But here he comes. If you
know him----"
The youthful Mr. Somers, looking a little pale and /distrait/,
strolled up apparently to speak to me; his hands were in his pockets
and an unlighted cigar was in his mouth. His eyes fell upon the
elderly gentleman, a sight that caused him to shape his lips as though
to whistle and drop the cigar.
"Hullo, father," he said in his pleasant voice. "I got your message
and have been looking for you, but never thought that I should find
you here. Orchids aren't much in your line, are they?"
"Didn't you, indeed!" replied his parent in a choked voice. "No, I
haven't much use for--this stinking rubbish," and he waved his
umbrella at the beautiful flowers. "But it seems that you have,
Stephen. This little gentlemen here tells me you have just bought a
very fine specimen."
"I must apologize," I broke in, addressing Mr. Somers. "I had not the
slightest idea that this--big gentleman," here the son smiled faintly,
"was your intimate relation."
"Oh! pray don't, Mr. Quatermain.
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