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Mrs.
Gould
,
listening
to
the
mellow
,
slightly
mournful
voice
,
looking
at
this
rotund
,
dark
,
spectacled
face
,
at
the
short
body
,
obese
to
the
point
of
infirmity
,
thought
that
this
man
of
delicate
and
melancholy
mind
,
physically
almost
a
cripple
,
coming
out
of
his
retirement
into
a
dangerous
strife
at
the
call
of
his
fellows
,
had
the
right
to
speak
with
the
authority
of
his
self-sacrifice
.
And
yet
she
was
made
uneasy
.
He
was
more
pathetic
than
promising
,
this
first
civilian
Chief
of
the
State
Costaguana
had
ever
known
,
pronouncing
,
glass
in
hand
,
his
simple
watchwords
of
honesty
,
peace
,
respect
for
law
,
political
good
faith
abroad
and
at
home
--
the
safeguards
of
national
honour
.
He
sat
down
.
During
the
respectful
,
appreciative
buzz
of
voices
that
followed
the
speech
,
General
Montero
raised
a
pair
of
heavy
,
drooping
eyelids
and
rolled
his
eyes
with
a
sort
of
uneasy
dullness
from
face
to
face
.
The
military
backwoods
hero
of
the
party
,
though
secretly
impressed
by
the
sudden
novelties
and
splendours
of
his
position
(
he
had
never
been
on
board
a
ship
before
,
and
had
hardly
ever
seen
the
sea
except
from
a
distance
)
,
understood
by
a
sort
of
instinct
the
advantage
his
surly
,
unpolished
attitude
of
a
savage
fighter
gave
him
amongst
all
these
refined
Blanco
aristocrats
.
But
why
was
it
that
nobody
was
looking
at
him
?
he
wondered
to
himself
angrily
.
He
was
able
to
spell
out
the
print
of
newspapers
,
and
knew
that
he
had
performed
the
"
greatest
military
exploit
of
modern
times
.
"
"
My
husband
wanted
the
railway
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
said
to
Sir
John
in
the
general
murmur
of
resumed
conversations
.
"
All
this
brings
nearer
the
sort
of
future
we
desire
for
the
country
,
which
has
waited
for
it
in
sorrow
long
enough
,
God
knows
.
But
I
will
confess
that
the
other
day
,
during
my
afternoon
drive
when
I
suddenly
saw
an
Indian
boy
ride
out
of
a
wood
with
the
red
flag
of
a
surveying
party
in
his
hand
,
I
felt
something
of
a
shock
.
The
future
means
change
--
an
utter
change
.
And
yet
even
here
there
are
simple
and
picturesque
things
that
one
would
like
to
preserve
.
"
Sir
John
listened
,
smiling
.
But
it
was
his
turn
now
to
hush
Mrs.
Gould
.
"
General
Montero
is
going
to
speak
,
"
he
whispered
,
and
almost
immediately
added
,
in
comic
alarm
,
"
Heavens
!
he
's
going
to
propose
my
own
health
,
I
believe
.
"
General
Montero
had
risen
with
a
jingle
of
steel
scabbard
and
a
ripple
of
glitter
on
his
gold-embroidered
breast
;
a
heavy
sword-hilt
appeared
at
his
side
above
the
edge
of
the
table
.
In
this
gorgeous
uniform
,
with
his
bull
neck
,
his
hooked
nose
flattened
on
the
tip
upon
a
blue-black
,
dyed
moustache
,
he
looked
like
a
disguised
and
sinister
vaquero
.
The
drone
of
his
voice
had
a
strangely
rasping
,
soulless
ring
.
He
floundered
,
lowering
,
through
a
few
vague
sentences
;
then
suddenly
raising
his
big
head
and
his
voice
together
,
burst
out
harshly
--
"
The
honour
of
the
country
is
in
the
hands
of
the
army
.
I
assure
you
I
shall
be
faithful
to
it
.
"
He
hesitated
till
his
roaming
eyes
met
Sir
John
's
face
upon
which
he
fixed
a
lurid
,
sleepy
glance
;
and
the
figure
of
the
lately
negotiated
loan
came
into
his
mind
.
He
lifted
his
glass
.
"
I
drink
to
the
health
of
the
man
who
brings
us
a
million
and
a
half
of
pounds
.
"
He
tossed
off
his
champagne
,
and
sat
down
heavily
with
a
half-surprised
,
half-bullying
look
all
round
the
faces
in
the
profound
,
as
if
appalled
,
silence
which
succeeded
the
felicitous
toast
.
Sir
John
did
not
move
.
