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Young
Scarfe
stared
,
astounded
.
"
You
have
n't
met
before
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
intervened
.
"
Mr.
Decoud
--
Mr.
Scarfe
.
"
"
Ah
!
But
we
are
not
going
to
Pharsalia
,
"
protested
Don
Jose
,
with
nervous
haste
,
also
in
English
.
"
You
should
not
jest
like
this
,
Martin
.
"
Antonia
's
breast
rose
and
fell
with
a
deeper
breath
.
The
young
engineer
was
utterly
in
the
dark
.
"
Great
what
?
"
he
muttered
,
vaguely
.
"
Luckily
,
Montero
is
not
a
Caesar
,
"
Decoud
continued
.
"
Not
the
two
Monteros
put
together
would
make
a
decent
parody
of
a
Caesar
.
"
He
crossed
his
arms
on
his
breast
,
looking
at
Senor
Avellanos
,
who
had
returned
to
his
immobility
.
"
It
is
only
you
,
Don
Jose
,
who
are
a
genuine
old
Roman
--
vir
Romanus
--
eloquent
and
inflexible
.
"
Since
he
had
heard
the
name
of
Montero
pronounced
,
young
Scarfe
had
been
eager
to
express
his
simple
feelings
.
In
a
loud
and
youthful
tone
he
hoped
that
this
Montero
was
going
to
be
licked
once
for
all
and
done
with
.
There
was
no
saying
what
would
happen
to
the
railway
if
the
revolution
got
the
upper
hand
.
Perhaps
it
would
have
to
be
abandoned
.
It
would
not
be
the
first
railway
gone
to
pot
in
Costaguana
.
"
You
know
,
it
's
one
of
their
so-called
national
things
,
"
he
ran
on
,
wrinkling
up
his
nose
as
if
the
word
had
a
suspicious
flavour
to
his
profound
experience
of
South
American
affairs
.
And
,
of
course
,
he
chatted
with
animation
,
it
had
been
such
an
immense
piece
of
luck
for
him
at
his
age
to
get
appointed
on
the
staff
"
of
a
big
thing
like
that
--
do
n't
you
know
.
"
It
would
give
him
the
pull
over
a
lot
of
chaps
all
through
life
,
he
asserted
.
"
Therefore
--
down
with
Montero
!
Mrs.
Gould
.
"
His
artless
grin
disappeared
slowly
before
the
unanimous
gravity
of
the
faces
turned
upon
him
from
the
carriage
;
only
that
"
old
chap
,
"
Don
Jose
,
presenting
a
motionless
,
waxy
profile
,
stared
straight
on
as
if
deaf
.
Scarfe
did
not
know
the
Avellanos
very
well
.
They
did
not
give
balls
,
and
Antonia
never
appeared
at
a
ground-floor
window
,
as
some
other
young
ladies
used
to
do
attended
by
elder
women
,
to
chat
with
the
caballeros
on
horseback
in
the
Calle
.
The
stares
of
these
creoles
did
not
matter
much
;
but
what
on
earth
had
come
to
Mrs.
Gould
?
She
said
,
"
Go
on
,
Ignacio
,
"
and
gave
him
a
slow
inclination
of
the
head
.
He
heard
a
short
laugh
from
that
round-faced
,
Frenchified
fellow
.
He
coloured
up
to
the
eyes
,
and
stared
at
Giorgio
Viola
,
who
had
fallen
back
with
the
children
,
hat
in
hand
.
"
I
shall
want
a
horse
presently
,
"
he
said
with
some
asperity
to
the
old
man
.
"
Si
,
senor
.
There
are
plenty
of
horses
,
"
murmured
the
Garibaldino
,
smoothing
absently
,
with
his
brown
hands
,
the
two
heads
,
one
dark
with
bronze
glints
,
the
other
fair
with
a
coppery
ripple
,
of
the
two
girls
by
his
side
.
The
returning
stream
of
sightseers
raised
a
great
dust
on
the
road
.
Horsemen
noticed
the
group
.
"
Go
to
your
mother
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
are
growing
up
as
I
am
growing
older
,
and
there
is
nobody
--
"
He
looked
at
the
young
engineer
and
stopped
,
as
if
awakened
from
a
dream
;
then
,
folding
his
arms
on
his
breast
,
took
up
his
usual
position
,
leaning
back
in
the
doorway
with
an
upward
glance
fastened
on
the
white
shoulder
of
Higuerota
far
away
.
