seur, when Peter was reseated, “it is just as necessary for a gentleman to have a delicate palate for the tints of the vine as it is for him to have a delicate eye for the tints of the palette. Nature bestowed a taste both in art and wine on man, which he should strive to improve at every opportunity. It is a gift from God. Perhaps you would like another glass. No? Then accommodate me.”
He drained this one, with Peter standing, worked his withered lips back and forth to experience its full taste, then swallowed, and smacked.
“Now, Peter,” he said, “the reason I asked you to come to see me is that I need a man about this house. That will be one phase of your work. The more important part is that you shall serve as a sort of secretary. I have here a manuscript.” He patted the pile of papers. “My handwriting is rather difficult. I want you to copy this matter out and get it ready for the printer.”
Peter became more and more astonished.
“Are you offering me a permanent place, Captain Renfrew?” he asked.
The old man nodded.
“I need a man with a certain liberality of culture. I will no doubt have you run through books and periodicals and make note of any points germane to my thesis.”
Peter looked at the pile of script on the table.
“That is very flattering, Captain; but the fact is, I
