"
"It would be a pretty good scheme," laughed Mr. Lawrence. "Make these
bilious critics prove their right to the title by doing the work. I
could really enjoy their agonies on occasion."
"But would you have no criticisms, then?" asked Mrs. Campbell. "Would
not that mean stagnation in effort? There must be something to spur
one on to better work, mustn't there?"
"I doubt if unintelligent criticism often does prove an incentive,"
said the Traveler. "'Let me be judged by my peers' is a universal
sentiment with the conscientious in any employment."
"Yes, Rachel," put in Mr. Lawrence, smiling at his sister, "if Captain
Hosmer should criticise the ship we would build we might endure it, but
if--well, Mr. Donelson, for instance, ventured to elevate his nose we
would naturally think he knew nothing about it, and would not even try
to please him."
"How _could_ he elevate his nose?" asked Mrs. Campbell innocently, in a
whisper that sent the Windemere girls off into giggles, for Mr.
Donelson's nose was not only long but slightly hooked, besides.
Evidently Mrs. Campbell had not quite forgiven the attache for his
desertion of the morning.
"But if I'm not mistaken we're all competent to judge of a good dinner,
if we couldn't cook one," laughed the young man in return, not having
caught her comment, and he pointed to Tegeloo who, smiling and
important, was bowing before Mrs. Windemere.
"Dinner is served to madam!" he announced with a flourish and an odd
accent, while, at the same instant, Captain Hosmer gallantly offered
his arm.
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