say.â
âYouâre right,â Brett said. âYouâre terribly right. I always joke people and I havenât a friend in the world. Except Jake here.â
âYou donât joke him.â
âThatâs it.â
âDo you, now?â asked the count. âDo you joke him?â
Brett looked at me and wrinkled up the corners of her eyes.
âNo,â she said. âI wouldnât joke him.â
âSee,â said the count. âYou donât joke him.â
âThis is a hell of a dull talk,â Brett said. âHow about some of that champagne?â
The count reached down and twirled the bottles in the shiny bucket. âIt isnât cold, yet. Youâre always drinking, my dear. Why donât you just talk?â
âIâve talked too ruddy much. Iâve talked myself all out to Jake.â
âI should like to hear you really talk, my dear. When you talk to me you never finish your sentences at all.â
âLeave âem for you to finish. Let anyone finish them as they like.â
âIt is a very interesting system,â the count reached down and gave the bottles a twirl. âStill I would like to hear you talk some time.â
âIsnât he a fool?â Brett asked.
âNow,â the count brought up a bottle. âI think this is cool.â
I brought a towel and he wiped the bottle dry and held it up. âI like to drink champagne from magnums. The wine is better but it would have been too hard to cool.â He held the bottle, looking at it. I put out the glasses.
âI say. You might open it,â Brett suggested. ââYes, my dear. Now Iâll open it.â
It was amazing champagne.
âI say that is wine,â Brett held up her glass. âWe ought to toast something. âHereâs to royalty.âââ
âThis wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You donât want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.â
Brettâs glass was empty.
âYou ought to write a book on wines, count,â I said.
âMr. Barnes,â answered the count, âall I want out of wines is to enjoy them.â
âLetâs enjoy a little more of this,â Brett pushed her glass forward. The count poured very carefully. âThere, my dear. Now you enjoy that slowly, and then you can get drunk.â
âDrunk? Drunk?â
âMy dear, you are charming when you are drunk.â
âListen to the man.â
âMr. Barnes,â the count poured my glass full. âShe is the only lady I have ever known who was as charming when she was drunk as when she was sober.â
âYou havenât been around much, have you?â
âYes, my dear. I have been around very much. I have been around a very great deal.â
âDrink your wine,â said Brett. âWeâve all been around. I dare say Jake here has seen as much as you have.â
âMy dear, I am sure Mr. Barnes has seen a lot. Donât think I donât think so, sir. I have seen a lot, too.â
âOf course you have, my dear,â Brett said. âI was only ragging.â
âI have been in seven wars and four revolutions,â the count said.
âSoldiering?â Brett asked.
âSometimes, my dear. And I have got arrow wounds. Have you ever seen arrow wounds?â
âLetâs have a look at them.â
The count stood up, unbuttoned his vest, and opened his shirt. He pulled up the undershirt onto his chest and stood, his chest black, and big stomach muscles bulging under the light.
âYou see them?â
Below the line where his ribs stopped were two raised white welts. âSee on the back where they come out.â Above the small of the back were the same two scars, raised as thick as a finger.
âI say. Those are something.â
âClean through.â
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