Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction, English; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Not feeling equal to the invention of any convincing explanation of
these phenomena, I upset the marmalade pot on to the table in such a
way that some of it fell upon her dress, and then covered my retreat
with profuse apologies. Understanding my dilemma, for he had heard
something of this talk, Lord Ragnall came to my aid with a startling
statement of which I forget the purport, and thus that crisis passed.
Shortly after breakfast Scroope announced to Miss Manners that her
carriage was waiting, and we departed. Before I went, as it chanced, I
had a few private words with my host, with Miss Holmes, and with the
magnificent Mr. Savage. To the last, by the way, I offered a tip which
he refused, saying that after all we had gone through together he could
not allow “money to come between us,” by which he meant, to pass from
my pocket to his. Lord Ragnall asked me for both my English and my
African addresses, which he noted in his pocket-book. Then he said,
“Really, Quatermain, I feel as though I had known you for years instead
of three days; if you will allow me I will add that I should like to
know a great deal more of you.” (He was destined to do so, poor fellow,
though neither of us knew it at the time.) “If ever you come to England
again I hope you will make this house your headquarters.”
“And if ever you come to South Africa, Lord Ragnall, I hope you will
make my four-roomed shanty on the Berea at Durban your headquarters.
You will get a hearty welcome there and something to eat, but little
more.”
“There is nothing I should like better, Quatermain. Circumstances have
put me in a certain position in this country, still to tell you the
truth there is a great deal about the life of which I grow very tired.
But you see I am going to be married, and that I fear means an end of
travelling, since naturally my wife will wish to take her place in
society and the rest.”
“Of course,” I replied, “for it is not every young lady who has the
luck to become an English peeress with all the etceteras, is it? Still
I am not so sure but that Miss Holmes will take to travelling some day,
although I _am_ sure that she would do better to stay at home.”
He looked at me curiously, then asked,
“You don’t think there is anything really serious in all this business,
do you?”
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