moment for Elise Durwent as she stood in the doorway, the overhanging arc touching her hair and shoulders with the high lights of some master's painting.
'I want to ask you, Durwent, said the American, 'more from the stand-point of a writer than anything else, if these men of yours who are going out to fight are actuated by a great sense of patriotism, or a feeling that the liberty of the world depends on them or well, in other words, I am trying to discover what it is that makes you men face death as if it were a game.
'Yes, sir, he answered. 'Where's the chaplain? 'He'll be back directly, sir. 'Food all right everything possible being done for you? 'I have no complaints, sir. In the light of the lamp held by the sergeant the two men looked at each other. Without saying anything more, the officer glanced about the hut. 'That will do, sergeant. Good-night. 'Good-night, sir, answered Durwent.
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