Mr. Devlin, Mrs. Falchion, Justine Caron and myself walked
together.
Mrs. Falchion presently continued, talking, as it seemed to me, at the
back of Roscoe's head:
"I have known the Admiralty to force an officer to resign the navy
because he had married a native wife. But I never knew the Admiralty to
court-martial an officer because he did not marry a native wife whom he
OUGHT to have married: but, as I said, the ways of the Admiralty are past
admiration."
I could see Roscoe's hand clinch at his side, and presently he said over
his shoulder at her: "Your memory and your philosophy are as wonderful as
the Admiralty are inscrutable."
She laughed. "You have not lost your old gift of retort," she said. "You
are still amusing."
"Well, come," said Mr. Devlin cheerfully, "let's see if there isn't
something even more amusing than Mr. Roscoe in Viking. I will show you,
Mrs. Falchion, the biggest saw that ever ate the heart out of a Norfolk
pine."
At the mill Mrs. Falchion was interested. She asked questions concerning
the machinery which mightily pleased Mr. Devlin, they were so apt and
intelligent; and herself assisted in giving an immense log to the teeth
of the largest saw, which, with its six upright blades, ate, and was
never satisfied.
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