Meredith Nicholson

The Port of Missing Men Meredith Nicholson

-the Englishman who is not an Englishman and therefore doubly incomprehensible.-The Naulahka. The girl with the white-plumed hat started and flushed slightly, and her brother glanced over his shoulder toward the restaurant door to see what had attracted her attention."'Tis he, the unknown, Dick.""I must say I like his persistence!" exclaimed the young fellow, turning again to the table. "In America I should call him out and punch his head, but over here-""Over here you have better manners," replied the girl, laughing. "But why trouble yourself? He doesn't even look at us. We are of no importance to him whatever. We probably speak a different language.""But he travels by the same trains; he stops at the same inns; he sits near us at the theater-he even affects the same pictures in the same galleries! It's growing a trifle monotonous; it's really insufferable. I think I shall have to try my stick on him.""You flatter yourself, Richard," mocked the girl. "He's fully your height and a trifle broader across the shoulders. The lines about his mouth are almost-yes, I should say, quite as firm as yours, though he is a younger man. His eyes are nice blue ones, and they are very steady.