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Presley
arrived
at
Quien
Sabe
nearly
half
an
hour
behind
the
appointed
time
;
but
,
as
he
had
expected
,
the
party
were
in
no
way
ready
to
start
.
The
carry
-
all
,
its
horses
covered
with
white
fly
-
nets
,
stood
under
a
tree
near
the
house
,
young
Vacca
dozing
on
the
seat
.
Hilma
and
Sidney
,
the
latter
exuberant
with
a
gayety
that
all
but
brought
the
tears
to
Presley
’
s
eyes
,
were
making
sandwiches
on
the
back
porch
.
Mrs
.
Dyke
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
,
and
Annixter
was
shaving
himself
in
his
bedroom
.
This
latter
put
a
half
-
lathered
face
out
of
the
window
as
Presley
cantered
through
the
gate
,
and
waved
his
razor
with
a
beckoning
motion
.
“
Come
on
in
,
Pres
,
”
he
cried
.
“
Nobody
’
s
ready
yet
.
You
’
re
hours
ahead
of
time
.
”
Presley
came
into
the
bedroom
,
his
huge
spur
clinking
on
the
straw
matting
.
Annixter
was
without
coat
,
vest
or
collar
,
his
blue
silk
suspenders
hung
in
loops
over
either
hip
,
his
hair
was
disordered
,
the
crown
lock
stiffer
than
ever
.
“
Glad
to
see
you
,
old
boy
,
”
he
announced
,
as
Presley
came
in
.
“
No
,
don
’
t
shake
hands
,
I
’
m
all
lather
.
Here
,
find
a
chair
,
will
you
?
I
won
’
t
be
long
.
”
“
I
thought
you
said
ten
o
’
clock
,
”
observed
Presley
,
sitting
down
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
.
“
Well
,
I
did
,
but
—
—
”
“
But
,
then
again
,
in
a
way
,
you
didn
’
t
,
hey
?
”
his
friend
interrupted
.
Annixter
grunted
good
-
humouredly
,
and
turned
to
strop
his
razor
.
Presley
looked
with
suspicious
disfavour
at
his
suspenders
.
“
Why
is
it
,
”
he
observed
,
“
that
as
soon
as
a
man
is
about
to
get
married
,
he
buys
himself
pale
blue
suspenders
,
silk
ones
?
Think
of
it
.
You
,
Buck
Annixter
,
with
sky
-
blue
,
silk
suspenders
.
