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Chapter 11
Monyghamanairatthesametimeprofessionalandfestive;whilehisgaitandtheunchangedcrabbedcharacterofhisfaceacquiredfromitastartlingforceofincongruity.
“Yes,”hewenton.“Weallhadourrewards—theengineer-in-chief,CaptainMitchell——”
“Wesawhim,”interruptedMrs.Gould,inhercharmingvoice.“ThepoordearmancameupfromthecountryonpurposetocallonusinourhotelinLondon.Hecomportedhimselfwithgreatdignity,butIfancyheregretsSulaco.Herambledfeeblyabout‘historicalevents’tillIfeltIcouldhaveacry.”
“H’m,”gruntedthedoctor;“gettingold,Isuppose.EvenNostromoisgettingolder—thoughheisnotchanged.And,speakingofthatfellow,Iwantedtotellyousomething——”
Forsometimethehousehadbeenfullofmurmurs,ofagitation.Suddenlythetwogardeners,busywithrosetreesatthesideofthegardenarch,fellupontheirkneeswithbowedheadsonthepassageofAntoniaAvellanos,whoappearedwalkingbesideheruncle.
InvestedwiththeredhatafterashortvisittoRome,wherehehadbeeninvitedbythePropaganda,FatherCorbelan,missionarytothewildIndians,conspirator,friendandpatronofHernandeztherobber,advancedwithbig,slowstrides,gauntandleaningforward,withhispowerfulhandsclaspedbehindhisback.ThefirstCardinal-ArchbishopofSulacohadpreservedhisfanaticalandmoroseair;theaspectofachaplainofbandits.
