d of the dinner they took their
yellow clothes and black faces out of the room, leaving only the black
clothes and yellow face of the butler.
"I'm rather sorry you take this so lightly," said Fanshaw to the host;
"for the truth is, I've brought these friends of mine with the idea of
their helping you, as they know a good deal of these things. Don't you
really believe in the family story at all?"
"I don't believe in anything," answered Pendragon very briskly, with a
bright eye cocked at a red tropical bird. "I'm a man of science."
Rather to Flambeau's surprise, his clerical friend, who seemed to have
entirely woken up, took up the digression and talked natural history
with his host with a flow of words and much unexpected information,
until the dessert and decanters were set down and the last of the
servants vanished. Then he said, without altering his tone.
"Please don't think me impertinent, Admiral Pendragon. I don't ask for
curiosity, but really for my guidance and your convenience. Have I made
a bad shot if I guess you don't want these old things talked of before
your butler?"
The Admiral lifted the hairless arches over his eyes and exclaimed:
"Well, I don't know where you got it, but the truth is I can't stand the
fellow, though I've no excuse for discharging a family servant. Fanshaw,
with his fairy tales, would say my blood moved against men with that
black, Spanish-looking hair."
Flambeau struck the table with his heavy fist. "By Jove!" he cried; "and
so had that girl!"
"I hope it'll all end tonight," continued the Admiral, "when my
nephew comes back safe from his ship. You looked surprised. You won't
understand, I suppose, unless I tell you the story. You see, my father
had two sons; I remained a bachelor, but my elder brother married, and
had a son who became a sailor like all the rest of us, and will inherit
the proper estate. Well, my father was a strange man; he somehow
combined Fanshaw's superstition with a good deal of my scepticism--they
were always fighting in him; and after my first voyages, he developed a
notion which he thought somehow would settle finally whether the curse
was truth or trash. If all the Pendragons sailed about anyhow, he
thought there would be too much chance of natural catastrophes to
prove anything. But if we went to sea one at a time in strict order
of succession to the property, he thought it might show whether any
connected fate followed the family as a family. I
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