Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
"It would be that at any time, for you never should have received them.
There is in this country, though the constitution is the noblest in the
world--which generally means the least corrupt--very imperfect
communication between the working departments. Perhaps you will
encourage your men to search; while I am proving it needless. That would
be of a piece with your other arrangements. That is not your style of
business? Nay, but feeding is. I perceive that your men have walked far,
good sir. I entreat you to let them recruit their strength. Stepan,
bring two more chairs this way. Gentlemen, I hope that you can manage
roast-beef cold. If the date had been more definite, we could have shown
more hospitality."
"These things are beyond my understanding," said the officer, gazing at
his men, who stood strictly at attention, with eyes very right for the
great sirloin; "I have never been more astonished in my life. Will you
give me your word, sir, that no one shall leave the place? Then I see no
good reason against a little refreshment, while you are explaining this
strange state of things to me. Members of the Force, all fall to! Ha,
what perfect discipline!"
I scarcely know when I have been more pleased, in my little way of
regarding things, than I was at that moment to see everybody converted
from the track of war, as one might say, to the course, or (as might be
considered even better, when the fork takes its place as the knife's
better half) the chairs--the comfortable dining-chairs of peace. Gallant
as any known soldier on the globe, which can show more varieties of them
than of soil or climate, is the true British Peeler in quest of
promotion; and these were all picked men, as they soon began to prove;
and a warm sense of Providence arose within me, at the privilege of
seeing them pitch into the victuals, instead of storming Caucasus.
"I am not intelligent of British manners," quoth Sûr Imar to the chief
officer, "as if I had the honour, sir, of belonging to your island. But
so far as a foreigner may understand your race, I trust that they will
make progress now."
"Like a house on fire," replied the officer, with a bow, and perhaps
some inclination to do better with his lips, than discipline as yet
encouraged. "Sir, I understood that you were going to show me
something."
"Sir, in my native land we have a manner, suggested perhaps by the
rigour of the climate, of producing a savoury broil at short notice.
Measures to that effect were taken upon your first application at my
door; and if you will do me the honour of coming to my room, I would ask
for the advantage of your opinion on that subject. I trust that Mr.
George Cranleigh will join us."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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