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"
I
do
n't
think
I
am
called
upon
to
rise
,
"
he
murmured
to
Mrs.
Gould
.
"
That
sort
of
thing
speaks
for
itself
.
"
But
Don
Jose
Avellanos
came
to
the
rescue
with
a
short
oration
,
in
which
he
alluded
pointedly
to
England
's
goodwill
towards
Costaguana
--
"
a
goodwill
,
"
he
continued
,
significantly
,
"
of
which
I
,
having
been
in
my
time
accredited
to
the
Court
of
St.
James
,
am
able
to
speak
with
some
knowledge
.
"
Only
then
Sir
John
thought
fit
to
respond
,
which
he
did
gracefully
in
bad
French
,
punctuated
by
bursts
of
applause
and
the
"
Hear
!
Hears
!
"
of
Captain
Mitchell
,
who
was
able
to
understand
a
word
now
and
then
.
Directly
he
had
done
,
the
financier
of
railways
turned
to
Mrs.
Gould
--
"
You
were
good
enough
to
say
that
you
intended
to
ask
me
for
something
,
"
he
reminded
her
,
gallantly
.
"
What
is
it
?
Be
assured
that
any
request
from
you
would
be
considered
in
the
light
of
a
favour
to
myself
.
"
She
thanked
him
by
a
gracious
smile
.
Everybody
was
rising
from
the
table
.
"
Let
us
go
on
deck
,
"
she
proposed
,
"
where
I
'll
be
able
to
point
out
to
you
the
very
object
of
my
request
.
"
An
enormous
national
flag
of
Costaguana
,
diagonal
red
and
yellow
,
with
two
green
palm
trees
in
the
middle
,
floated
lazily
at
the
mainmast
head
of
the
Juno
.
A
multitude
of
fireworks
being
let
off
in
their
thousands
at
the
water
's
edge
in
honour
of
the
President
kept
up
a
mysterious
crepitating
noise
half
round
the
harbour
.
Now
and
then
a
lot
of
rockets
,
swishing
upwards
invisibly
,
detonated
overhead
with
only
a
puff
of
smoke
in
the
bright
sky
.
Crowds
of
people
could
be
seen
between
the
town
gate
and
the
harbour
,
under
the
bunches
of
multicoloured
flags
fluttering
on
tall
poles
.
Faint
bursts
of
military
music
would
be
heard
suddenly
,
and
the
remote
sound
of
shouting
.
A
knot
of
ragged
negroes
at
the
end
of
the
wharf
kept
on
loading
and
firing
a
small
iron
cannon
time
after
time
.
A
greyish
haze
of
dust
hung
thin
and
motionless
against
the
sun
.
Don
Vincente
Ribiera
made
a
few
steps
under
the
deck-awning
,
leaning
on
the
arm
of
Senor
Avellanos
;
a
wide
circle
was
formed
round
him
,
where
the
mirthless
smile
of
his
dark
lips
and
the
sightless
glitter
of
his
spectacles
could
be
seen
turning
amiably
from
side
to
side
.
The
informal
function
arranged
on
purpose
on
board
the
Juno
to
give
the
President-Dictator
an
opportunity
to
meet
intimately
some
of
his
most
notable
adherents
in
Sulaco
was
drawing
to
an
end
.
On
one
side
,
General
Montero
,
his
bald
head
covered
now
by
a
plumed
cocked
hat
,
remained
motionless
on
a
skylight
seat
,
a
pair
of
big
gauntleted
hands
folded
on
the
hilt
of
the
sabre
standing
upright
between
his
legs
.
The
white
plume
,
the
coppery
tint
of
his
broad
face
,
the
blue-black
of
the
moustaches
under
the
curved
beak
,
the
mass
of
gold
on
sleeves
and
breast
,
the
high
shining
boots
with
enormous
spurs
,
the
working
nostrils
,
the
imbecile
and
domineering
stare
of
the
glorious
victor
of
Rio
Seco
had
in
them
something
ominous
and
incredible
;
the
exaggeration
of
a
cruel
caricature
,
the
fatuity
of
solemn
masquerading
,
the
atrocious
grotesqueness
of
some
military
idol
of
Aztec
conception
and
European
bedecking
,
awaiting
the
homage
of
worshippers
.
Don
Jose
approached
diplomatically
this
weird
and
inscrutable
portent
,
and
Mrs.
Gould
turned
her
fascinated
eyes
away
at
last
.
Charles
,
coming
up
to
take
leave
of
Sir
John
,
heard
him
say
,
as
he
bent
over
his
wife
's
hand
,
"
Certainly
.
Of
course
,
my
dear
Mrs.
Gould
,
for
a
protege
of
yours
!
Not
the
slightest
difficulty
.
Consider
it
done
.
"
