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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE
 
 POMP AND 
 CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 BY 
 
 DOROTHEA GERARD 
 
 (Madame Longard de Longgarde) 
 AUTHO* or "THE THREE ESSENTIALS," "THE COMPROMISE," rrc. 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 B. W. DODGE & COMPANY 
 
 1908
 
 Copyright, 1908, by 
 
 B. W. DODGE & COMPANY 
 
 NEW YORK
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 PART I 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 I. IN THE BALL-ROOM i 
 
 II. DURING THE BALL 14 
 
 III. AFTER THE BALL 24 
 
 PART II 
 
 I. UPON THE SHELF 42 
 
 II. ANTIGONE 59 
 
 III. THE PUPIL 78 
 
 IV. MR. HEKETES 90 
 
 V. "CLEAN WINE" 108 
 
 VI. THE "MURRICLE" 127 
 
 VII. THE" OUTING" 141 
 
 VIII. BOB KENDALL 162 
 
 v 
 
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 vi CONTENTS 
 
 PART III 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 I. "CERBERUS" GOES A-WOOING 183 
 
 II. THE "SHOW" 199 
 
 III. IN THE HEART OF THE FOG 214 
 
 IV. THE SURRENDER 235 
 
 V. THE "BOUDOIR HERALD" 249 
 
 VI. "!GEN OR NEM?" 261 
 
 VII. THE VERDICT 275 
 
 VIII. THE SUMMONS 286 
 
 IX. Two SPHINXES 300 
 
 X. THE APPEAL 315 
 
 XL THE PROMISE 330 
 
 XII. "IGEN" 342 
 
 EPILOGUE 358
 
 Pomp and Circumstance 
 
 PART I 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 IN THE BALL-ROOM 
 
 "FRAU HARDING does this sort of thing very 
 well, don't you think?" 
 
 "Mrs. Harding, you should say, if you care 
 about staying in her good graces. She considers 
 that the English flavour gives a prestige, you 
 know." 
 
 "Ah, to be sure ! Well, Frau or Mrs., she un- 
 derstands a hostess's business. Floor, food, flow- 
 ers, and fiddles about as good as I have seen them 
 anywhere this Carnival. The 'Anglo-Saxon' must 
 be doing famous business." 
 
 "It would need to," came the retort, together 
 with the dry chuckle of the critic "always 
 granted that to-night's bills are cashed. I put 
 down the evening" and through her gold-rimmed 
 lorgnon the speaker swept the eye of a connoisseur
 
 round the room "I put down the evening at not 
 a kreutzer under a thousand florins." 
 
 "H m !" 
 
 The second speaker in the dialogue collapsed 
 into a pause, presumably filled with arithmetical 
 calculations. 
 
 The scene upon which the two stout, middle- 
 aged, much frizzled and much bejewelled matrons 
 gazed was, nevertheless, worthy of other mental 
 operations than addition and multiplication. For 
 Vienna is the city not only of fair faces, lithe 
 figures and a feminine taste in dress which has 
 awakened Paris herself to the need of looking to 
 her laurels it is, above all, the city of perfect 
 dancers a fact which goes far towards reconcil- 
 ing the mere looker-on to his or her fate. The 
 pulse of even the sleepiest of chaperons could not 
 fail to be at moments stirred by this whirl of 
 young forms, so erect, so elastic, so refreshingly 
 unconscious; for that standing dilemma of the 
 average British cub where and how to bestow 
 his arms and legs with the minimum of personal 
 embarrassment is non-existent for his Austrian 
 prototype. Add to this that he is, musical to his 
 finger-tips. The strains of the* Strauss waltz, 
 floating through a screen of hothouse flowers, were 
 acting as directly upon the nerves of these young 
 men and women as did the scent of the flowers 
 themselves. The result, besides the harmony of 
 movement, lay in many a blissful smile, in many
 
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 a frankly enchanted gaze; for the Austrian, even 
 with money in his pocket, has not yet learnt to be 
 ashamed of enjoying himself. 
 
 That most of those present had money in their 
 pockets was proclaimed by the size and water of 
 the diamonds in the room usually displayed 
 upon fat necks as well as by the look of the 
 women's gowns, of which the overwhelming ma- 
 jority even at this fag-end of the Carnival 
 were obviously at their first night. Among the 
 men black coats predominated a circumstance 
 which, taken in conjunction with the millinery and 
 the jewels, as well as of an occasional unmistakably 
 Semitic profile among the' prosperous-looking men 
 in the card-room, would, for a Viennese eye, have 
 sufficed to label the gathering as one of the haute 
 finance. Eminently a civilian affair. What uni- 
 forms were there had been mostly brought to the 
 matrimonial market, and were being temptingly 
 displayed before the eyes of heiresses. 
 
 "Yes I daresay that's about the figure," re- 
 marked the* last speaker, after that pause. "It 
 couldn't well be done- under a thousand. She's 
 going it strong this season. After all, when you 
 have daughters, to marry " 
 
 She brought back her eyes from, the brilliant 
 scene to her neighbour's hard, brick-red face. Her 
 own wide and jovial countenance, upon. which the 
 rice-powder showed as plainly as the flour on an 
 unbaked pudding, visibly expanded, while the two
 
 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 small black eyes, which might have been two iso- 
 lated currants half-buried in the dough, twinkled 
 with enjoyment for this branch of the subject 
 promised good sport. 
 
 "As though she hadn't been doing it for years 
 past, while both the girls were in the school- 
 room!" openly sneered the brick-red lady. Upon 
 which she abruptly softened and graciously con- 
 ceded : 
 
 "Small blame to her either for not living be- 
 hind a screen. She's quite worth looking at yet." 
 
 "Not with Irma beside her," gently corrected 
 her companion. "Don't you think that girl has 
 wonderfully improved of late?" 
 
 "I don't think she comes near to her mother." 
 
 "Oh, don't you?" 
 
 The jovial lady, leant back, fanning herself 
 slowly and immensely enjoying herself. That 
 question of daughters to marry, which by a child- 
 less woman could be viewed with perfect detach- 
 ment, was, as she well knew, a delicate' point with 
 her neighbour. 
 
 "The mother is more showy, if you like; but, 
 to my mind, the daughter beats her entirely. Just 
 look at her eyes!" 
 
 "Just look at the mother's figure!" 
 
 "That grace of movement!" 
 
 "That stateliness of stature!" 
 
 For a minute or two the rival claims of mother 
 and daughter flamed over two eager pairs of lips.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 5 
 
 A casual listener might have supposed that Mrs. 
 Harding was the idol of the brick-red lady's 
 heart, whereas in reality she was precious to her 
 only as an extinguisher to Irma's more incon- 
 venient charms; just as her pudding-faced com- 
 panion was using Irma herself solely as a pin 
 wherewith to prod this mother of plain-faced 
 daughters, just for the fun of the. thing unless 
 possibly the grudge against Fate for not having 
 given her daughters of her own had anything to 
 do with it. 
 
 The climax came with the remark: 
 
 "Well, anyway, a good, majority of the men 
 seem to be of my opinion Baron Kiraly among 
 others. This is the second cotillon he has danced 
 with her this week." 
 
 The complexion alongside turned more dis- 
 tinctly apoplectic, while with the heaving of the 
 ample bosom the diamond riviere seemed to spit 
 fire. For Baron Kiraly was a parti, and at the 
 outset of the Carnival there had been signs 
 
 Her neighbour, remembering the excellence of 
 the dinners given by the wearer of the riviere, 
 took fright. Baron Kiraly was the biggest of the 
 pins she had run into her victim's flesh to-night. 
 Perhaps it was time to apply balm to the puncture. 
 The sight of a fair-haired, angular-looking girl 
 across the room determined the form which that 
 balm was to take. It was somewhat hastily that 
 she said:
 
 6 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "But the younger one is nothing to speak of. 
 Looks more bony than ever, now that they have 
 put her into long frocks. Quite the English strain. 
 and the wrong strain too, for the father is said 
 to have been a fine man in his day. What has 
 become of him to-night, by-thevby? Queer he 
 shouldn't be here to do the honours of his own 
 house." 
 
 "Very queer! Some talk of an extra press of 
 business. But business isn't usually done at this 
 hour of night. Extraordinary idea to leave one's 
 wife unsupported on such an occasion as this." 
 
 "She doesn't seem to mind it much, does she?" 
 
 Just at that moment the floor automatically 
 cleared, for the music had paused. Both pairs of 
 eyes turned towards the figure in the opposite 
 doorway. Mrs. Harding stood with slightly in- 
 clined head, listening to some suggestion of the 
 cotillon leader, touching the next figure. Even 
 had her comparative isolation not marked her out, 
 she would probably have remained the most con- 
 spicuous figure in the room; and this not only be- 
 cause of her commanding stature and imposing 
 bust, but also because of a certain brilliancy of 
 appearance which caught the eye as unavoidably 
 as does the glitter of a spangle. It was through 
 the richness of its colouring, its strongly contrasted 
 and strongly accentuated tints, that her irregular 
 face agreeably surprised the spectator. The red 
 on cheeks and lips was pure carmine, the brown
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 7 
 
 eyes full of golden lights, showing even in the 
 whites a gleam as of mother-o'-pearl, to which 
 the whiteness of the teeth flashed response; the 
 dark eyebrows as sharply pencilled as though they 
 were painted, the black hair lustrous as satin. The 
 ample shoulders, generously displayed, rose mas- 
 sive as marble, and almost as dazzling, above the 
 black velvet of the gown, its sombreness relieved 
 only by one huge cluster of yellow roses. Mrs. 
 Harding never made the mistake of dressing be- 
 low her age, and had wisely renounced round 
 dances years ago, well aware of the perils which, 
 to complexions over forty, lurk in violent move- 
 ment. 
 
 A fresh paroxysm of admiration came over the 
 brick-red lady. 
 
 "It's no wonder, surely, if she has got him un- 
 der her thumb ! They say he is quite silly about 
 her still. He'd be sillier yet if he saw her in that 
 gown I" 
 
 She spoke truer than she knew. While the 
 words were on her lips a man, who had let himself 
 into the flat with a latchkey, was standing in a 
 back passage, beside a door barely ajar. Through 
 the narrow gap a section of the brilliantly lighted 
 room was visible. The man a middle-aged per- 
 son, wearing an overcoat stood rigid and unob- 
 served for about a minute at his post, and during 
 that minute his eyes never moved from the figure 
 in black velvet. Had any one of the laughing,
 
 8 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 chattering women caught sight of the apparition 
 in the door-chink it is probable that she would 
 have instinctively shrieked, in recognition of the 
 skeleton at the feast; for what could this face of 
 despair be seeking among all these mirthful coun- 
 tenances? 
 
 But public attention was otherwise occupied, 
 which was why the man in the overcoat was able 
 to pass unnoticed and unsuspected down the pas- 
 sage and to a room beyond. 
 
 "The toy-shop figure!" ejaculated the mother 
 of daughters, as the music once more struck up. 
 "Why, that in itself is an affair of fifty florins!" 
 
 "Only one more week of Carnival!" eloquently 
 sighed Baron Kiraly, his black eyes no less elo- 
 quently fixed upon his partner's face. 
 
 Irma Harding laughed, dandling, meanwhile, 
 upon her knee the penny doll which had fallen to 
 her share in the toy-shop figure. "You're mis- 
 taken there, Baron! I mean to have ten years of 
 Carnival yet, whatever the calendar may say. I 
 don't intend to begin strewing the ashes till I'm 
 twenty-eight. Don't you think that will be time 
 enough?" 
 
 "I think that will be just twenty years too soon. 
 You pretend to be eighteen now, but I don't be- 
 lieve it. Nobody over eight, at most, could handle 
 a doll as you're doing this one. Tell me the truth, 
 Fraulein Irma, you do play with them still, behind 
 closed doors, don't you?"
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 9 
 
 "Oh, if that's the way to tell ages, then you 
 must be over a hundred, at least ; for you evidently 
 haven't a notion what to do with your air-gun." 
 
 "If it was a real gun I'd know in a moment 
 what to do with it." 
 
 "Frighten the old ladies?" 
 
 "No, soften the hearts of the young ones of 
 one young lady at least, by dying at her cruel 
 feet." 
 
 Irma made a little grimace, still dandling her 
 doll. 
 
 "Don't you know that blood-stains are ruin to 
 a white dress?" 
 
 An hour later the cotillon had reached its final 
 phase. Breathless men, their hands full of ex- 
 quisite bunches of hyacinths and tea-roses, provided 
 by Mrs. Harding's munificence and estimated by 
 the brick-red calculator at a florin apiece were 
 hurrying across the floor, seeking out the ladies 
 of their choice. This was the moment which irrev- 
 ocably crowned the queen of the ball. In order 
 to assign the sceptre of the evening to its rightful 
 owner there was nothing to do but count the bou- 
 quets, as a red-skin might count his scalps. To- 
 night calculation seemed superfluous. The mound 
 of flowers steadily growing upon the seat upon 
 which Irma Harding found no moment for repose 
 settled the great question at a glance. As daugh- 
 ter of the house it could not well be otherwise
 
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 so urged various young ladies with smaller collec- 
 tions of bouquets and longer breathing spaces be- 
 tween the waltz tunes. Yet even they were bit- 
 terly aware that this exceptional position was but 
 one factor in her triumph of the evening, for Irma, 
 while less brilliant, or, at any rate, less conspicu- 
 ous, was unquestionably more beautiful than her 
 mother. That somewhat overdone colouring, 
 those violent contrasts, were here toned down by 
 just that degree which makes for charm rather than 
 for mere effect. The shades of the hair were less 
 intense, the rose of the cheeks less vivid, while in 
 the more delicate oval of the face a pair of thickly 
 fringed eyes shone so darkly that only at close quar- 
 ters did the enchanted spectator discover them to 
 be blue and not black. The dash of blue was the 
 one hint she had taken from her Anglo-Saxon fore- 
 fathers. In all else, in the delicacy of hands and 
 feet, in the elasticity of form and ease of carriage, 
 she belonged, physically, at least, to her mother's 
 nation. 
 
 As now she passed from one arm to the other, 
 Irma was visibly drinking her triumph in full 
 draughts. The music, the lights, the admiration 
 in the men's eyes, no less than the envy in the 
 women's, all were ingredients in her cup of enjoy- 
 ment. Earlier in the evening there had been a 
 disturbing flavour in the cup, or, rather, there had 
 been one ingredient wanting the approving gaze 
 of her father. Where was he ? Why had he not
 
 POiMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 11 
 
 kept his promise of admiring her new frock? Al- 
 ways that stupid business! Evidently he worked 
 too hard. He had been looking so worried lately ; 
 but, then, he always looked worried. Twice in 
 the course of the evening she had escaped from 
 the ball-room to look into his private room, only 
 to find it empty. Why was he not returned from 
 the bank? Surely he was not taken ill? 
 
 "Not a bit of it," was Mrs. Harding's serene 
 reply when, in a fit of anxiety, Irma questioned 
 her. "He'll be answering business letters in his 
 office. So like him to put off things till these im- 
 possible hours. Just look after the guests, Irma, 
 and don't trouble about your father. You know 
 he always shirks when he possibly can." 
 
 But this had been hours ago. Since then every 
 twinge of anxiety had gone down in the whirlpool 
 of enjoyment; for care for the guests did not nec- 
 essarily imply neglect of oneself. That the big- 
 gest parti in the room should, very obviously, be 
 basking in the light of her smiles, could not but 
 heighten intoxication. Not that Baron Kiraly's 
 bold black eyes had done the smallest damage to 
 her heart, or that she had any intention whatever 
 of parting with her liberty in his favour, but sim- 
 ply that he represented for her the first handy ob- 
 ject on which to try her woman's powers. Though 
 she might not want him for herself, it was amusing 
 to keep him from the others. That imp of co- 
 quetry which slumbers in all but a few exceptional
 
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 women's hearts flourished unavoidably in the too 
 congenial surroundings. The same thing was go- 
 ing on on all sides. Having tried her hand at the 
 game, and finding that she could play it at least as 
 well as any other, it was not in human nature to 
 desist. Let the ten years' carnival she promised 
 herself last but two, and the unspoiled girl's heart 
 would have become as light, possibly as damaged 
 a ware, as any that beat beneath these many-col- 
 cured gowns; for we are but the product of our 
 circumstances (so we are told), and in Vanity Fair 
 virtue, pure and simple, is not marketable. If there 
 was anything in Irma Harding beyond gaiety, vi- 
 vacity and an unlimited capacity for enjoyment, it 
 ran fair risk of missing its way upon the primrose 
 path she had hitherto trod, and which she hoped 
 to continue treading. For how much longer? It 
 was a question which she had never so much as 
 put to herself least of all thought of putting to 
 herself to-night to-night, with the ordeal so close 
 already and so cruel ! Under the brilliancy of the 
 electric light how should she have discerned the 
 shadow already fallen upon the future? how, 
 through the strains of the dance-music, have dis- 
 tinguished the footfall of approaching Fate ? 
 
 "You will be on the ice to-morrow, or rather to- 
 day will you not, Fraulein Irma?" asked the am- 
 orous Baron, as the last, long-drawn note of the 
 fiddlers died out among a whirl of skirts. 
 
 "That depends upon how much my feet hurt
 
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 me!" And the Queen of the Ball sank down 
 breathless beside her mound of flowers, to rise 
 again within the same minute at her mother's sig- 
 nal and do her part in the speeding of the parting 
 guests. 
 
 Half an hour later Mrs. Harding looked round 
 the abandoned room with the satisfied eye of a vic- 
 torious general upon a vacated battlefield. Like a 
 battlefield, too, the shining parquet was strewn 
 with remains, though only of ribbons and faded 
 flowers, which one of the hired waiters uncon- 
 scious representative of the inevitable "hyena" 
 was already beginning to collect. 
 
 "I think it has been a success !" the hostess pro- 
 nounced. 
 
 Just then the clock of a neighbouring church 
 struck clear through the frosty air. 
 
 "Four o'clock!" 
 
 Irma began to stretch her stiff arms above her 
 head; then, at a sudden recollection, dropped them 
 again. 
 
 "And papa? What has become of him? It's 
 impossible he shouldn't be home yet!"
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 DURING THE BALL 
 
 IN a room at the end of the passage, to which 
 the highest tones of the fiddles penetrated, shrill 
 and yet faint, Edward Harding sat with his elbmvs 
 upon the writing-table and his head between his 
 hands. Beside him there lay a small steel revolver, 
 which, after having locked the door and switched 
 on the electric light, he had taken from the back 
 of a drawer. He had not thought of removing 
 his overcoat. For what he had to do it did not 
 seem worth while; or perhaps the temperature of 
 the room made its thickness welcome, for in the 
 absorption of the evening's festivities the stove 
 in here had very naturally been neglected. 
 
 The master of the house in which so brilliant an 
 entertainment was taking place was a man of some 
 fifty-odd years, tall, fleshless, with, in his some- 
 what narrow shoulders, that slight stoop which al- 
 ways betrays desk-work, fair hair much bleached 
 already and very thin about the temples, and a 
 haggard, over-mobile face, upon which the fine net- 
 work of creases was ceaselessly playing into new 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 15 
 
 patterns. The mouth, seldom at rest for more than 
 a few moments at a time, completed the disquieting 
 effect of the face ; while upon the whole man there 
 hung that undefmably "hunted" look which pro- 
 claims a set of ruined nerves. 
 
 Presently he dropped his hands and drew to- 
 wards him a sheet of paper. With the dance-music 
 in his ears and the revolver lying close to his hand, 
 he began to write precipitately. 
 
 "Isabella my Queen, my one and only Love," 
 (it was characteristic of the woman he was wri- 
 ting to, that no one, not even her own husband, had 
 ever attempted to curtail the name into either "Isa" 
 or "Bella") "I have just looked upon you for 
 the last time. Never have you appeared to me more 
 beautiful. It is difficult to die with my eyes still 
 full of that image, and yet it is more impossible to 
 live. This is my confession. When you have read 
 it you will understand but will you forgive? Isa- 
 bella, I am too weak to face ruin and disgrace, and 
 that is what awaits us all through my fault. It 
 can only be my fault for not having succeeded. In 
 the race of Life there is no mercy for those who 
 fall by the way, and I have fallen. 
 
 "The details cannot matter. You never had 
 patience for business affairs, my darling, so I will 
 not weary you. But this you must know: seeing 
 myself at the end of our own resources, and with 
 the many bills pressing, I allowed myself to be
 
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 tempted into using some of the sums deposited in 
 my hands. In the hope of retrieving our fortunes 
 I speculated with them and there was reason for 
 this hope. God knows I acted in the firm belief 
 of harming no one. But Fate decided against me. 
 The money is gone much more than the original 
 sum; discoveryis unavoidable before anothertwelve 
 hours are past ; and discovery means not ruin alone, 
 but an ignominious exposure and prison. That 
 is why the revolver is now lying ready. Evidently 
 I have no vocation for a criminal. The mere 
 shame of the arrest would have killed me. It is 
 easier to die by my own hand. After the hard 
 fight of the last years of the last months, in es- 
 pecial that little steel instrument blinks at me 
 almost like the eye of a friend. It promises rest, 
 if nothing else. 
 
 "But, my love, my beautiful mistress, do not 
 suppose that because I talk of a hard fight there 
 is a single thought of reproach in my mind. It 
 is myself only that I blame. If we have lived 
 beyond our means it was only because I was too 
 cowardly to admit to you our true position. Nor 
 could I have borne to see my Queen in mean sur- 
 roundings not seated upon the throne which is 
 her due. I cannot bear to see it now. I prefer 
 to go. If I was not able to build up that throne 
 I had no right to claim you. I am but paying the 
 penalty of my presumption. 
 
 "But you? My one consolation in this final mo-
 
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 ment is the thought of your own small fortune. 
 That will at least stave off misery; and the girls, 
 of course, will have to work. My last prayer is 
 that they prove a comfort to you. Dare I add 
 to it the hope of forgiveness? When I think of 
 what your life might have been without me, I can 
 only ask you to think of me as leniently as you 
 can. Do not let my end blacken your life. They 
 are not black thoughts that fill my mind as I look 
 into the past they are golden thoughts. The hap- 
 piness I enjoyed in gaining you is more than comes 
 to the lives of most men. Even on the edge of 
 the grave I still feel the glow of it upon me, and 
 from the bottom of my heart I thank you for those 
 moments of perfect bliss ! 
 
 "Your unhappy and devoted 
 
 "EDWARD." 
 
 With the last word he threw down the pen and 
 once more took his head between his hands. Be- 
 neath the electric light the steel handle of the re- 
 volver flashed aggressively. There was nothing 
 remaining to do now but to grasp it; but with the 
 accomplishment of his confession the extreme need 
 of hurry was past. A respite of a few minutes 
 could alter nothing just time enough for another 
 mental look at that figure seen in the doorway, to 
 take with him as a last draught of life into the 
 shadows of death. Had he ever seen her more 
 beautiful? Yes once, perhaps, on that evening,
 
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 twenty years ago, when, in a box of the Vienna 
 Opera House, she had first dawned upon his sight. 
 That time it had been a white and spotless vision 
 the roses in her cheeks the only flowers that decked 
 her; her brilliant eyes, her girlish grace, the only 
 jewels that adorned. From the moment that his 
 gaze had fallen upon her the events upon the stage 
 no longer enjoyed his attention. Steadily, through- 
 out the three acts, his eyes returned to that box in 
 the first row, which for him contained all the 
 beauty of the packed house. The coup de foudre 
 in its most literal sense, and enduring, as lightning 
 flashes are not in the habit of enduring. Looking 
 back at it across the gulf of twenty years, and with 
 those penetrating fiddle notes pricking into his con- 
 sciousness like so many fine needles, he could still 
 feel the thrill of it in his veins. 
 
 From that moment onward, and even before an 
 introduction was obtained, he had been her slave. 
 It was on that evening that he had discovered the 
 real meaning of life. 
 
 There followed six months filled by the fluctua- 
 tions of hope and despair. Isabella Feldegg, a 
 recognised beauty of the circle in which she moved, 
 was surrounded by suitors, among whom he could 
 not, either socially or financially, claim the first 
 place. True, his position in the old-established 
 Anglo-Saxon Bank, which for half a century had 
 been doing good business on Austrian soil, was 
 even then a good one, his future more than as-
 
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 sured. But among his rivals were men with hun- 
 dreds of acres to a titled name. When his homage 
 was finally accepted he could scarcely believe his 
 good fortune. Isabella's friends did not understand 
 it at all; and a very few months after the mar- 
 riage Isabella herself did not understand it, either. 
 Over-susceptibility of the heart was by no means 
 her weak point; but she had Hungarian blood in 
 her veins, and Hungarian fancies are inflammable. 
 The tall, fair-haired Englishman, with the regular 
 features and the blue eyes so different from her 
 swarthy countrymen had worked by contrast 
 upon her imagination. His evident ardour had 
 ended by carrying her off her feet for a time. 
 That time had sufficed to fill his cup of bliss and 
 to seal his fate; for Edward Harding was one of 
 those men who are born to live neither for riches, 
 fame, nor adventure, nor even for Woman in the 
 abstract, but only for one individual woman. Some- 
 times men of this especial category fail to meet 
 the exact woman who holds the key of their souls. 
 In that case they walk through life desolately, even 
 in the midst of what looks like success, vaguely 
 aware of not being upon the right road. You can 
 run against them any day wandering up and down 
 both the highways and byways of life. Sometimes 
 again they meet her, and then they become either 
 the most fortunate or the most unfortunate of men, 
 according to the quality of their subjugator. But 
 even in failure and betrayal and wretchedness they
 
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 will die with the paradoxically satisfying feeling 
 which comes with the consciousness of a destiny 
 fulfilled. 
 
 All Harding's married life had been one long 
 effort to procure to the expensive picture he had 
 purchased the frame it deserved. And it was a 
 very expensive picture, as he speedily discovered. 
 Grown up as the spoilt child of her own family, 
 Isabella had inevitably become the spoilt child of 
 her especial circle. It was unthinkable that her 
 position should in any way deteriorate. To slave 
 for her pleasure had been the only pleasure Hard- 
 ing had ever known since she had deigned to cross 
 his threshold. 
 
 That she should accept it all serenely, as no 
 more than her due, could not chill him. Rather it 
 fitted all the more perfectly into his conception of 
 his "sovereign lady." Thus, with this gracious 
 condescension, should a queen take the offerings 
 laid at her feet. And yet, in all but this, the man 
 was no fool. Outside the field of his love he was 
 able to judge and to observe, within it only able 
 to worship. For the value of any bonds on the 
 money market he had a keen eye none for that of 
 a woman. Even when she began to talk, half- 
 playfully at first, of the partis she might have made 
 had she chosen and this she began to do soon 
 after the honeymoon his blindness was not cured. 
 In time the remarks became less playful and more 
 fretful, without enlightening him further. The
 
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 rapture of finding himself the favoured one among 
 so many had bred in him an ineradicable gratitude 
 which not even she herself could destroy. Was it 
 not enough that she should be faithful to him? Oh, 
 truly, he was blest beyond his deserts. 
 
 Necessarily his attitude towards his daughters 
 had suffered from the absorption of his dominating 
 feeling. Though he had in him all the makings 
 of a tender and affectionate father, they had been 
 cramped by the passion of his life. You cannot do 
 two things intensely; one of them is bound to suf- 
 fer. The most selfless and disinterested of men, 
 he had yet arrived at systematically disregarding 
 the true interests of his children. For selflessness 
 of this particular category often works like egoism 
 towards all but the beloved object. Or perhaps 
 it would be truer to say that it actually becomes a 
 variety of egoism, since the object has grown into 
 a second self. 
 
 Of late the material strain had been intensify- 
 ing. Even the directorship of the "Anglo-Saxon," 
 attained some years ago, no longer sufficed to fill 
 the measure of his goddess's requirements. With 
 the growing up of two daughters it was but nat- 
 ural that household wants should increase. Irma 
 had to be brought out, and she should be brought 
 out in a fashion worthy of such a mother. No 
 petty jealousy of her daughter's younger charms 
 disturbed Mrs. Harding. To be a leader in her 
 circle, to shine as a hostess, to see the invitations
 
 22 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 to her house scrambled for such had been her 
 dream, and in the attainment of it her own beauty 
 was only one ingredient in many, since personal 
 vanity did not happen to be her foible. She re- 
 joiced quite frankly in Irma's good looks, as offer- 
 ing not only a better pretext for social display, 
 but likewise as promising good things for the fu- 
 ture. It was as though that social ambition which, 
 in a moment of impulse, had been sacrificed to a 
 passing sentiment, had drawn from the very defeat 
 a more furious determination to assert its vitality. 
 
 This Carnival had been the last straw in Hard- 
 ing's financial burden. To say "No" to Isabella 
 when she asked him for money had seemed to him 
 so impossible that even a breach of trust had be- 
 come possible. Thus only was it explicable that a 
 man compounded of honesty and of the most deli- 
 cate sense of honour had become a defrauder and 
 virtually a thief, with no other escape from shame 
 than that which lay in the small, round ball of the 
 loaded revolver. 
 
 And now he took it up with a hand that was 
 almost steady, for to be a moral coward is not nec- 
 essarily to be a physical one. The dance-music had 
 ceased. There had been sounds of closing doors 
 and departing carriages. Four strokes of the clock ; 
 clearly the moment had come. 
 
 He shut his eyes for one instant gathering his 
 resolve into one supreme effort then opened them
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 23 
 
 again, bending his head sideways towards the door. 
 A step in the passage, and now a quick knock. 
 
 For one moment he hesitated, with his finger on 
 the trigger was not his reckoning with life closed 
 already? then softly put down the wbapon and, 
 hastily throwing a sheet of paper over it, went to 
 the door. It had come over him that perhaps, 
 after all, Fate was about to grant him one more 
 sight of the beloved face. It was a thought he 
 could not resist. For that one moment he would 
 be able to command his features. 
 
 Going to the door, he unlocked it, and, through 
 the narrow chink, looked out with burning eyes. 
 Immediately his restless under-lip fell. 
 
 "You, Irma?" was all he said, in a tone of flat 
 disappointment.
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 AFTER THE BALL 
 
 HE had kept held of the door-handle, not mean- 
 ing to admit even Isabella; but his reckoning had 
 been made without the keenness of Irma's young 
 eyes or the impetuosity of her movements. Neither 
 did he know what was written on his face. At the 
 mere sight of it shapeless fear laid a cold hand upon 
 the pulsing gaiety of a minute back. Pushing her 
 way in, Irma faced him closely. 
 
 "Papa what is it? You are ill? I was sure 
 you must be. Why did you not send for me? 
 What is it, papa?" 
 
 "Why should it be anything? I am busy, Irma. 
 Run away to your bed, child'!" 
 
 The miserable travesty of a smile could not de- 
 ceive her. 
 
 "Yes, it is something. If you are not ill 1 , then 
 it is something else. Why have you still got your 
 overcoat on? Have you only just come in? Is it 
 anything about the bank?" 
 
 Her eyes went instinctively to the writing-table, 
 and fell there upon the closely written sheet, which 
 
 24
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 25 
 
 in his perturbation he had even forgotten to fold 
 together. Swiftly she moved in that direction, but 
 he, guessing her intention, was before her. She 
 saw another sheet pushed aside, caught the flash 
 of electric light upon polished steel, and, even be- 
 fore she had recognised the shape of the thing in 
 her father's hand, had sprung upon him. 
 
 There was the struggle of a moment between 
 the girl in the white ball-dress and the man in the 
 overcoat. One shot went off, lodging a harmless 
 ball in the midst of a bookcase, and immediately 
 afterwards Irma hurled the revolver into a corner 
 of the room-, and, falling on to a chair, burst into 
 passionate though uncomprehending tears. She 
 knew that she had saved her father's life, but she 
 did not yet understand why she had had to do so. 
 
 Harding, too, had sat down, silent and with 
 shaking hands, making no effort to recover the still 
 loaded weapon. The crisis of excitement which 
 had made it seem possible to kill himself in his 
 daughter's presence was outstepped a dull reac- 
 tion close at hand. 
 
 Then, before a word had been spoken, there was 
 a step and a rustle of skirts, and Mrs. Harding, 
 with the startled face of Gabrielle peering over her 
 shoulder, stood in the doorway. 
 
 "What is the matter? What has happened? 
 Was not that a shot?" 
 
 At the sight the unhappy man once more coy- 
 ered his face. So this humiliation the only one
 
 26 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 he really feared was not to be spared him, after 
 all! 
 
 Yet, after a brief pause, he unexpectedly 
 straightened himself and rose. Going to the writ- 
 ing-table, he took from it the written sheet and 
 handed it to his wife. 
 
 "I wrote that for you, Isabella," he said, with 
 a final renunciation of all hope even of the hope 
 of mercy which was not without its miserable 
 dignity. "Forgive me for still being alive when 
 you read it. This at least is not my fault. Irma 
 came in just one minute too soon." 
 
 Mrs. Harding, who, in view of the whispering 
 servants at the end of the passage, had had the 
 presence of mind to shut the door, took the sheet 
 with a stare that was more of astonishment than 
 of alarm. Once or twice in the dead pause- that 
 followed the paper rustled in her hand, and that, 
 beside the roll of a carriage in the street*, was all 
 the sound for Irma's nervous sdbs had subsided. 
 Harding had turned away, unable, to bear the sight 
 of the change which he knew must come over his 
 wife's face. 
 
 It came before she had read many lines the 
 sudden widening of the eyes, the rush of dark 
 blood to the face. For a moment after she had 
 reached the last word she stood there fixed as stiffly 
 as the bodies of those struck by lightning are said 
 occasionally to remain immobilised into the most 
 unlikely attitudes.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 27 
 
 When she spoke at last it was with a curious 
 thickness of tone, into which the excitement had 
 not yet fairly struggled. 
 
 He began by only bowing his head. 
 
 "Is this true?" 
 
 Already the tone was rising and sharpening. 
 
 "It is true unhappily." 
 
 "We are ruined, and you are a defrauder?" 
 
 "Isabella," he said, with bleached lips, "I have 
 written the words; will you make me speak them 
 as well?" 
 
 "Answer me!" she commanded, her eyes, that 
 were beginning to blaze, fastened hard upon his 
 face. 
 
 "We are ruined, and I have broken my trust." 
 He said the words dully, mechanically, though they 
 represented to him the very dregs in the cup of 
 expiation. 
 
 For another moment she stood almost immova- 
 ble, her mind struggling to tpke in the enormity of 
 the thing. During that moment the blaze in her 
 eyes turned slowly to a glare. 
 
 "Ruined a defrauder the end of all ah, my 
 God!" 
 
 Between the short phrases the yellow roses on 
 her breast heaved tumultuously. "So this is the 
 end of all!" 
 
 And then, regardless of the two startled girls' 
 faces, the disappointment of a lifetime broke 
 bounds. Beneath her superb exterior, behind her
 
 28 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 majestic presence, there had always lived one of 
 those common souls who seek their first relief in 
 words and in gestures. The very vitality of her 
 personality made the words loud and the gestures 
 emphatic; for she had in her the blood of a race 
 in which the elementary passions never lie very 
 far below the surface. If at this moment she did 
 not sink to the level of the typical virago it was 
 only because the habits of education cannot be un- 
 learned at so short a notice. Within the space of 
 a few minutes the grievances of twenty years were 
 unpacked; all that chronic grudge harboured 
 against the man who, by crossing her path in her 
 heedless youth, had robbed her of a more brilliant 
 destiny, found utterance. So long as he was able to 
 satisfy her wants he might be forgiven; but from 
 the moment that he failed in the eyes of the world 
 he was necessarily lost in hers. The sight of his 
 despair, the depth of his self-humiliation, could not 
 touch her, for the simple reason that she was not 
 clearly aware of them. The fall from an hour 
 ago from five minutes ago had been too rude 
 to have let her as yet recover more than the con- 
 sciousness of her own wrong. Had she seen him 
 with the revolver in his hand, as Irma had seen 
 him, it is probable that the sight would have ap- 
 pealed to her nerves, at least, if not to her sensi- 
 bility. But not having seen him so, she could see 
 nothing but this personal wrong, which, in truth, 
 was great, since not even love can condone cow-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 29 
 
 ardice. Nor was any tenderness for the culprit 
 there to disarm her. What she had ever felt for 
 the man before her had been no more- than a flame 
 upon a stone; and the flame, once burnt out, had 
 left the stone unsoftened at most, blackened by 
 the ashes of the dead fire. 
 
 While she spoke he listened, pale as death, 
 steadying himself by the back of a chair, yet un- 
 able to lower his eyes. In spite of all the shame 
 of this bitterest of all moments, it was impossible 
 to renounce the sight of his accuser. The pas- 
 sionate admiration carried the day over the crush- 
 ing humiliation. So long as it was still granted 
 him he would rest his eyes upon her. If her in- 
 dignant glances killed him, so much the better; it 
 was the death, of all others, he would have chosen. 
 Even quivering beneath her reproaches, he could 
 not but exult in her strength. Another woman 
 would have broken down into hysterical tears, while 
 she stood upright, pouring out her displeasure, as 
 it became a queen to do. That it was a queenship 
 that savoured more of the footlights than of the 
 Court was a fact lost upon his lover's eyes. No 
 thought of self-defence so much as visited him. 
 
 "I had no right to marry you, Isabella ; I know 
 it," he murmured sadly when, exhausted by her 
 own passion, she paused at last. Upon which she 
 said the cruel word: 
 
 "No you had no right." 
 
 The girls, shocked and bewildered listeners, as
 
 30 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 completely ignored as though they had been empty 
 air, were only just beginning to read the true sig- 
 nificance of the scene. Gabrielle, with pale blue 
 eyes widely opened, had instinctively retreated as 
 though before some physical danger, and stood 
 flattened against the wall, looking in the first long 
 dress she had ever worn a dress which still mer- 
 cifully covered her immature neck and arms like 
 a child that is too frightened even to cry. Irma 
 was not crying, either, now. From the floor she 
 had picked up the paper which from her mother's 
 fingers had fluttered to her feet, and had bent her 
 head over it. 
 
 And then there happened one of those things 
 which do not happen more than once in a lifetime 
 if they happen at all. What passed within her 
 soul during the few minutes which she took to read 
 her father's confession does not come to every life. 
 The anguish, the unarmed surrender of the words, 
 seemed to reach down a hand, deep, deep down into 
 an unsuspected abyss, to stir up things which she 
 had never known to be there, to take hold of things 
 which until then had not seemed to exist. It was 
 one of those rapid and violent processes which, un- 
 der the pressure of circumstances, sometimes, 
 though rarely, effect what it takes years of normal 
 life to reach, the sharp, painful birth of a woman's 
 soul within what has hitherto been the individuality 
 of a child. What she read here, written by a hand 
 which had visibly jerked, was a revelation so sud-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 31 
 
 den and uncompromising as to be almost blind- 
 ing. It all depended upon whether the eyes that 
 beheld it were strong enough or not to bear the 
 merciless glare. 
 
 With the paper in her lap and her mother's re- 
 proaches ringing in her ears, she sat trying to re- 
 view the case. She had always felt more leaning 
 towards her father than her mother, perhaps be- 
 cause she had understood that her mother did not 
 need her, while her father possibly might. Be- 
 hind Mrs. Harding's regal indulgence she had di- 
 vined a want of tenderness; but hitherto life had 
 been too smooth and easy to let the lack of the true 
 maternal accent become unpleasantly conspicuous. 
 It was under the stress of this moment only that 
 the latent impression became acute. As, with new 
 eyes, she looked at the figure in black velvet, whose 
 lips still moved and whose voice still rang out, she 
 began to understand. And from there she looked 
 towards her father with new eyes, too, into which 
 hot tears again rose suddenly. At thought of what 
 the last minutes, the last hours those hours spent 
 by herself in laughing gaiety must have been to 
 him, an immense pity gripped her heart. Higher 
 within her and higher were the two tides rising: 
 the tide of pity on one side, of indignation on the 
 other. And now, at another word of her mother's, 
 they overflowed. 
 
 "My friends did what they could to prevent my 
 marriage," Mrs. Harding was bitterly saying, "and
 
 32 POMP AND CIRCUiMSTANCE 
 
 yet they did not know that I was to end as the wife 
 of a criminal." 
 
 It was then that Irma sprang to her feet. 
 
 "Not a criminal! No, it is not he who is 
 guilty!" 
 
 With shining eyes she faced her mother. 
 
 Mrs. Harding, from sheer surprise, was silent 
 for a moment. To do her justice, she had com- 
 pletely forgotten her daughter's presence. Then 
 she spoke haughtily: 
 
 "You understand nothing of this, Irma. By 
 the letter of the law defraudation is a crime. We 
 are all lost." 
 
 "Oh, yes, I understand far better than I ever 
 did before, and I don't care anything about the 
 letter of the law. It is not papa who is the real 
 culprit; it is we who are guilty; we have been 
 amusing ourselves while he has been toiling and 
 plotting to get the money we needed." 
 
 "Irma!" 
 
 The reproachful word came not from her 
 mother, but from her father. It was with a sort of 
 shocked surprise and a deprecating glance towards 
 his wife that he greeted the advent of this un- 
 looked-for defender. 
 
 Slowly Mrs. Harding measured her daughter 
 from head to foot. Was this, indeed, her daugh- 
 ter? 
 
 "Why use the plural?" she asked, with an icy 
 coldness succeeding to the heat of a minute ago.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 33 
 
 "Why not tell me to my face that it is all my 
 fault?" 
 
 Irma's lips moved impulsively and then tightly 
 closed. But though the words hovering there were 
 not spoken, Mrs. Harding could read them plainly 
 in her daughter's unabashed eyes, and actually 
 paled a little. To see a judge risen in her child 
 was the last thing she had expected. 
 
 "Ah so this is the gratitude I have earned for 
 bringing you up as I have done, for giving you 
 every social advantage in my power, for trying to 
 secure your future " 
 
 "Don't listen to her, Isabella; she doesn't know 
 what she is saying," pleaded the poor bankrupt. 
 But Mrs. Harding did not even look at him; all 
 her attention was now for this most astonishing 
 daughter of hers. 
 
 "You had no right to bring us up as you have 
 done, unless we had the money," said Irma, un- 
 shaken. In the virulence of her new-born indigna- 
 tion there was no room even for just considerations. 
 
 "And could I know that we had not the money, 
 when your father persistently hid from me the true 
 state of our fortunes?" 
 
 The consciousness that the question sounded like 
 an attempt at self-justification made the tone all 
 the haughtier. 
 
 "He did that only because he was too fond of 
 you. You made it too difficult to him to speak 
 the truth."
 
 34 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Once more the blood surged to Mrs. Hoarding's 
 face. For a short space the ample figure in black 
 velvet and the slight figure in white tulle, whose 
 only ornament was the bunch of crushed and faded 
 violets upon the breast, stood opposite to each 
 other, eye in eye. 
 
 "You are a fool, Irma," broke out Mrs. Hard- 
 ing, after that pause. "What makes you interfere ? 
 Has your father thanked you for coming in when 
 you did?" 
 
 "Perhaps you, too, think that I came in too 
 soon?" asked Irma, with quivering nostrils. 
 
 "Irma!" 
 
 Mrs. Harding's eyes shifted a little as she said 
 the indignant word. Was it perhaps because of 
 the thought which might possibly be written in 
 their depths the almost unavoidable thought that 
 a revolver-shot is often a wonderfully simple solu- 
 tion of impossible-looking situations ? 
 
 Perhaps Irma had, after all, caught a glimmer 
 of that thought, for some impulse made her just 
 then move to her father's side, her hand upon his 
 arm. 
 
 "Papa ! papa ! Ah, I am so glad I came in ! I 
 want you to live. You belong to me now." 
 
 Across the room Mrs. Harding viewed them 
 from under artificially lowered eyelids. 
 
 "And what do you mean to do with him, now 
 that he belongs to you?" 
 
 "I mean to save him in spite of himself."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 35 
 
 "By going to prison with him?" 
 
 "No I shall keep him out of prison. Tell me, 
 papa," and she looked up into his face, her brows 
 knit in the effort of thought, "is there no chance 
 of replacing the money which you have used?" 
 
 He shook his head vaguely. 
 
 "Is the sum so large? But perhaps part of it 
 there is mamma's fortune would not that help 
 at least to " 
 
 Mrs. Harding laughed harshly. 
 
 "Really, Irma, you're a greater fool than I took 
 you for, as though it were not bad enough to have 
 nothing but dry bread remaining to put into my 
 mouth, but you seem to expect me to throw even 
 that away! The one mercy in the whole affair is 
 that my money cannot be touched." 
 
 "No, no," said Harding, hastily, "not that it 
 is not to be thought of. Besides, it would only be 
 a drop in the bucket." 
 
 As Irma looked from one to the other the re- 
 vealing light burned brighter and brighter. 
 
 "Then, of course, there is nothing for it but 
 flight. We can hide. People often do. The world 
 is big. We shall go away somewhere where they 
 cannot find us." 
 
 "We?" repeated Mrs. Harding, sharply. 
 
 "Yes, of course, we. Do you think I would let 
 him go alone? I know how that would end." 
 
 "This is moonshine madness. You cannot mean 
 to pass your life in dodging the police?"
 
 36 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "I mean to pass it where papa is." 
 
 Mrs. Harding, speechless, contemplated her 
 daughter. Perhaps because she had never before 
 seen her in the grip of a deep emotion she had never 
 quite realised how beautiful she was. It was a rec- 
 ognition which added greatly to the exasperation 
 of the moment. 
 
 "You?" she broke out in a new fit of vehemence, 
 "you to live out your life in a hole! But you don't 
 understand what you are doing, child ! Don't you 
 see that by devoting yourself to this this unfortu- 
 nate man you are identifying yourself with his 
 cause? Let him fly, by all means, but let him fly 
 alone. Your accompanying him would be but a 
 useless sacrifice. He cannot be so great an egoist 
 as to demand it. It is your whole future, every 
 chance you have in life, that is in play and those 
 chances are small enough now, Heaven knows ! As 
 the daughter of your father it is not likely you will 
 ever find a husband; but by his side and espousing 
 his cause you are certain not to. Think, Irma, 
 think before you commit this folly!" 
 
 Her rich voice vibrated with sincerity, and with 
 what, for the moment, was true feeling. That which 
 Irma proposed to surrender was in her eyes too 
 precious not to arouse the mother in her. 
 
 For all answer Irma shook her head, and, draw- 
 ing a little closer to her father, clasped her second 
 hand around his arm. He had not spoken for sev- 
 eral minutes, while his dazed eyes went from one
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 37 
 
 face to the other. They came back to Irma now, 
 with an astonished gratitude beginning to dawn in 
 their blankness. After the first shock, almost of 
 displeasure, he was coming to realise that, after all, 
 he did not stand quite alone, quite abandoned. As 
 Irma felt his fingers stealing round hers with a fur- 
 tive, clinging movement she was aware of a new 
 glow, the strongest and purest emotion that had 
 yet come to her life. It made her feel able for 
 anything. 
 
 "Choose!" said Mrs. Harding, in a thinly veiled 
 fury. "Choose between him and me!" 
 
 "I have chosen already. I will never let him 
 go alone. It would be the same as putting back 
 the revolver into his hand." 
 
 Mrs. Harding gazed for a moment longer at 
 her daughter, and during that moment all those 
 hopes which had been built upon the girl's beauty 
 seemed to pass before her mind's eye, as in a mock- 
 ing procession. What wonder that the pallor of 
 rage should slowly overspread her face ? 
 
 "Then you had better be quick about it," she 
 said at last, with a final touch of brutality, "or else 
 the police may be upon us." 
 
 "Yes we shall be quick." 
 
 Irma laid her hand over her eyes, as though to 
 clear her thoughts. 
 
 The next question was a sneer. 
 
 "And where do you mean to hide, if I may ask?" 
 
 "I don't know. In America, I suppose. Papa"
 
 38 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 and dropping her hand from his arm, she took 
 hold of both his, pressing them hard together 
 "only pack your things, and leave the rest to me. 
 You have a new time-table, have you not?" 
 
 She spoke in a quick tone of business-like de- 
 cision, come to her on the spur of the moment, and 
 already she was by the writing-table with the time- 
 table in her hand. 
 
 "It had better be Hamburg," she pronounced 
 after a minute, during which the other members of 
 the family not excluding her mother had stood 
 looking at her in helpless silence. "Once there we 
 can decide where to sail for. There is an express 
 for Berlin at 7 :2O it is not yet five now. Can 
 you be ready to start by half-past six, papa? I 
 shall change my dress, and Gabrielle will help me to 
 pack. But" her forehead went into a perplexed 
 fold "we need money, of course. Have you any 
 at all?" 
 
 Harding signified mechanically that he had. 
 
 "That is well. And I will take what jewels I 
 have. They may be useful. Now lose no time, 
 papa, and I will lose none." 
 
 She turned to the door; then, remembering some- 
 thing, turned back and walked deliberately to the 
 corner of the room into which she had flung the 
 revolver. Picking it up, she went straight past her 
 mother with the weapon in her hand. 
 
 When, a few minutes later, with a dressing-gown 
 wrapped around her, and her white ball-dress mak-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 39 
 
 ing an untidy heap upon the bed, she was busy be- 
 tween an open trunk and many open drawers, 
 Gabrielle's scared face appeared in the doorway. 
 
 "May I come in, Irma?" 
 
 "Of course you may. I've been waiting for you. 
 There, just take out all the stockings in this drawer, 
 and see how many you can pack into the corners of 
 this tray." 
 
 Gabrielle slipped in; but it was not to look out 
 the stockings it was to throw her thin arms 
 around her sister's neck and burst into tears. 
 
 "Ah, Irma, I can't believe it! It is all too hor- 
 rible! And are you really, really going away?" 
 
 Irma kissed her, a trifle impatiently, as she dis- 
 engaged herself from the clinging embrace. 
 
 "Yes, I am going; I have to go. But this does 
 not make it easier for me, Gabrielle." 
 
 "But after you have taken him away could you 
 not come back again?" 
 
 "Impossible! He needs me. He has nobody else; 
 not even you, it seems. Do you, too, think him the 
 only guilty person ?" 
 
 Before the defiant flash of the eyes with which 
 her sister turned upon her Gabrielle visibly shrunk ; 
 for she, too, had by this time grasped the chief facts 
 of the family debacle, and, not being absolutely a 
 fool, had drawn some conclusions. Her sharp, un- 
 finished face, which was not without a sort of in- 
 significant prettiness, became visibly disturbed.
 
 40 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "No; poor papa! I do not want to blame him. 
 It must have been very difficult for him." 
 
 "And it was mamma who made it difficult. You 
 must see that now, as well as I," said Irma, fever- 
 ishly collecting handkerchiefs the while. 
 
 "I I suppose so." 
 
 "Then why did you not stand by him now, in the 
 study? Why did you not say one word in his de- 
 fence?" 
 
 Gabrielle's washed-out-looking eyes shifted un- 
 easily about the room. 
 
 "It wouldn't have done any good to speak. It 
 would only have made mamma angrier. You made 
 her angry enough already." 
 
 "You can't mean to say that you blame me for 
 it?" 
 
 Irma's voice came up from the depths of the 
 trunk before which she was now kneeling with 
 laden hands. 
 
 "N-no. But I wonder at you. I find it so diffi- 
 cult to believe that you are going to have to run 
 away from the police, and live, heaven knows how ! 
 Tell me, Irma" and the angular child's face be- 
 came as sharp in expression as it was in lines, as 
 some fibre of business instinct (inherited, doubtless, 
 from the English side of the family) pierced to 
 the surface "how are you going to live? I don't 
 believe you have thought of that at all." 
 
 "Ah ! I shall give lessons, I suppose. After all, 
 I've learned a lot of things; that part of the money
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 41 
 
 spent is not lost, anyway; and I know several lan- 
 guages. When one is young and strong, and not a 
 fool, there must be ways of gaining money." 
 
 "I wonder if I shall have to give lessons, too?" 
 Gabrielle sighed. 
 
 She had sat down upon the bed beside the cast- 
 off ball-dress, and, by way of assisting her sister, 
 was reflectively turning over a boxful of ribbons 
 which lay there. The business instinct does not nec- 
 essarily always produce true helpfulness. 
 
 "Probably not. You will have the benefit of 
 mamma's private fortune, you know." 
 
 She had not meant to be scornful ; yet it is diffi- 
 cult not to speak scornfully when you feel so. 
 
 Gabrielle's eyes, barely dry, filled again with tears 
 of mortification. 
 
 "How unkindly you say that, Irma ! And when 
 we are not going to see each other again for Heav- 
 en knows how long ! Perhaps never again ! I can't 
 help it if I have not got as much courage as you, 
 though I'm sure I like papa quite as much." 
 
 Irma got quickly to her feet. 
 
 "Gabrielle, I did not mean it! I'm just talking 
 at random. It's all so bewildering. Of course you 
 must stay with mamma and take care of her, and 
 I will take care of papa. It is the only possible ar- 
 rangement. But, ah, yes ! it is hard upon us." 
 
 And, in the midst of the open boxes and the sug- 
 gestive disorder of the room, the two sisters ran, 
 weeping, into each other's arms.
 
 PART II 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 UPON THE SHELF 
 
 "CERTAINLY, my dear, certainly just as you 
 like!" beamed Sir Christian Denholm over the top 
 of his claret-glass. 
 
 It was his answer to his eldest daughter, who 
 had just asked him to take her to the Whistler ex- 
 hibition next day. It was his usual answer to most 
 things asked of him by women, at any rate, 
 whether old or young but especially young. 
 
 Sir Christian was a tall and highly ornamental 
 old gentleman, with a fine aquiline nose, brilliant 
 grey eyes, and snow-white hair of that fly-away sort 
 which unavoidably suggests dandelion fluff. The 
 elegance of his appearance, the perfection of his 
 manners and the suavity of his disposition made 
 him a marked man in every drawing-room. Ur- 
 banity and suavity are useful qualities, especially 
 to diplomats, and it was in the diplomatic field that 
 Sir Christian had gathered whatever laurels still 
 decked his exceedingly fine brow. And yet even of 
 
 43
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 43 
 
 good things one can have too much. People who 
 knew Sir Christian a little found it difficult to un- 
 derstand how he had made his career, since a diplo- 
 mat must, after all, be able to say No, as well as 
 Yes, and be the No wrapped in ever so becoming 
 a disguise. People who knew him better thought 
 they understood, and hinted, smiling, that Sir Chris- 
 tian had always been "a woman's man," and that 
 there are few political pies in Europe into which a 
 fair finger is not occasionally inserted. The salons 
 of embassies not infrequently represent the field 
 upon which, not the great battles, indeed, but the 
 preliminary and supplementary skirmishes of diplo- 
 matic warfare, are waged, and upon this delicate 
 ground a "woman's man" has occasionally got ad- 
 vantages not enjoyed by even the geniuses of the 
 profession. 
 
 Yet the disadvantages were there, too. There 
 were people who maintained that if asked by a suffi- 
 ciently handsome woman to oblige her by handing 
 over some such trifle as an English colony to the 
 nation represented by her the beauty's husband, 
 Sir Christian might be backed to answer: "Cer- 
 tainly, my dear, certainly just as you like." In 
 fact, it was asserted that his abrupt and somewhat 
 premature withdrawal from the scene had been 
 caused by some such incident. These same spiteful 
 people quoted a story, dating from the days of Sir 
 Christian's attacheship, according to which a certain 
 award of honour, presented to him by a sovereign,
 
 44 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 had been recognised by the side of some star of the 
 ballet masquerading in male attire at an opera re- 
 doute. When asked for the loan of the quasi- 
 sacred article, how else could he answer the 
 "star's" eyes being very bright, mind you than by 
 his favourite formula? Indeed, it seemed not un- 
 likely that, if awakened suddenly in the night, he 
 would, with eyes still closed, begin by murmuring: 
 "Certainly, my dear," etc. 
 
 But this (the sword-of-honour incident) was an- 
 cient history, belonging to the time before there 
 had been any Lady Denholm to consider. 
 
 There was no Lady Denholm to consider now. 
 She had succumbed to malarial fever during the 
 term of her husband's Roman appointment. To 
 make up, there were two Miss Denholms, both 
 small and fair-haired, with delicate, high-bred fea- 
 tures of a slightly shiny whiteness which suggested 
 porcelain, and almost of the grain of porcelain, too. 
 With the aid of that hair and of that skin it was 
 not hard to reconstruct the dead mother. The com- 
 parison to Dresden china figures was equally ob- 
 vious; it "jumped to the eyes," in the French turn 
 of phrase. Both were training severely for diplo- 
 matists' wives. It was the only thing worth living 
 for, as matters struck them. And what wonder, 
 either, seeing that the air of embassies was the only 
 air which their mental lungs had learned to assimi- 
 late ? Bred upon alliances and suckled upon ententes 
 cordiales, their youthful years had, even in the nur-
 
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 sery, been filled with the names of statesmen of all 
 nations, their youthful heads been patted by the 
 most various sovereigns ; stray threads of diplomatic 
 gossip had been worked into the very samplers of 
 the schoolroom ; while the transformation of scene 
 brought by each new appointment gave to life a 
 touch of exalted vagrancy, full of pleasant surprises. 
 The shelving of Sir Christian, a year back, had been 
 a bitter moment. It was quite a comfortable shelf, 
 as, indeed, the look of the dining-room attested; 
 but it seemed painfully flat after the stimulating 
 ups and downs of cosmopolitan existence. They 
 loved England, of course, since it was their coun- 
 try ; but they discovered that they had loved it better 
 when seen from a French or Russian perspective. 
 There they were England, while here no more than 
 undistinguishable British atoms. Not even the Lon- 
 don season could offer compensation for so much 
 loss of personal importance. What excitement could 
 a ballroom hold compared to the commotion of a 
 wired chiffre arriving in the dead of night? And 
 how could Hurlingham vie with the trepidation of 
 an audience in times of crisis, when war or peace 
 might hang upon the turn of a phrase to be uttered 
 within the next hour by the same lips that have just 
 said "Good morning" to you? 
 
 No, there was nothing for it but to try and re- 
 enter the promised land, by the matrimonial gate, 
 of course. Neither Chrissie nor Cissy doubted that 
 their time would come. Meanwhile they worked
 
 46 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 hard at languages, principally, as well as at an 
 intelligent study of politics. Also at the acquisition 
 of those social virtues likely to be useful to the 
 hostess of such a salon as both dreamt of one day 
 presiding over; though, could they have seen them- 
 selves "as others see us," they would probably have 
 recognised that a Watteau shepherdess attire would 
 have been their most becoming costume, and to lead 
 about a white lamb by a blue ribbon, of course 
 their true vocation in life. Probably they would 
 have looked best upon a mantelpiece. A pair of 
 them, too! Nothing could have been more com- 
 plete. Yet, not seeing themselves maybe, merci- 
 fully they dreamed on their dream, unhampered 
 by doubts. 
 
 The person who sat at the foot of the table bore 
 a certain responsibility for these dreams. This was 
 old Lady Aurelia Mulhampton, the Dresden shep- 
 herdesses' grandmother, privately known to her 
 friends as "Lady Mummy." She had a long, nar- 
 row face, which, by candle-light, showed the tint of 
 a lemon, and which daylight deepened very nearly 
 to that of an orange; a mouth that had grown al- 
 most invisible owing to the disappearance of its 
 natural supports, and a pair of wickedly bright, 
 little, black eyes the only things about her not vis- 
 ibly octogenarian. Whatever hair she might still 
 happen to possess was entirely covered by a costly 
 lace cap, from under which not so much as a wisp 
 escaped to humanise the parchment countenance.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 47 
 
 Since her daughter's death she had presided over 
 Sir Christian's household, far more successfully 
 than poor Edith herself had ever done. The widow 
 of a distinguished diplomat, and having for many 
 years had the satisfaction of seeing whole corps dip- 
 lomat'iques tremble before the utterances of her 
 caustic tongue, she had successfully married her only 
 child to one of the profession, and hoped in time to 
 see her grandchildren treading the path which was 
 rapidly becoming hereditary. Diplomacy, which, 
 after all, consists in getting the better of other peo- 
 ple, suited her down to the ground. But though 
 she had chosen her son-in-law herself, she was not 
 particularly proud of him. Privately, despite his 
 superficial brilliancy, she considered him more or 
 less of a fraud. To ruffle his tiresome serenity by 
 introducing some thorny question was her especial 
 delight. She had a whole collection of these little 
 bones of contention which it was her habit to pro- 
 duce whenever her nervous system demanded the 
 stimulus of a dispute. 
 
 Since his retirement the bones of contention were 
 more frequently produced. It was, indeed, hard 
 to forgive him for his virtual disgrace. Despite 
 her eighty-one summers (or, perhaps, winters), 
 Lady Aurelia was the member of the family who 
 fretted most visibly upon the shelf. 
 
 Yes, Christian had ended disappointingly. But, 
 luckily, there was Vincent. Upon Vincent Lady 
 Aurelia placed even greater hopes than upon his
 
 4 8 
 
 father. The future, which, with his abilities, his 
 ambition and, of course, the "right sort of mar- 
 riage" to help Vincent was bound to attain, 
 formed the brightest star upon the horizon of the 
 fallen family. The discussion of the possibilities 
 open to him was the staple subject of conversation 
 which neither wearied nor grew stale, and to which 
 Whistler being disposed of the talk at the din- 
 ner-table had returned, as surely as does the river 
 to its course. 
 
 "I wonder if there is any news to-night? Vin- 
 cent is so late," said Cissy, casting a glance at a 
 folded napkin before an unoccupied chair. 
 
 "He expected to get away from the Foreign 
 Office by seven, but evidently he has been kept. 
 That may mean anything, you know. Perhaps an- 
 other battle in Manchuria ?" 
 
 Chrissie's eyes sparkled at the prospect. 
 
 "A battle in Manchuria wouldn't be nearly as 
 interesting as a vacancy in a secretaryship," mum- 
 bled Lady Aurelia over her minced chicken the 
 only preparation of food which her unarmed jaws 
 could grapple with. "Lord Cleghorn as good as 
 promised him the next one. But it all depends 
 under whom. A secretary has no chance under a 
 chief who is a fool, and we've got several fools rep- 
 resenting us just now." 
 
 "It will be hard not seeing him and not getting 
 the news first-hand," said Chrissie, wistfully. "But, 
 of course, he cannot miss a good opportunity. If it
 
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 was New York, now, that would be nice; for he 
 might pick up an American heiress, and he needs 
 an heiress, doesn't he, granny?" 
 
 "He needs a woman who knows how to sit at the 
 head of a dinner-table, and who won't blush up to 
 her ears when an Emperor or a Sultan or a great 
 Mogul speaks to her." 
 
 "Americans never blush, granny." 
 
 "Shows their sense. He's welcome to his Yan- 
 kee, so long as she doesn't smell too hard of salt 
 pork or tallow candles. Or he may go in for con- 
 nexions instead of money, if he has a fancy that 
 way. A handle to a name comes in quite as use- 
 fully as a gold-bag, at times. I'd give him plenty 
 of tether. The only thing he mustn't do is to marry 
 a country bumpkin. In that event I get straight 
 into my grave. A woman who doesn't know how 
 to put on her clothes and who babbles of green fields 
 would blast the career of a Talleyrand. And now 
 I beg that Cissy should cease making bread pellets, 
 as they are beginning to get upon my nerves." 
 
 "Green fields," be it here parenthetically ob- 
 served, stood very low in her ladyship's graces. It 
 was the air of capitals that was the breath of her 
 nostrils, inhaled for so long as to produce a distinct 
 antipathy to things rural. "Live in the country and 
 keep a trap ! You can't get much lower than that !" 
 she had been heard to comment upon the life-pro- 
 gramme of a young couple of her acquaintance. 
 
 "They're pretty, though, sometimes, the country
 
 50 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 bumpkins," remarked Sir Christian, smiling as 
 though at an agreeable recollection. "Braxton had 
 a wife of that sort, I remember. It's true that she 
 didn't know how to put on her clothes, but she had 
 the most wonderful complexion." 
 
 "And it's true, too, that he left the service a long 
 way before the top of the ladder, isn't it?" 
 
 "Not because of that, dear lady, I think." 
 
 "Oh, no, to be sure. He made a fool of himself 
 in some other way, didn't he? At the Valaville 
 Conference, if I remember right. I wonder if it 
 was by letting out that there was nothing remaining 
 to confer about, since each delegate arrived with his 
 signature in his pocket?" 
 
 The Valaville Conference was one of the favour- 
 ite bones of contention maintained by the dowager 
 to have been a hollow farce, planned for the pur- 
 pose of affording some extra good dinners to certain 
 bon vivant statesmen; for "Lady Mummy's" 
 tongue could not always keep off even the profes- 
 sion an aspersion upon the honour of his sex as 
 well as of his calling which even Sir Christian's 
 suavity could not tamely swallow. 
 
 Upon his bland face the effect of the remark was 
 as visible as that of a stone flung into smooth water. 
 
 "But there was plenty to confer about, I assure 
 you," he protested with pained dignity. "Nothing 
 but the preliminaries had been settled. Europe was 
 expecting it. To call it off at the last moment would
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 51 
 
 never have done. It is always impolitic to disap- 
 point public expectation." 
 
 "I expect it would have been more impolitic to 
 disappoint the appetites of a few of your colleagues, 
 and after the chef had been engaged, too! Call it 
 the vol-au-vent conference, and be done with it! 
 Hi, hi!" 
 
 "I assure you, my dear Lady Aurelia " 
 
 "As if I didn't know what the assurances of your 
 profession are worth!" chuckled her ladyship, with 
 that detachment from the trammels of that same 
 profession which she was able to exercise whenever 
 it served ends. Nothing, in fact, amused her so 
 much as to throw stones or, at any rate, pebbles 
 at the idol of her heart. 
 
 "But what has the Valaville Conference to do 
 with Vincent's future wife?" interposed Chrissie, 
 seizing upon what seemed to be a good opportunity 
 of practising the gentle and strictly diplomatic art 
 of arbitration. 
 
 "Leave me alone with Vincent's future wife! 
 Don't oppress me with her ! Don't choke me with 
 her! Give me room to fall!" ejaculated Lady 
 Aurelia, waving a pair of skin-and-bone hands 
 above her empty plate, as though to ward off a 
 thronging crowd. Both the ejaculation and the ges- 
 ture were familiar to her intimates, though, as a 
 matter of fact, it was Lady Aurelia who more fre- 
 quently crowded upon her fellow-creatures than 
 they upon her. Neither the space asked for being
 
 52 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 granted had she ever betrayed the least intention 
 of falling. 
 
 "I'm dead sick of Vincent and his future wife. 
 And now I beg that Christian should* pass the Ma- 
 deira with the least possible delay." 
 
 The Madeira had been passed and drunk, and 
 dessert was on the table, when the electric bell 
 buzzed shrilly. 
 
 "Vincent!" cried both Dresden shepherdesses in 
 one breath, while Sir Christian, laying down his 
 fruit-knife, turned expectantly towards the door, 
 which within the same minute opened to admit the 
 son of the house. 
 
 "At last !" said the family in general, partly with 
 their eyes and partly with their lips. Even Lady 
 Aurelia's black orbs twinkled in a way which scarce- 
 ly accorded with the satiety proclaimed a few min- 
 utes back. 
 
 "Haven't deserved my dinner, have I? And yet 
 I mean to have some!" laughed Vincent, as he first 
 grasped his father's hand and then, in foreign fash- 
 ion, kissed that of his grandmother nodding affec- 
 tionately to his sisters the while. 
 
 Sir Christian's heir, aged twenty-five, without 
 being quite as conspicuously ornamental, was at 
 least as imposing-looking as his father. If his eyes 
 were less brilliant, his eyebrows less sweeping and 
 his nose less decorative, he made up for it in other 
 ways. Upon the shoulders of an athlete though 
 somewhat more loosely carried than athletes usually
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 53 
 
 bear themselves the compact brown head, just 
 touched with gold, seemed small, and yet was well 
 in proportion with his height. The clean-shaven, 
 clear-cut features might have been called boyish but 
 for a certain disharmony between the sunny, hazel 
 eyes and the somewhat too massive jaw, which, at 
 moments, had a trick of obstinately squaring. In 
 such moments the thin mouth could be grim, and, 
 with the hazel eyes darkening in sympathy, all the 
 brightness of the physiognomy was shut up out of 
 sight. His sisters were fond of saying that Vincent 
 had two faces, his playing face and his working 
 face. It might have been as correct to say the face 
 given him by nature and the one developed by cir- 
 cumstances, the only question to decide being which 
 of the two represented the real Vincent. On the 
 whole he looked more like the captain of an eleven 
 or the stroke oar of a university boat than a diplo- 
 mat. 
 
 "Much you'd attain if you only got your de- 
 serts," remarked Lady Amelia in a growl which 
 was not meant to be affectionate, but which suffi- 
 ciently betrayed the whereabouts of the weak spot 
 in her withered heart. 
 
 The hazel eyes went round the table. 
 
 "Wasn't Cousin Minna to have dined here to- 
 night?" 
 
 "She was. Cried off because of some meeting or 
 other." 
 
 "Never mind Minna now. Rather give an ac-
 
 54 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 count of yourself. What's the last political plot 
 you've been hatching? And whom have you been 
 telling lies to so hard as to forget the dinner-hour?" 
 
 "I haven't been telling lies to anybody," said 
 Vincent, with sudden sharpness, while upon the 
 brightness of his face there descended the periodical 
 shadow. 
 
 Lady Aurelia rocked her spare body from side 
 to side in an access of spasmodic hilarity. 
 
 "Your naivete is beyond anything, Vincent! 
 Why, the lies are half the fun I" 
 
 "Anything new?" hurriedly questioned Chrissie, 
 recognising dangerous ground. 
 
 "Nothing beyond what was in the evening pa- 
 pers." 
 
 "Ah, I don't mean about the war, but about your* 
 self any new opening?" 
 
 "Well, the newest thing is that I've come to a 
 decision." 
 
 "Ah ! Tell us all about it while you eat. We'll 
 smoke our cigarettes here, so as to be able to look 
 on," she urged; while Henders, the butler, brought 
 in with his own hands a miniature edition of the 
 dinner, carefully kept warm for the hope of the 
 family. 
 
 The cigarettes was one of the cosmopolitan hab- 
 its cultivated, not because either Chrissie or Cissy 
 at all enjoyed smoking, but because there are some 
 countries in which it is considered dowdy not to
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 55 
 
 smoke. And since one could not know what the 
 future 
 
 "Am I to talk with my mouth full?" 
 
 The momentary shadow had flown. It was the 
 playing face with which Vincent put the question 
 the white teeth well displayed, the hazel eyes brim- 
 ming gleefully. 
 
 "Of course you are." 
 
 "Really, you're very stupid to-day, Vincent," 
 quavered Lady Aurelia. "Allow me to beg that 
 you should come to the point." 
 
 "All right, granny! It's only that I've made 
 up my mind to learn Hungarian." 
 
 The family face fell all round. 
 
 "Is that all?" 
 
 "Yes for the present. But it's to lead to more, 
 I hope. You evidently haven't been, following Eu- 
 ropean events as closely as Asiatic ones. They're 
 going it strong, Kossuth and his lot. Cleghorn 
 thinks the movement, once started, will prove irre- 
 sistible. Within a measurable number of years 
 possibly of months they will have gained their 
 point which is virtual independence. That, of 
 course, means separate representation a new Em- 
 bassy at Budapest. And that again means that 
 attaches who can talk Hungarian will be at a pre- 
 mium. See? It's my own idea. Rather neat, I 
 think. What do you say to it, granny?" 
 
 He looked towards his grandmother as to the 
 chief authority present.
 
 56 
 
 Lady Aurelia executed a toothless smile. 
 
 "I say that you're not quite as blind as a bat. 
 It'll take a little time before I despair of you yet." 
 
 "Thank you. That's all I wanted. And now 
 the next thing I've got to do is to look out for a 
 Hungarian teacher." 
 
 "An excellent plan!" beamed Sir Christian, while 
 Chrissie and Cissy revived under this new light cast 
 upon the situation. The idea must be good if 
 granny approved of it. 
 
 "An advertisement would be the best thing, I 
 suppose. I expect it will be a deuce of a matter to 
 find a good Hungarian teacher in London. If I 
 wanted to learn Chinese or Malayan, I've no doubt 
 I'd be overwhelmed with offers. But who takes 
 Hungarian lessons nowadays?" 
 
 "I know!" cried Chrissie, abruptly, abandoning 
 the cigarette she had been struggling with. "You 
 won't need the advertisement. I've just remem- 
 bered. Herr Hartmann was saying the other day 
 that his daughter speaks Hungarian." 
 
 "Who is Herr Hartmann?" 
 
 "That old German who gives us lessons. At 
 least, he's an Austrian; but he speaks German per- 
 fectly, and English, too, for the matter of that. In 
 fact, we began by taking him for an Englishman. 
 However, he sticks to being an Austrian. He has 
 been in London quite a short time, and both he and 
 his daughter give German lessons. It said so in
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 57 
 
 the advertisement. But he says that she speaks 
 Hungarian, too." 
 
 "H-m ! That might do. And have you seen this 
 young woman?" 
 
 "No; and I don't know about her being young. 
 Probably she's an alte Jungfer, for the father is 
 quite old; at least, he has got an absolutely white 
 beard, and looks rather ill, too, or rather wretched, 
 or something." 
 
 "And he's a possible sort of person?" 
 
 "Oh, a gentleman isn't he, granny?" 
 
 "The wreck of a gentleman, you mean." 
 
 "Well, as long as the daughter isn't the wreck 
 of a lady I should rather object to being put 
 through my verbs by a person with a past. It 
 mightn't be proper, you know." 
 
 "I should object to the process far more if car- 
 ried out by a person with a future," said Lady 
 Aurelia, incisively. "But I almost think Herr 
 Hartmann's daughter can be taken on trust. He 
 doesn't look like the father of chickens." 
 
 "He's coming to-morrow," remarked Cissy. 
 
 "To be sure he is ! We'll open negotiations. You 
 must give us your days and hours. And, by the 
 bye, where are the lessons to take place?" 
 
 "Here, by all means," decided Lady Aurelia, 
 who had, perhaps, been reflecting. "Even an alte 
 Jungfer would probably object to going to your 
 rooms they're a prudish lot, those Germans 
 and, of course, you would object to going to hers."
 
 58 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "I'm agreeable," said Vincent, vigorously attack- 
 ing his cutlet. 
 
 And thus, light-heartedly, the resolution was 
 taken.
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 ANTIGONE 
 
 THE 'bus was packed, inside and out; the hang- 
 ing-straps much in request, the toes of the sitters 
 proportionately endangered; yet, despite the unrest 
 of exits and entrances, despite even the complication 
 of wet umbrellas brought in by each newcomer, 
 there existed in this miniature, moving crowd a 
 centre of interest, as a certain unanimity in the di- 
 rection of glances amply proved. 
 
 This centre was to be found under the brim of a 
 grey felt hat, which looked rather more "supe- 
 rior" than the average of hats met in 'buses. No 
 other than a girl's face very young, very fresh 
 its freshness set off by a pair of the darkest eyes 
 which ever had the right to call themselves blue. 
 It was towards the corner in which she sat that 
 most heads, of both sexes, showed a propensity for 
 turning, almost as steadily as the needle to the 
 magnet; it was at this point that the usual circular 
 glance with which the newcomer takes stock of his 
 companions stopped almost automatically, to pass 
 on again hurriedly if the person was discreet, to fix 
 
 59
 
 60 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 itself, more or less openly, if he were the reverse. 
 To be able to stare even furtively at a beautiful 
 woman is, after all, a treat not lightly to be fore- 
 gone, and a rare mitigation of the weariness of 'bus- 
 travelling. The treat was granted to many to-day, 
 for she had come from a long way west. The con- 
 ductor, a wizened, little, grey-haired man with a 
 scarlet button of a nose, was beginning to look upon 
 her almost with a proprietor's eye, and in deep ap- 
 proval. Unquestionably she conferred distinction 
 upon the 'bus. "Such a beauty as we 'ave in here!" 
 he felt inclined to whisper to each passenger that 
 pressed past him. 
 
 Upon the girl in the grey hat both the approval 
 and the indiscretion were lost. Visibly she was too 
 deep in her own reflections to be aware of either. 
 Not exhilarating, these reflections, apparently; for 
 more than once the delicate, dark eyebrows drew 
 together, and every now and then the red underlip 
 trembled, as lips are apt to tremble when tears are 
 near, and then was worried back into quietude by 
 a set of small, white teeth which, for all their white- 
 ness, gleamed a trifle fiercely. Down the whole 
 length of Brompton Road she sat staring out of the 
 window opposite with fixed eyes which probably 
 saw little of the shop-windows in which the gas, just 
 lit, flared successively upon cheap blouses and petti- 
 coats, upon joints of beef and mutton, upon the wax 
 busts in the hair-dressers' windows. It was not 
 until Brompton Road had melted into Cromwell
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 61 
 
 Road that she appeared, with a sort of jerk, to 
 return to actualities. 
 
 Room was made for her to pass, almost reluc- 
 tantly; the wizened conductor's hand put at her 
 disposal for descent, behind her back more than one 
 comment exchanged. 
 
 The 'bus rolled on, and she stood alone on the 
 pavement, and now, at last, profiting of the privacy 
 of the crowd, eased her feelings with an unmistak- 
 able sigh. It was a sigh more full of an angry im- 
 patience than of anything else, and it was with an 
 angry impatience, too, that she now gathered her 
 skirt into one hand, while in the other she balanced 
 her umbrella, for the April evening remained per- 
 sistently wet. The umbrella had a silver handle, 
 but there was a fresh rent in the silk, and the wind 
 was driving the rain straight into her face, and the 
 packet of books under her arm was an encumbrance, 
 and, altogether, life had frequently been very much 
 easier than the form under which it presented itself 
 at this moment. 
 
 Fortunately, the remaining distance was not 
 great, and the narrow side-street of Cromwell Road 
 a street to be called "dingy" only because there 
 exists no stronger suitable adjective in the English 
 language saved her, at any rate, from the jostle 
 of the evening crowd. Here the sooty brick wall 
 on either side was identified as houses only by the 
 doors and windows piercing it at regular intervals. 
 Without this advertisement a stranger to London
 
 62 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 might have easily mistaken them for the walls of a 
 prison-yard. Some one with a sense of humour had 
 christened the spot Filbert Gardens." 
 
 Upon the doorstep of one of these painfully indi- 
 vidualised houses the bearer of the umbrella stopped 
 and rang the bell, with another sigh, this time of 
 relief of a premature relief, however, since a sec- 
 ond and a third application to the bell was needed 
 before slipshod steps became audible. The steps 
 flew, however, and the door was torn open to a 
 width obviously intended as a compensation for 
 tardiness. 
 
 "Lor', Miss 'Artmann! If I'd known it was 
 you !" The face which looked out upon the new- 
 comer was adorned with a welcoming grin. A set 
 of painfully irregular teeth, each leaning in its own 
 individual direction somewhat after the fashion of 
 gravestones in an ancient burying-ground looked 
 almost as alarmingly wild as did the unkempt hair, 
 innocent of cap. The attire was even dirtier, the 
 hands even redder, and the nose even lumpier than 
 the average of these features in the "general" of 
 third-class London lodging-houses; but the breadth 
 and obvious sincerityof the grin made up for every- 
 thing or might have done so, had other circum- 
 stances not been so particularly trying to-night. 
 
 "You might have known it was me, if you had 
 taken the trouble to look at the clock," said the girl 
 in the grey hat, with the sharpness of fatigue. "I'm 
 late enough, as it is."
 
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 The grin was extinguished by a look of almost 
 comical consternation, while the small, pig-like eyes 
 became abject. 
 
 "I'm that sorry, miss, I can't tell ye!" she hum- 
 bly protested. "And you so dhreadful wet! Why, 
 it's got on to yer hat yer ghrand, pritty hat! Sure, 
 I was tellin' Mrs. Martin but yesterday that there's 
 no hat loike it in the whole of Brompton Road I 
 I'm thinkin' there must be a hole in your umbreller, 
 entirely! Just you give it me sthraight off your 
 head, and I'll take it to the kitchen fire. For the 
 love of the saints, give it me, my sweet young lidy 1" 
 pleaded Pattie, the purity of whose brogue had, 
 owing to a long metropolitan residence, become 
 considerably contaminated by cockney vowels. 
 
 Upon the blue-eyed girl's face impatience and 
 amusement struggled visibly for the red hands 
 showed signs of appropriating the hat by brute 
 force, if need be but in the end she burst out 
 laughing. 
 
 "There take it, in heaven's name ! Only, mind 
 you don't put it in the fire by mistake. And, Pattie, 
 I'm sorry I spoke so sharply; but, oh, you don't 
 know how tired I am !" 
 
 "Shairply?" 
 
 Pattie, overwhelmed by so unprecedented a thing 
 as an apology, seemed ready to collapse on the floor, 
 hat and all. "Thai's not what Mrs? Martin calls 
 shairply. Sure, onless her hand's in it, as well as 
 her tongue or, maybe, her toe, whiles," added
 
 64 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Pattie, with a wink of her tiny eyes which indicated 
 a perfect appreciation of the humour of the situa- 
 tion "she doesn't think she's spoken to me at all. 
 The idea of your bein' sorry ! Holy Saints ! And 
 after such a bad day as you must have had of itl 
 You 'ave had a bad day, 'aven't you, miss?" 
 
 "Baddish. But I daresay you've had a worse 
 one." 
 
 The blue-eyed girl was actually smiling again. 
 
 "Me, miss? What's that to do with it? Sure, 
 I'm used to it, aren't I ? But any one can see that 
 you're not. The red hands waved in a manner 
 perilous to the grey hat. "It's in a foine coach you 
 should be rhidin', and not in a dhirty 'bus. Any 
 one with half an eye can see " 
 
 "Hush, Pattie! Nobody has got any business 
 to see anything! Is my father come in yet?" 
 
 "Not he, miss ; though I put on the foire, as you 
 told me to. And you'll be wantin' your supper, 
 I'mthinkin'?" 
 
 "Not until my father comes in." 
 
 The blue-eyed girl opened a door off the narrow 
 entrance, and, groping her way to the mantelpiece, 
 put a match to the gas and looked about her. 
 
 The forethought which had lit the fire in the 
 grate had not stretched to the maintenance of it, 
 for which reason the room was distinctly chilly. 
 Needless to say that it was also ugly, with that in- 
 trinsically mean and sordid ugliness which is a 
 specialite of the cheap London lodging. There
 
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 was the usual narrow mantelpiece of painted wood, 
 with the usual glass vases and china baskets upon it, 
 the usual dim table which had once been shiny, the 
 usual straight-backed chairs and unreposeful sofa; 
 while it would have been as hazardous as it gener- 
 ally is to form a conjecture as to the original colour 
 of the narrow chintz curtains, or the original pat- 
 tern of the much-trodden carpet. Yet, beside this 
 rockbed of fundamental features there were a few 
 touches noticeable which spoke of attempts at a 
 sort of superficial correction; to these belonged the 
 primroses in the vases, and a couple of bright cush- 
 ions on the sofa. An iron bedstead and a tin wash- 
 ing-table proclaimed the room to be a bedroom, but 
 the presence of a quaint Japanese paper screen and 
 of some books upon the table indicated that it was 
 expected to play the sitting-room as well. 
 
 Having looked about her, Miss 'Artmann, other- 
 wise Irma Harding, first applied herself to coaxing 
 back into flame the embers in the grate by means of 
 the dregs of the coal-scuttle. This successfully 
 achieved, she put a few chairs straight, pulled the 
 least uncomfortable of them to the fire, fetched a 
 pair of slippers from behind the screen and put them 
 to toast, pulled out a few faded primroses and re- 
 settled the others, and finally turned up the gas a 
 little higher. It was not until she was satisfied, 
 comparatively speaking, with the look of the room 
 that she retired to the one alongside a much 
 smaller one, with its window to the backyard, and
 
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 with not even the pretence of a fire in the grate to 
 divest herself of her damp jacket and boots. 
 
 Presently she was back again, and, sitting down 
 before the fire, proceeded to think out the latest 
 thing in difficulties, one of the many which had 
 strewn the fugitives' path since the day on which, 
 under cover of the morning's shadows, they had left 
 the house in the Vienna Ringstrasse. 
 
 How long ago it seemed, that winter dawn full 
 of the hurry of packing and the poignancy of fare- 
 wells! How far away, already, that moment at 
 which she had got into the cab, alone with her dully 
 passive father I Until they reached Hamburg, late 
 that night, he had retained the same dazed expres- 
 sion of face which had been there during the terrible 
 family scene. It was the sight of the shipmasts 
 on the Elbe which seemed to bring him back to 
 reality. No decision had yet been come to as to 
 their further destination, and Irma now called for 
 one. During the whole of the day's voyage every- 
 thing had been left to her, but to decide the main 
 question she did not feel competent, though she 
 urged New York, as the most obvious thing. But 
 here an unlooked-for opposition met her Harding 
 pleaded for London. It would be just as safe, he 
 assured her, since for years past he had been prac- 
 tically expatriated. So long as he kept clear of the 
 quarter of the city in which was situated the mother 
 establishment of the "Anglo-Saxon," and where his 
 face was known from his flying business visits, there
 
 6? 
 
 really existed no danger. And he dreaded the long 
 sea-voyage. The eagerness of his arguments be- 
 trayed some thought behind. But Irma did not 
 guess that this thought was the dread of putting the 
 ocean between him and the woman he still adored. 
 With only the Channel between, the hope of a 
 meeting if only a final one did not seem so ut- 
 terly extravagant. Not even the scene after the 
 ball had been able to shatter the idol, though it 
 could not fail to tear off some of its glittering veils. 
 In truth, it had not really altered the respective po- 
 sitions of husband and wife, but only intensified 
 them. It was not for her goodness or her generos- 
 ity that he had loved Isabella, but just because she 
 was Isabella, and she remained Isabella still. Pas- 
 sions of this description are nearly allied to mono- 
 mania, and monomaniacs, as is well known, are not 
 susceptible even to the plainest demonstration. 
 
 So London it had been. And London had swal- 
 lowed them up as tracelessly as only London can. 
 What other stomach, indeed, could so perfectly di- 
 gest the miscellaneous morsels flung to it daily? 
 
 The hunt for the defrauding bank director had 
 passed harmlessly over their heads and across the 
 ocean to their originally proposed place of refuge. 
 That "doubling back" from Hamburg had proved 
 a far more effective measure for throwing off the 
 scent than either of them had imagined. 
 
 London pavement, then, was the battlefield on 
 which the life-struggle was to be fought out. It
 
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 was a sharper and, in especial, a meaner and less 
 picturesque battle than Irma, in her ignorance, had 
 supposed. Did she, for this, regret having accepted 
 the challenge of Fate? With her hand upon her 
 heart she could have answered, No. For any such 
 defection her spirit was too high, her motive too 
 sincere. Yet, it was inevitable that after the exal- 
 tation of the critical moment reaction should follow. 
 Excitement cannot persist, though purpose may. 
 Having actually done the thing, she was, at 
 moments, seized by a sort of panic, as of a person 
 who, having swung himself to the pinnacle 
 of a high rock, wonders, giddily, whether he will 
 be able to keep his balance at that height. But 
 these were but moments of weakness, ever and 
 again triumphed over by a stronger emotion the 
 instinct of protection towards the poor, bruised man 
 whose only moral support she knew herself to be. 
 Having forced him to live, against his own will, she 
 felt bound also to help him to live. The weight of 
 responsibility thus thrown upon her had, as with 
 the stroke of a hammer, transformed her person- 
 ality, just as a stroke will steady and fix that which 
 it does not break down. And yet it would probably 
 be truer to speak of a revelation rather than a 
 transformation. That stroke of the hammer might 
 as easily be supposed, by shattering the crust of 
 superficial qualities, to have brought to light the 
 true substance of the soul beneath. If it is true that 
 nothing can be taken out of a sack but what is in
 
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 it, then it would be equally true that Irma was 
 brave and generous and unselfish even in the days 
 when she appeared to be only gay and good-natured 
 and pleasure-seeking ; but it had wanted the blow of 
 the hammer to discover it even to herself. 
 
 To see the wrecked man gradually regaining his 
 hold upon life, to mark his humble gratitude, was 
 reward enough for all sacrifices or, at any rate, 
 for all those which had yet been asked. When, 
 with a smile that was sadder than a sigh, he would 
 call her his Antigone, her heart beat high. This 
 Antigone meant to do even more than the other 
 Antigone had done, for she meant to fill up by her 
 devotion alone the hole that had been torn in his 
 life; and in the sanguine enthusiasm of her years, 
 and despite the blankness of the eyes which wan- 
 dered wearily, as eyes are apt to wander which have 
 lost their real object of vision, she actually believed 
 she would succeed. 
 
 A primary necessity was, of course, that he 
 should never guess at her moments of discourage- 
 ment. In truth, the effort of maintaining a smiling 
 face had not been over-great so far, for the situation 
 still bore that character of newness which, at eigh- 
 teen, makes up for a good deal. It was almost pos- 
 sible at moments, anyway to persuade herself 
 that they were only playing at being poor. 
 
 But to-day's events might easily bring the game 
 unpleasantly near to reality. Her best lesson had 
 just been called off, the lesson which, together with
 
 70 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 her father's two hours a week in Sir Christian Den- 
 holm's house, had proved the piece de resistance 
 of their modest existence. Not even the first days 
 in London had held so critical a moment as this; 
 for during those first weeks there had still been 
 some ready money, thanks to which they had been 
 able to advertise so judiciously as to secure almost 
 immediate occupation. The lessons at the Denholms 
 had been an extraordinary piece of luck, and so 
 had her own employment in the house of a motor 
 manufacturer who had already motored himself 
 into his second million, and did not mean to stop 
 before his tenth. The son and heir, aged seven, 
 was being trained to represent the "Cerberus" mo- 
 tor on the Continent, for which purpose the Ger- 
 man language was naturally indispensable. The 
 somewhat brusque dismissal given to-day had been 
 explained by a change of plans which was obviously 
 a pretext. It was not the plans which were at 
 fault, as Irma easily guessed, but her pupil's bache- 
 lor uncle likewise partner in the "Cerberus" 
 who, having chanced to come in during one of the 
 lessons, had developed in his nephew's progress an 
 interest which the family obviously considered sus- 
 picious. Oh, Irma understood quite well. She had 
 not been through a Vienna carnival for nothing. 
 And yet how innocent she felt of even the faintest 
 desire to attract the attention of the well-washed, 
 well-groomed, well-nourished young Croesus ! She 
 knew how to do it ah, yes! quite well had she
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 71 
 
 not practised upon Baron Kiraly? But she was no 
 longer quite the same girl who had exchanged ban- 
 tering remarks with the black-eyed Baron, and she 
 was already too anxious about her daily bread to 
 endanger it by playing any foolish pranks. 
 
 Instinctively, at this point of her reflections, she 
 raised her eyes to the mantelpiece. There, among 
 the vases and baskets, was throned that same penny 
 doll which she had danced upon her knee during 
 the "toy-shop figure" of the cotillon, and which, in 
 the hurry of the precipitate packing, had got thrown 
 into her box by mistake, with its wooden leg en- 
 tangled in her lace handkerchief. It was with a 
 curious sort of pang that she had discovered it at 
 the end of the voyage, and set it up deliberately on 
 the most conspicuous spot of the room. The little 
 wooden atom in the spangled pink skirt and with 
 the bead necklace around its thin neck seemed to 
 her like the embodiment of all that brilliant time 
 which lay behind her, the very personification of 
 the gay Vienna carnival. It could harm no one, 
 not even her father, if she occasionally refreshed 
 herself by a fancy excursion into that region of lost 
 delights. Pattie, from the first, had succumbed to 
 the charms of the pink doll. 
 
 "What's her name, miss?" she had asked on a 
 certain day on which Irma had discovered her gig- 
 gling in front of the mantelpiece. 
 
 "Her name? I think her name is Vindobona," 
 said Irma, after a pause, as spontaneously the clas-
 
 72 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 sic name of the beloved residence rose to her 
 mind. 
 
 From that day on "Winderboney" the near- 
 est that Pattie could achieve had become a per- 
 sonage. To dispose of the spangled figure in what 
 she considered to be the most becoming positions, 
 and to put her wooden limbs through contortions as 
 excruciating as those of the most highly paid acro- 
 bats, was to the "general" a source of never-ending 
 delight. To-day, butterfly fashion, she was hover- 
 ing on one leg in the middle of a primrose bunch, 
 with arms stretched wildly overhead. To Irma's 
 disturbed imagination the gesture seemed one of 
 distraction. 
 
 "Lessons ! Lessons ! Help ! Help ! Give me 
 new lessons! Pupils to the rescue!" the pink doll 
 seemed to be shrieking; and the fancied cry mingled 
 in Irma's mind with a very real desire to throttle 
 the fat and smiling Mr. Potts, junior. 
 
 The bitterest part still remained that of telling 
 her father of the lost lessons. And yet she wished 
 he was here already to be told. With the anxiety 
 of her new-born solicitude she listened for his ring, 
 and, when it came, sprang up with an alacrity which 
 easily forestalled Pattie, who, to judge from the 
 nature of the sounds proceeding from lower regions, 
 was being severely belaboured by Mrs. Martin's 
 tongue, if not actually by her hands. 
 
 "Another saucer, probably," thought Irma, as 
 she sped to the door; for Mrs. Martin was most
 
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 emphatically not "mistress of herself" when china 
 fell, and the amount of china which fell under 
 Pattie's care defied calculation she belonging to 
 the category of people whose fingers are best de- 
 scribed as "all thumbs." 
 
 "So late, papa! You must be drenched. Come 
 in quickly. Your slippers are beautifully toasted, 
 and supper will soon be here at least, I hope so, if 
 Pattie has left enough plates whole to serve it on." 
 
 All the worry of a moment back was swept out 
 of sight. She must tell him of the loss, of course, 
 but, at least, she would tell it to him with a smile on 
 her lips. 
 
 "What has kept you so long?" 
 
 "Various things: a block in the street, a wrong 
 'bus I got into. Then I left my umbrella at the 
 bookshop where I was choosing a grammar and 
 had to tramp back for it." 
 
 "Poor papa ! Are you very tired ?" 
 
 "Not more than usual," said the present Herr 
 Hartmann, in a tone which betrayed complete in- 
 difference on the subject. Then, while Irma helped 
 him out of his overcoat : "And how have you fared, 
 Irma?" 
 
 It was the usual comparing of daily notes be- 
 tween the exiles. 
 
 "Oh, pretty well. I'll tell you all about it pres- 
 ently. But first get comfortable, and I'll ring for 
 supper. I do hope you've not overdone yourself." 
 
 She looked at him critically, much as an anxious
 
 74 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 mother might look at a delicate child. In her af- 
 fection, indeed, for the being who, both physically 
 and mentally, was so much weaker than herself 
 there was more of the maternal than of the filial. 
 
 The Herr Hartmann who presently sank down 
 on to the chair before the fire and passively allowed 
 his feet to be put into the slippers which Irma, now 
 kneeling on the floor, held ready, was a come-down 
 even from the Mr. Harding who, on a February 
 day, now two months back, had taken a revolver 
 out of a drawer. The dull eyes lay deeper in the 
 sockets ; the stoop was no longer that of a man who 
 bends over, rather of one who bends under, a thing. 
 The beard which mercifully covered the uneasy 
 mouth had grown as white as that of a man of sev- 
 enty a disguise in itself. Yet were the weary eyes 
 not without occasional gleams of a sort of tender 
 surprise. One of these gleams came to them now 
 as he watched Irma on her knees. It was so un- 
 usual a thing to be waited on that it astonished him 
 anew each time. 
 
 Suddenly he stooped forward and patted her 
 brown head. 
 
 "You're a good girl, Irma ! And I've got a good 
 piece of news for you, too!" 
 
 Irma looked up, flushing with pleasure, more at 
 the praise than at the promise. 
 
 "Have you, papa? Out with it, then! I'm 
 rather in want of something good." 
 
 "Well, what do you say to a new pupil? And
 
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 do you feel able to play the Hungarian mistress as 
 well as the German?" 
 
 Irma got rapidly to her feet. 
 
 "A new pupil ? But, papa, that is just what I've 
 been praying for ! Tell me about it quickly ! Boy 
 or girl? What age? How often a week? Will 
 they pay well ? Gracious, how mercenary one does 
 get, to be sure !" And her laugh rang out as mer- 
 rily as in the days of prosperity. 
 
 * 'They '11 pay very well; and it's a boy, but rather 
 a big boy, I gather, since he's in the Foreign Office." 
 
 Irma's face fell. 
 
 "Oh, a young man. I've had rather enough of 
 young men for the present. There are certain in- 
 conveniences attached to the species." 
 
 "I've thought of the inconveniences, and I've 
 stipulated that the lessons are to take place in the 
 presence of the grandmother, a regular double-dyed 
 old dragon, whose mere look ought to be enough 
 to extinguish any flirtatious inclinations on the part 
 of the grandson. But I didn't think it necessary 
 to mention your exact age; it might have frightened 
 them off, though it seems he's very keen about the 
 lessons. He's a diplomat who, for some profes- 
 sional reason or other, wants to learn the language. 
 It's rather a chance; but if you don't like the idea, 
 of course we can cry off." 
 
 "Cry off? Not for worlds!" 
 
 All Irma's spirit of enterprise had risen to the 
 surface.
 
 76 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "I'll keep the diplomat in order, never fear, papa, 
 even without the dragon's intervention. Of course, 
 she'll suspect me of wanting to make eyes at him 
 they always do ; but I don't mean even to give him 
 a chance of discovering what colour my eyes are; 
 they shall be continually glued to the book just 
 you see if they won't! And I'll brush my hair 
 smooth and coil it tight and make myself look as 
 spinstery as I possibly can. Oh, how tiresome peo- 
 ple are, and how much more convenient a plain face 
 would be in my profession of life, that is to say." 
 
 "Hadn't you something to tell me?" asked 
 Harding, as he watched her, with his faint smile. 
 
 "Ah, that doesn't matter now. It's only that 
 I've lost a pupil, that Potts boy, you know. I was 
 rather down in the mouth about it when you came 
 in because of the hole in the budget. But the diplo- 
 mat fills up the hole beautifully. I say, papa, what 
 faces they'll make when I come into the room ! I'll 
 bet anything they're expecting the regular accom- 
 plished old cat. I hope that shock won't be too 
 great for them. No, after all, I don't want to be 
 plain, but I'm going to be terribly proper!" 
 
 As a proof of which Irmaclapped her hands and 
 took a waltz-turn round the dim table and almost 
 up against Pattie, who at that moment appeared 
 with the supper-tray and woefully swollen eyes. 
 The child within Irma, though generally invisible 
 nowadays, was not yet dead, after all. 
 
 "What was it, Pattie a saucer?" she queried,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 77 
 
 breathless but sympathetic. "Mrs. Martin seemed 
 to be in very fine form." 
 
 "A a soup-thereen, miss," gasped Pattie; "the 
 same as I broke last week." 
 
 "Pattie, you're a genius! Most people only 
 break things once. How do you manage?" 
 
 "And sure a thereen has two handles, hain't it?" 
 remarked Pattie, with a touch of offended dignity, 
 as of one whose powers are being unrightfully 
 doubted. 
 
 "To be sure ! But what a pity it's only two, 
 Pattie ! What are handles there for, I should like 
 to know ? But cheer up, Pattie this simplifies the 
 future considerably ! Without handles it'll be ever 
 so much easier to drop than with handles, you 
 know!" 
 
 Against this suggestion the gloom on Pattie's 
 face was not proof. Indeed, a saving sense of 
 humour was among the boons which a merciful 
 Providence had shed upon an otherwise not rosy 
 lot. So instantaneous was the display of the crazy- 
 looking teeth, so abrupt the burst of laughter, that 
 Irma's intervention alone saved the plates from the 
 fate predicted for the remains of the tureen.
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 THE PUPIL 
 
 DESPITE her brave speeches, it was for Irma a 
 nervous moment when Henders, with a dignity of 
 demeanour before which in her unfamiliarity with 
 the genus "British butler" she secretly quailed, 
 preceded her up the thickly carpeted staircase in 
 Eaton Place and into the presence of Lady Aurelia. 
 Not of Lady Aurelia alone, for with the exception 
 of the pupil himself, who had not come up to time 
 the family, by a sort of tacit understanding, had 
 gravitated towards the morning-room. Vincent's 
 Hungarian lessons, considering their purpose, could 
 not be regarded otherwise than as a family event. 
 
 When Henders, after the announcement of 
 "Miss 'Artmann," having closed the door behind 
 him Irma found herself opposite to a very old 
 lady with a dark yellow face, she instinctively 
 dropped a curtsey, and then checked herself half- 
 way, remembering that this was not Austria, while 
 the consciousness of her blunder, as well as of the 
 presence of three other people in the room, caused 
 the pink roses in her cheeks to deepen to crimson. 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 79 
 
 The dead silence which followed her entry, though 
 possibly flattering to her vanity, was nevertheless 
 disturbing. Each of the four people present was 
 virtually gaping mentally, if not physically, and 
 each after his or her fashion. Lady Aurelia's eyes 
 had narrowed to pin-points, the ex-Ambassador's 
 chronic smile became paralysed upon his lips, while 
 the animated Dresden figures drew nearer together, 
 visibly flurried. 
 
 Of course it was Lady Aurelia who recovered 
 first. 
 
 "You are Fraulein Hartmann?" she enquired, 
 after that brief and speechless pause, while her yel- 
 low hand groped for her eyeglasses. 
 
 "Yes, I am Fraulein Hartmann." 
 
 "Well, I shouldn't have thought so," decided 
 the dowager, having found and used her glasses; 
 and, devoid of logic though the remark might be, 
 it nevertheless very fairly represented the impres- 
 sions of the rest of the spectators. 
 
 "Will you allow me to help you out of your 
 jacket?" asked Sir Christian, quite himself again 
 now more than himself, in fact, since the sight of 
 such a face was almost enough to make the "wom- 
 an's man" forget his white hairs. 
 
 "Thank you. And my pupil ?" 
 
 Her eyes went round the room with the question, 
 but fell only upon Chrissie and Cissy standing close 
 together and still regarding her in undisguised as- 
 tonishment. There they hung for a moment wist-
 
 8o POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 fully. Girls of her own age, and living in the same 
 sort of social paradise in which she had once lived, 
 or one, at any rate, on the same level of material 
 comfort well cared for, jealously guarded, not ex- 
 posed to the accident of rude encounters. Her 
 heart tightened at the quick comparison. But these 
 were not her pupils, nor the old lady, nor the old 
 gentleman. There was nothing in the room that 
 could be construed into a diplomat. 
 
 "Your pupil will be here directly. The lesson 
 takes place in this room. I think you will find that 
 table convenient. You have books with you, I pre- 
 sume?" 
 
 "Nothing but a dictionary, as yet; but I have or- 
 dered a grammar. I was not prepared for giving 
 Hungarian lessons, you see; but I shall manage 
 meanwhile." 
 
 "Christian," remarked Lady Aurelia, who had 
 been impatiently watching her son-in-law's manipu- 
 lations, "I beg that you leave that jacket alone; 
 and I likewise beg that you leave Fraulein Hart- 
 mann and me alone. I wish to consult with her 
 about her method of teaching ; and, at any rate, we 
 can't do with so much public." 
 
 Thus unambiguously ordered from the room, 
 Chrissie and Cissy retired regretfully; for they had 
 hoped to pick up a few Hungarian crumbs, which 
 who knows ? might come in useful some day. And, 
 besides, Fraulein Hartmann's hat had a cachet of 
 its own, which would have been worth while study-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 81 
 
 ing. They were followed by their no less regretful 
 father. 
 
 "I have brought a copy-book," said Irma, in as 
 professional a tone as she could muster; for this 
 tete-a-tete with the "Dragon" was more than she 
 had bargained for. "Dictation is indispensable, of 
 course. I see there are plenty of pens, and I sup- 
 pose there is blotting-paper, too?" 
 
 There was no answer, and she looked up ner- 
 vously, to find Lady Aurelia regarding her with a 
 hard, unwinking stare. 
 
 "You have very fine eyes, my dear," was all the 
 answer made to the remark about the blotting- 
 paper. 
 
 Irma flushed hotly. 
 
 "Rather early in the acquaintance for the re- 
 mark, eh ? Perhaps it is, but at my age one doesn't 
 usually care about losing time. I therefore take 
 the liberty of repeating that you have very fine eyes. 
 Allow me to add that I hope you know how to man- 
 age them." 
 
 "I I don't understand." 
 
 "Oh, yes, you do unless you're a fool, which 
 you don't look. I said manage, mind, and not use. 
 Any idiot could use eyes like that; but it takes 
 brains, as well as will, to keep them in order. I 
 hope you can do that, for if you can't your pupil 
 will have to get his Hungarian lessons elsewhere." 
 
 Irma audibly gasped. "Lady Lady " 
 
 "Aurelia," supplemented the dowager, calmly.
 
 82 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "Lady Aurelia, I didn't expect to be " 
 
 "In case you are thinking of saying 'insulted,' I 
 should recommend you to reconsider the expression. 
 Pointing out plain facts isn't an insult, so far as I 
 know, and the fact of your being a young woman 
 and my grandson being a young man may, I think, 
 be considered as beyond dispute. These are cir- 
 cumstances under which the acquisition of languages 
 is apt to suffer. In fact, to be plain with you, if I 
 had seen you before to-day I would never have con- 
 sented to the arrangement." 
 
 "Neither would I, if I had known," burst out 
 the quivering Irma. "And I am quite ready, even 
 now, to break the engagement, if you so wish it. 
 I can go away at once this minute there is still 
 time " 
 
 But in this she was mistaken ; there was no more 
 time, for just then the door was flung open, and 
 Vincent, a little breathless from having, in the con- 
 sciousness of his tardiness, taken two steps at a time, 
 stood on the threshold. 
 
 "I am sorry, granny," he began, and then 
 stopped short, staring with almost unmannerly 
 breadth at the beautiful, angry girl in the middle-of 
 the room, whose quivering lips, shining eyes and 
 heaving bosom presented, a picture of emotion so 
 unconventional as almost to startle, among these 
 conventional surroundings. What was she doing 
 here? What had his grandmother been doing to 
 her? Where was the German spinster? The ques-
 
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 tions darted through his mind like the zigzags of 
 lightning. He was on the point of saying, "Will 
 you introduce me?" when Lady Aurelia, in some- 
 what trailing accents, remarked: 
 
 "This is your pupil, Fraulein Hartmann," where- 
 upon he executed what was probably the most awk- 
 ward bow of his life one not at all up to the height 
 of professional traditions. Even a diplomat could 
 not be expected so quickly to readjust the differences 
 between the alte Jungfer in his mind and the 
 Hungarian teacher, such as she presented herself 
 in the flesh. 
 
 With a sort of wrathful haughtiness, Irma in- 
 clined her head, scarcely glancing in his direction. 
 If there were any electricity in the air, such as is 
 supposed to accompany the first contact of two 
 human atoms who, from all eternity blindly, deaf- 
 ly, ignorantly have been travelling towards each 
 other, to meet at the appointed spot and in the ap- 
 pointed moment, it was lost upon Irma, overlaid 
 by the acuteness of the recent annoyance. Just as 
 plain and sharp as was his impression, just as faint 
 and blurred was hers. If she had burst upon his 
 sight, he had no more than dawned upon hers, and 
 not with any accompanying pleasure; for the indig- 
 nation against the grandmother could scarcely help 
 including the grandson. So this was the precious 
 youth who was to be guarded from the danger of 
 her glances ? Well, they would soon be able to esti- 
 mate the extent of that danger. She would look at
 
 84 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 him so little that, even meeting him in the street, 
 she would not know him again. And so little did 
 she look at him on that first day that she had no 
 more than a dim remembrance of rather remarkably 
 broad shoulders and a rather remarkably small 
 head. 
 
 "We were discussing methods of teaching," ob- 
 served Lady Aurelia, unperturbed. 
 
 "Ah! and you seem to have been having some 
 differences of opinion on the subject," laughed Vin- 
 cent, beginning to recover from the shock just re- 
 ceived, though it was only much later that he dis- 
 covered what the nature of that shock had actually 
 been. 
 
 "Only a very slight difference," said the unblush- 
 ing dowager. "And," she added, with a meaning 
 look towards the girl, "I believe Fraulein Hart- 
 mann has now perfectly grasped my intentions." 
 
 Irma met the small, black eyes, and for a moment 
 visibly hesitated. In the next she turned to the 
 table and put ready the copy-book. During that 
 moment she had thought of what her father's face 
 would be if she was obliged to tell him that the 
 hope of this lesson, too, was lost. 
 
 "We had better begin at once," she said, stiffly. 
 "I have marked a list of easy words in the diction- 
 ary to start with. I suppose you know that Hun- 
 garian is about the most difficult to acquire of all 
 European languages, since it has no relation to any 
 other?"
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 85 
 
 "Yes, I know it's a hard nut to crack, but I mean 
 to crack it, all the same." 
 
 "It is also unmelodious." 
 
 "You're not encouraging, Fraulein Hartmann," 
 smiled Vincent. "But I'm not to be frightened off. 
 At the rate your country is going ahead we shall 
 have to count with her, and therefore with her 
 language." 
 
 "Hungary is not my country," said Irma, as 
 stiffly as before. 
 
 "I thought you were half a Hungarian?" 
 
 "Only a quarter, at most." 
 
 "And more than a quarter English, I should 
 think, to judge from your speech?" 
 
 "Yes," began Irma, and then stopped, colouring 
 painfully. The English element was just the thing 
 that it was prudent to keep out of sight. "That is 
 to say, no. There is only a little English blood in 
 the family," she said confusedly. "We are Aus- 
 trians." 
 
 Vincent hastened to abandon a ground which evi- 
 dently held some unexplained cause of embarrass- 
 ment. 
 
 "Even as an Austrian, Hungarian affairs must 
 interest you deeply. What is the popular idea as 
 to Hungary's chances of independence?" 
 
 "Oh. you are not going to talk politics, are you?" 
 asked Irma, with a look of unmistakable alarm, 
 "for I don't know anything about them." 
 
 "So much the better," interposed Lady Aurelia's
 
 86 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 voice from the background. "I understood that 
 this was to be a Hungarian lesson, and not a politi- 
 cal conference." 
 
 Biting her lip hard, Irma sat down, while the 
 fragments of the professional manner, which, un- 
 avoidably, had suffered both from the embarrass- 
 ment and the alarm, were hastily gathered together. 
 
 "Since you have no knowledge at all of the lan- 
 guage, we shall have to begin at the very beginning. 
 I am afraid you will find the lessons rather tedious." 
 
 "I think not," remarked Vincent, with a convic- 
 tion which his grandmother inwardly marked, with- 
 out by any means digesting. 
 
 Pupil and teacher were now sitting opposite to 
 each other, with a narrow table between (Lady 
 Aurelia had already resolved that it should be a 
 broader one next time) and Irma had taken a 
 firm hold of the dictionary. 
 
 "I say, Fraulein Hartmann," observed Vincent, 
 as a sort of corollary to his last remark, "how many 
 lessons do you think it will take me to get along 
 at all in Hungarian?" 
 
 "I really cannot say. I have never had a Hun- 
 garian pupil before, as I tell you. But I daresay 
 that in about twenty-four lessons you* could manage 
 to get yourself understood." 
 
 "Twenty-four lessons, at two a week," calculated 
 Vincent, aloud; "that adds up to about three 
 months. Yes, I feel a presentiment that it won't 
 take less than that."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 87 
 
 "Will you be so kind as to write to my dicta- 
 tion?" interrupted the teacher, coldly. "I shall 
 begin with the simplest forms of speech: I gen 
 YesjWm -No." 
 
 "Igen" mused Vincent; "surely that is the most 
 aggressive form of acquiescence I have yet met 
 with ! Two syllables, too ! Every other nation I 
 am acquainted with acquiesces in one syllable." 
 
 He was bending to his task now, with his "work- 
 ing-face" on, the lips hard-set, the laughter sternly 
 banished from the hazel eyes. A vision of Buda- 
 pest, and of the possible post to be there attained, 
 had risen to blot out the face at the other side of the 
 table. 
 
 During the half-hour that followed, Lady 
 Aurelia, with one eye upon the Times leader and 
 the other upon pupil and teacher, found no occasion 
 for verbal remark, though possibly some for mental 
 comment. 
 
 "Well, what do you think of her, granny?" 
 asked Chrissie, at the very earliest moment at which 
 it became possible to put the question. 
 
 Like a stream whose dam has been removed, the 
 family had flowed back into the morning-room. 
 There was no one there but Lady Aurelia, now, for 
 the departure of the pupil, in a hansom, to the For- 
 eign Office, had well-nigh coincided with that of the 
 teacher, on foot, to the nearest 'bus stand. 
 
 "I think she is a good deal prettier than is at all 
 convenient."
 
 88 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "One of the finest girls I have seen for a long 
 time," endorsed Sir Christian, with the confidence 
 of a connoisseur. 
 
 "Isn't she? And I'm sure her hat is a Vienna 
 hat it's got such a particular chic. Why, she 
 doesn't look poor at all." 
 
 "She hasn't been poor for long, that's clear and 
 not from her hat alone," added Lady Aurelia, 
 thinking of thedefiant gleam in the eyes which had 
 faced her, of the haughtiness of that brief inclina- 
 tion. "Life hasn't had time to tame her yet, and 
 her clothes haven't had time to sink to the level of 
 her fortunes. They hail from better days, evidently 
 and not from distant ones, either. I shouldn't 
 mind that if it wasn't for the wearer. How much 
 Hungarian do you expect Vincent to learn under 
 her tuition? Not likely he'll keep his eyes to his 
 book much, is it, with that face two yards off?" 
 
 "No easy matter, indeed," admitted the ex-Am- 
 bassador. 
 
 "But Vincent is so steady," objected Chrissie, 
 "and so taken up with his career." 
 
 "He didn't look particularly steady when he came 
 in an hour ago and found her standing in the mid- 
 dle of the room, like an outraged queen ; for I had 
 been giving her some friendly advice." 
 
 "Well, he must have been surprised, of course, 
 and he can't help admiring her. But you know 
 what his principles are, and his ideas about mar- 
 riage -"
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 89 
 
 "Marriage !" almost shrieked Lady Aurelia, with 
 an hilarious parting of her sunken lips. "What a 
 goose you are, Chrissie!" 
 
 "Then it's only a 'flirt' you're afraid of? But 
 would that really matter much, so long as he learns 
 Hungarian?" 
 
 Lady Aurelia chuckled. It was a remark which 
 she might almost have made herself, though, to do 
 Chrissie justice, she was not in the least aware of 
 its cynicism. 
 
 "A spice of admiration may be an excellent in- 
 centive to learning," insinuated Sir Christian. 
 
 "There's something in that; and so long as it 
 remains a spice, and doesn't become harmful, I've 
 no objection. But the line of demarcation isn't al- 
 ways visible to the naked eye. And now I beg that 
 these remarks cease for. the present and that I be 
 granted some repose, after the strain of the last 
 hour. Don't press upon me, all of you! Give me 
 room to fall 1"
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 MR. HEKETES 
 
 VINCENT was enjoying himself greatly. Doubled 
 over a sheet of foolscap, across which his pen trav- 
 elled swiftly, with pigeon-holes to the right of him, 
 pigeon-holes to the left of him, an inkstand as deep 
 as a small well in front of him, and to his rear an- 
 other table with another pen travelling over an- 
 other sheet, he was literally revelling in his task. 
 It was one of those moments at which his profession 
 appeared to him to be entirely desirable, as distinc- 
 tive from others in which he found it chiefly per- 
 plexing. 
 
 The task before him was congenial, partly be- 
 cause it was difficult and he loved tackling diffi- 
 culties a polite but forcible warning to a certain 
 South American State regarding its "perky" be- 
 haviour in a recent commercial episode, joined to a 
 more or less veiled hint of what would follow if the 
 warning were disregarded. The first rough draft 
 had been too tame, the second too fierce. Now 
 Vincent was to be allowed a shot at the happy me- 
 dium. In his hands the prickly problem of raising 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 91 
 
 the ghost of a naval demonstration without pro- 
 nouncing the name of the thing had been entrusted. 
 
 "Let them catch a sight of ship-masts between 
 the lines," had said to him the personage who at 
 that moment represented Great Britain's recogni- 
 tion of the existence of other nations, "and let them 
 hear the rattling of lifted anchor-chains, but not yet 
 that of ammunition. Even the glimpse of a single 
 cannon-ball might make them nervous, and nervous 
 people are apt to blunder. You understand?" 
 
 "Perfectly," said Vincent, as he withdrew from 
 The Presence. 
 
 And that was why he was now enjoying himself 
 so greatly. 
 
 To-day's work seemed like another step on the 
 way to that high place which he meant to occupy 
 some day. The class-stamp of the various homes 
 in which he had spent his holidays between spells 
 of Harrow and Cambridge had worked upon him 
 more radically even than upon his sisters. Before 
 he was fifteen he had begun to yearn for the possi- 
 bility of that power which he saw his father wield- 
 ing. An instrument only, strictly speaking, but an 
 instrument on whose fine edge so much depended, 
 and which at moments had to work automatically, 
 so to say, unable to await the touch of the hand that 
 guides it. 
 
 Of his capacity for the work he did not doubt, 
 nor seriously of his vocation. How should he, with 
 the family chorus ringing in his ears, with the fam-
 
 92 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 ily eyes fixed upon him in an expectation that was 
 so obviously hopeful? Were they not unanimous? 
 No not quite. Cousin Minna's voice had, some- 
 how, never exactly joined in the chorus ; which pro- 
 voked him all the more that he could not ascribe 
 this abstention to want of sympathy. But Cousin 
 Minna was abnormal, which usually stands for un- 
 reasonable, and some of her ideas were distinctly 
 dowdy. Even she had never told him that he was 
 too stupid to be a diplomat; and he would not 
 have believed her if she had. About that part of 
 the matter, at any rate, he was serenely confident. 
 The canker-spot of his character was, in truth, a 
 certain vanity of intellect, hungrily on the alert for 
 a field of display; and what field more grateful for 
 the purpose than Diplomacy? Which more obvi- 
 ously pointed out by family tradition? 
 
 He had thrown himself upon it with all the verve 
 of an intrinsically buoyant nature. Possibly he 
 might make too spontaneous a diplomat it was 
 his danger but he would never make a vacillating 
 one. International difficulties he would tackle as 
 joyously as he would a stiff hill-climb, and lift 
 weights of ponderous discussion with as little ap- 
 parent effort as the dumb-bells. His unlikeness to 
 the traditional article stood rather in his favour. 
 A certain breeziness of manner and openness of 
 countenance comes in very useful at times when 
 joined to the essential capacities; the quick insight, 
 the necessary mental "pounce" upon the passing
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 93 
 
 moment; above all, the indispensable self-command. 
 Already was favour to be read in the eyes which 
 looked on him from above envy in those which 
 viewed him from a kindred level. His little mark 
 was made already. Remained the big one. If here 
 and there some unanalysable or, at any rate, un- 
 analysed discomfort stirred somewhere in the 
 background of his mind, it was not very hard to 
 smother it under a load of work. Despite the 
 sunny, hazel eyes, work had hitherto tempted him 
 ever so much more than play in contradistinction 
 to his father, who had always found time to play 
 beside his work not always to the advantage of 
 the latter. Nor did the playthings which his father 
 had chosen exist for him as playthings, anyway. 
 No misogynist, oh, no! and not a taint of the bear 
 about him ; frankly pleased with the sight of a beau- 
 tiful face, but, because the business of his career had 
 hitherto kept his blood cool and his head clear, able 
 to enjoy the spectacle without disturbance. He saw 
 no reason to fly, as do those nervously aware of 
 their susceptibility. Even he could allow himself 
 an evening's flirtation, just as the man who is sure 
 of himself can safely indulge in that glass of brandy 
 which to the habitual exceeder would be fatal. 
 Cause for total abstinence there was none, and the 
 less so as "the right sort of marriage" figured con- 
 spicuously in his programme of the future. Judge, 
 then, if Chrissie had been right in calling him 
 "steady,"
 
 94 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 This blessed independence of the "sex" which 
 had been his for twenty-five years he still believed 
 in his possession ; for, although the Hungarian les- 
 sons had been going on for three weeks now, Vin- 
 cent was still serenely unaware of what had hap- 
 pened to him on the day of his eruption into the 
 morning-room of Eaton Place. That the lessons 
 had become a delight he knew, indeed, but found 
 nothing more easily explicable. Was not his prog- 
 ress manifest? And were not affairs in Hungary 
 developing in exact accordance with his calcula- 
 tions? With the new Embassy at Budapest peep- 
 ing out of the clouds, what wonder that the days of 
 lessons in Eaton Place should have become red- 
 letter days? 
 
 It was one of those red-letter days to-day, which 
 was partly the reason why Vincent was actually 
 whistling softly to himself while he allowed the 
 anchor-chains to rattle between the lines of the 
 "memorandum." The weather, too, might have 
 helped to uplift his mood, for May had come into 
 the land, and even pushed into the town ; and each 
 time he lifted his head, St. James's Park, young and 
 green, and looking delightfully out of place here, 
 seemed to- be smiling at him with a friendly under- 
 standing. The breeze which, through the open 
 window, pleasantly fanned his labouring brow and 
 gently fluttered the sheaves of the legendary red 
 tape (which, by the bye, is pink) hanging ready
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 95 
 
 over the knobs of the drawer-handles, smelt not 
 exclusively of soot. 
 
 "Yes that point may be considered settled." 
 
 Strangely enough, this sentence, framed in the 
 secretary's mind, did not apply to the intimidation 
 of the South American State, but to the colour of 
 the Hungarian teacher's eyes. At first he had taken 
 them for black, yet not all Irma's discretion had 
 been able to prevent his discovering that they were 
 blue. 
 
 "It's the size of the pupils that does it," he de- 
 cided, even while dictating terms to the distant 
 rebel; "that, and the shadow cast by the lashes. I 
 wonder if I shall see many eyes like that when I am 
 secretary at Budapest or charge de affaires who 
 knows?" 
 
 And yet theseithree weeks had removed no single 
 social barrier between teacher and pupil. The table 
 between them had even grown broader, the duen- 
 na's eagle eye, if possible, sharper all the sharper, 
 perhaps, for being disappointed in its expectations. 
 Fraulein Hartmann's professional manner seemed 
 to be consolidating. Once only Vincent had heard 
 her laugh one of those rare moments at which she 
 forgot that she was a teaching-machine and remem- 
 bered that she was a human girl. It had been 
 apropos of that ridiculous "Igen," which particu- 
 larly tickled Vincent's sense of humour. 
 
 "It's got a family resemblance to a sneeze," he
 
 96 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 declared. "Whoever can have invented it? Some- 
 body with a cold in his head, I suspect." 
 
 It was then that Irma had laughed; and imme- 
 diately Vincent had mentally agreed with his grand- 
 mother that the girl could not have been poor for 
 long. That laugh dated as plainly from better days 
 as did the clothes. 
 
 But the question of the "I gen" was not threshed 
 out yet, it seemed. 
 
 "I believe I've discovered why the Magyars need 
 two syllables to their 'yes.' It's because they take 
 longer to acquiesce than other nations. Not fond 
 of knocking under, as poor Francis Joseph must 
 know well by this time. Am I right, Fraulein 
 Hartmann?" 
 
 "It may be. I have really never thought about 
 it." 
 
 "Then think about it now, please, for I want in- 
 struction. I maintain that your nation that is, the 
 nation which owns a quarter of you," he corrected 
 "takes so long about saying 'yes' because it 
 doesn't like saying it, being by nature contradic- 
 tious. Is that so?" 
 
 "Well, I fancy they prefer saying 'Nem,' on the 
 whole," admitted Irma, with a little imp of a smile 
 pulling at the corners of her mouth, and with an- 
 cther little imp, which she had thought long dead, 
 jumping up, like a jack-in-the-box, to take just one 
 peep through the window of her eyes. Maybe it
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 97 
 
 was at that moment that he had discovered their 
 real colour. 
 
 But these half-steps off the strict path of duty 
 were brief and rare and not one of them could af- 
 ford Lady Aurelia the much-desired pretext for 
 interference. Except in the handing of copy-books 
 across the table, their hands had never so much as 
 touched, since Fraulein Hartmann remained rigor- 
 ously intrenched behind the foreign fashion of a 
 mere bow ; and in the matter of the copy-books she 
 was evidently not encouraging, as Lady Aurelia 
 had guessed from an occasional quick contraction 
 of the eyebrows. 
 
 Last time there had been a rather annoying inci- 
 dent connected with this very point an inkstand 
 brushed by Vincent's sleeve, and which, toppling 
 over, had sent a thin, black stream straight in Frau- 
 lein Hartmann's direction. She was on her feet in 
 a moment, but not before the ink was dropping on 
 to her grey tweed dress. 
 
 "Oh!" she said, regarding it with vexation, as 
 quick tears started to her eyes, oblivious of all else 
 for the moment. 
 
 Vincent was beside her already, volubly remorse- 
 ful. 
 
 "My fault ! Quite my fault ! What a prodig- 
 ious ass I am, to be sure ! Oh, Fraulein Hart- 
 mann, I'm so sorry! But perhaps it won't leave 
 marks! Can you forgive me?" 
 
 With a good deal less than his usual presence of
 
 98 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 mind he was daubing his handkerchief upon the 
 stained skirt generously spreading the fatal black 
 in all directions. 
 
 Irma moved back sharply, while at the same mo- 
 ment his grandmother's voice recalled him to both 
 reason and propriety. 
 
 "Unless you want to ruin Fraulein Hartmann's 
 dress completely, I should recommend you to ring 
 for Sarah and leave the treatment to her. She can 
 bring a sponge." 
 
 "It will be no use!" said Irma, in a tone whose 
 almost tragic note sharpened his remorse tenfold. 
 To her the incident was well-nigh tragic, since the 
 grey tweed was the most serviceable of those gowns 
 packed so hurriedly in Vienna at dawn of day. "The 
 dress is spoilt." 
 
 "Then I'll give you another," said Vincent, again 
 without reflecting. "At least," he modified, 
 warned by a swift uplifting of the dark head, "we 
 will give you another won't we, granny? It's 
 a clear family debt, since this one has been immo- 
 lated on the altar of the family's interests." 
 
 "Thank you, I do not require any dress," said 
 Fraulein Hartmann, with the most direct look he 
 had yet had from- her (nQ, it must have been this 
 moment, after all, that settled the question of the 
 eyes) and with a flame of anger before which he 
 felt ready to go down into the dust. 
 
 The sponge was brought, and, during the re- 
 mainder of the lesson, restitution not again referred
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 99 
 
 to. But at the end Vincent lingered for a few words 
 with his grandmother. 
 
 "You know, granny, we can't allow this," he 
 tackled her straightway. "You'll have to invent 
 some way of settling about that dress. Positively 
 I can't have Fraulein Hartmann suffering on ac- 
 count of my awkwardness." 
 
 "In that case I should recommend more circum- 
 spection in the future. For the present an applica- 
 tion of lemon-juice is all I can suggest." 
 
 "The dress will never be the same again." 
 
 "Very likely not." 
 
 "She will have to buy a new one." 
 
 "I daresay she can afford it. The pay for these 
 lessons is rather abnormal." 
 
 An impatient sniff was heard. The reminder that 
 Fraulein Hartmann was actually in his pay grated 
 against something or other within him. 
 
 "She can't be abnormally well off, anyway," he 
 said, in a tone which matched the sniff, "or she 
 wouldn't be giving lessons. Any one with half an 
 eye can see that she's been trained for quite other 
 things. Just look at her carriage ! Just look at 
 the turn of her head !" (all of which things Lady 
 Aurelia had looked at exhaustively already). "A 
 Reine en exile, that's what she is. It's enough to 
 convert one back to fairy tales and to the disguised 
 princess business. It's always the real prin- 
 cess that suffers most, you know. I'll wager any- 
 thing she couldn't sleep with a pea in her bed, and
 
 ioo POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 there I've gone and put a whole handful of peas into 
 her bed to-day. Dolt that I am ! Why, there were 
 actually tears in her eyes !" 
 
 Lady Aurelia made no remark; but, after one 
 good look at her grandson, lowered her own eyes, 
 perhaps to prevent any too easy reading of the reso- 
 lution which at that exact moment touched the 
 height of ripeness. 
 
 That had been a week ago, for, owing to a pres- 
 sure of work, he had been obliged, last Friday, to 
 send an apology to Eaton Place, where, indeed, his 
 face had not been seen since the last Hungarian 
 lesson. A whole week without the acquisition of 
 a new Hungarian word! Small wonder that his 
 zeal should be even keener than usual. 
 
 During the short drive the recollection of the 
 ink-stained dress returned to throw its shadow on 
 his pleasure. How discover a way of making good 
 the loss, while sparing her susceptibilities? An 
 anonymous gift would be too transparent, even sup- 
 posing he had her address. Some pretext for rais- 
 ing the price of her lessons? Rather a prickly ques- 
 tion, that, too. Would the old father be equally 
 difficult to tackle? he wondered. He began to wish 
 that he knew the father. 
 
 For one moment after he had opened the door 
 of the morning-room it seemed to him as though his 
 wish were accomplished; but as happens in mo- 
 ments of accomplishment the impression was 
 joined to a disappointment that was almost dismay.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 101 
 
 For in the mahogany-visaged, fiercely moustachioed 
 and dishevelled-looking individual who rose at his 
 entrance he was unable to recognise his conception 
 of the sort- of father that Fraulein Hartmann was 
 likely to have. This looked more like an elderly 
 gypsy caught fresh upon a pitszta, and stuffed any- 
 how without previous ablutions into ready-made 
 clothes two sizes too large for him. Upon his 
 manly breast there flowed a concoction of purple 
 and green which met the spectator like a square 
 blow in the eye ; and about his swarthy person there 
 floated an odour o-f tobacco whose quality suggested 
 the refuge of the pocket-handkerchief the scented 
 one, by preference. 
 
 From this terrifying-looking personage Vincent, 
 dumb with surprise, looked inquiringly at his grand- 
 mother. 
 
 "This is Mr. Heketes, who has kindly under- 
 taken to replace Fraulein Hartmann, prevented 
 from pursuing her engagement." 
 
 Nervousness was a. thing to which Lady Aurelia, 
 on principle, never owned, and to which it was not 
 on record that she had ever succumbed. Neverthe- 
 less, Vincent, well acquainted with the grandmoth- 
 erly symptoms, thought he detected a certain jar in 
 the voice which, to his ear, spoke of a conscience not 
 absolutely at rest. It took him but one moment to 
 review the probabilities of the situation, another to 
 recover his scattered wits as Lady Awelia knew 
 by the characteristic squaring of the jaw.
 
 102 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "It is very obliging of Mr. Heketes," he said, 
 speaking from some suddenly reared pinnacle 
 presumably of ice-blocks, and with every inch of 
 his physical height telling, in a way it had not told 
 but a moment ago "to have taken the trouble. 
 But I am sorry he should have been inconvenienced 
 for nothing. I was coming to tell Lady Aurelia 
 that, in view of a very busy time in our department, 
 I have decided to suspend the lessons for the 
 present." 
 
 He made the announcement with a coolness as 
 secure as though it were not the fruit of a moment's 
 inspiration. In her heart of hearts Lady Aurelia 
 did unwilling homage to so unimpeachable an ex- 
 hibition of "cheek." 
 
 Mr. Heketes's complexion had darkened percep- 
 tibly. 
 
 "I I haf bin incaged," he muttered beneath his 
 moustache. 
 
 "Not by me. I much regret the inconvenience 
 you have suffered through my relatives mistaking 
 my intentions. Naturally you shall have full com- 
 pensation for the loss of time. How much do I owe 
 you for this morning's excursion?" 
 
 The black eyes began to roll ominously. "It 
 wass to haf bin two times a week " 
 
 "How much do I owe you?" repeated Vincent, 
 with an increase both of politeness and iciness, and 
 producing his purse. 
 
 "It wass to haf bin ten shillings a time, but "
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 103 
 
 "You have upset other arrangements I quite 
 understand. Will a five-pound note cover your 
 loss? I'm glad I happen to have one here. And 
 now I should advise you not to lose another moment 
 in making up for lost time." 
 
 Walking to the door, he opened it deliberately, 
 his hard-shut mouth smiling in queer fashion. 
 
 From the five-pound note in his hand Mr. Hek- 
 etes glared back at Vincent. The combination of 
 purple and green heaved in a way which betrayed 
 the agitation of the bosom beneath. For a moment 
 a jump straight at Mr. Denholm's throat seemed 
 not unlikely. With his eye he measured him, and 
 perhaps as a result of the measurement decided 
 to walk out through the open door. 
 
 At the little scene Lady Aurelia had looked on, 
 passive, and actually smiling. For the life of her 
 she could not help enjoying Vincent in a rage. Such 
 grand, clean-cut rages they were as different from 
 the ordinary conception of rage as is white-hot iron 
 from red. 
 
 A glance into the future seemed to show her her 
 grandson ushering out the representative of some 
 inimical State with just this same "grand air." 
 
 The door closed upon Mr. Heketes, Vincent took 
 one rather deep breath, as though after a deed ac- 
 complished, and then turned to deal with his grand- 
 mother. He found her chuckling. 
 
 "That's me you've put out of the door, you know,
 
 io 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Vincent it isn't poor Mr. Heketes at all. I wager 
 anything you think it's my fault, somehow." 
 
 "I certainly think this arrangement is your 
 doing." 
 
 The voice was not so icy as the one used for Mr. 
 Heketes, but, in its unlooked-for mildness, quite as 
 eloquent. 
 
 For all answer Lady Aurelia took from the table 
 at her elbow an open note, which she handed across 
 with something of a flourish. 
 
 "Read that, and you will see the falseness of the 
 accusation." 
 
 She watched him while he read, glad to think 
 that neither street nor number figured above the 
 date. After all, there was no particular need to 
 furnish him with a clue to the recent teacher's 
 whereabouts. 
 
 This is what Vincent read : 
 
 "MAY 2nd. 
 "DEAR MADAM, 
 
 "You will, I trust, excuse me if I tell you that I 
 find myself unable to continue the lessons in your 
 house. Mr. Denholm will, no doubt, be able to 
 find another teacher. 
 
 "A line releasing me from my engagement is 
 requested. 
 
 "Yours faithfully, 
 
 "!RMA HARTMANN."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 105 
 
 "Curt enough, eh?" queried Lady Aurelia, not- 
 ing the change upon his face. 
 
 "What did you do?" 
 
 "Sent her the line requested, of course; what else 
 could I do? and set about hunting for another Hun- 
 garian teacher a stiff job it was, too; and this is 
 all the thanks I get for it!" 
 
 She uttered a cackle of a laugh. 
 
 "I don't mean now I mean before. What did 
 you do in order to make her write this note? It's 
 the note of a person who has been insulted." 
 
 "Insulted?" repeated the dowager, with a perfect 
 command of countenance, marking another access 
 of secret admiration; for this piercing of the mo- 
 tives of his relatives promised well for the future 
 reading of the mind of alien statesmen. "What 
 earthly object could I have in insulting a person who 
 was getting you on so nicely in the language ? How- 
 ever deficient her experience, her aptitude is ob- 
 vious," was graciously added. As matters stood, 
 her ladyship could afford to be magnanimous. "You 
 know how anxious I am for you to get on with 
 your Hungarian." 
 
 "I know you are anxious about various things." 
 
 "Which is no reason for trying to look like 
 Irving just before he starts : 
 
 " 'Look here upon this picture, and on this.' 
 "Really, Vincent, you're too tragical for the oc-
 
 io6 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 casion; and I haven't either poisoned my brother 
 nor married a murderer." 
 
 "Perhaps I am," said Vincent, catching an abrupt 
 sight of himself through her eyes. What was it 
 all about, after all? A change of teacher. Quite 
 harmless, if it had not been done behind his back. 
 Of course, it was only the deception that riled him. 
 
 "I'm anxious enough about your Hungarian to 
 regret the very neat way in which you juggled that 
 brown man out of the room. You weren't serious, 
 of course, about the giving up of the lessons?" 
 
 "Of course not," Vincent admitted, almost in his 
 every-day manner. "But this is a matter of prin- 
 ciple." 
 
 "The question is: Where are we to get another 
 teacher from?" 
 
 "The question is : Am I a free British subject or 
 not?" asked Vincent, between a jest and a warning. 
 "I object to having my teachers chosen for me at 
 least, sometimes I do. And, anyway, I couldn't 
 put up with that unwashed brigand. Neither his 
 taste in neckties nor in tobacco falls in with mine. 
 I'll find a teacher for myself." 
 
 "Certainly, my dear, just as you like," murmured 
 Lady Aurelia, in so close a copy of the ex-Ambas- 
 sador that Vincent was betrayed into a laugh such 
 as Irving had certainly never uttered. On the 
 whole, she was well contented with her share of the 
 victory. 
 
 On the street again, Vincent stood for a moment
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 107 
 
 on the pavement, reflecting. The friendly terms on 
 which he had parted with his grandmother had not 
 deceived either of them. Each had decided out- 
 wardly to waive their cause of dissension, but each 
 was aware that the cause was there, and conse- 
 quently remained watchful. During that moment 
 upon the pavement Vincent felt both wronged and 
 baffled also disappointed. Presently the sight of a 
 vacant hansom, an enquiring countenance, an up- 
 lifted arm, seemed to give him an idea. 
 
 "Six, Fortague Street," he said as he mounted. 
 And to himself: "I'll see what Cousin Minna says 
 to it." 
 
 "Six, Fortague Street," was an address he fre- 
 quently gave when in want either of comfort or 
 merely of a listener.
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 "CLEAN WINE." 
 
 "THE greatest beauty that London contains 
 that's what my own Precious is; and as for brains 
 and manners nothing to come near them for ten 
 miles around." 
 
 "Is that meant for me or for De Wet?" enquired 
 Vincent, met upon the threshold of Miss Bennett's 
 little, box-like drawing-room by the above address; 
 "because in the former case I agree." 
 
 Cousin Minna and De Wet were taking tea in 
 tete-a-tete, she being a quite unremarkable spinster 
 with her first bloom behind her if, indeed, that 
 rather opaque-looking skin had ever bloomed he 
 a very remarkable toy-terrier in his own opinion, 
 anyway, and presumably in that of the judges who 
 had once awarded him a second prize at a provincial 
 dog show. In the matter of deterioration of char- 
 acter those judges had much to answer for that 
 prize having gone straight to De Wet's ridiculous 
 head. From being merely harmlessly conceited he 
 had become offensively so; compliments touching 
 his appearance were expected by him as much as a 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 109 
 
 matter of course as he expected his dinner; nor 
 after the pattern of the wicked queen in the fairy 
 tale, who daily interrogated her mirror as to the 
 supremacy of her beauty over all ladies in the land 
 was there any chance of his retiring to his basket 
 for the night until assured anew by his mistress that 
 not another dog in the metropolis was fit to hold a 
 candle or, perhaps more appropriately, a bone? 
 to him. By rights he ought to have been called 
 Apollo; instead of which, South African news 
 rife at the time of his appearance on the scene 
 had caused him to be named De Wet; the fitness 
 of the appellation being justified by Minna on the 
 ground that the Boer general was practically invis- 
 ible, and that the toy-terrier could not well be much 
 smaller than he was without sharing this invisibil- 
 ity. With a view to bringing him more up to date, 
 there had lately been some talk of rechristening him 
 "Togo"; but, considering that even the Serpentine 
 at midsummer sent him into shivers of terror, the 
 idea had been dropped as inappropriate. 
 
 Minna looked at her cousin critically. 
 
 "What is it you have come for? to be scolded 
 or patted on the back?" 
 
 "As if you ever patted me on the back! I'm not 
 a toy-terrier, alas!" 
 
 "That means that you are aware of deserving a 
 scolding. Give an account of yourself ! It strikes 
 me that I haven't seen you for about a hundred 
 years not to speak to, anyway."
 
 no POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "Minna, I've got a grievance." 
 
 "Sit down and tell me about it. But, first, please 
 say a word to De Wet. Don't you see that he's 
 just quivering to be taken notice of? I can't con- 
 ceive what induces people to trample upon an inno- 
 cent dog's feelings in this barbarous fashion. Just 
 mention that he's the flower of his generation, and 
 it will be all right." 
 
 "And you think it right to pamper such vanity?" 
 
 "A means of self-defence. Unless you put his 
 mind at rest about his looks his eye will haunt us 
 all the time we're talking." 
 
 The toll of compliments and caresses having been 
 somewhat impatiently paid, and the canine atom 
 contentedly withdrawn to the hearthrug, Minna 
 felt at liberty to turn her attention more exclusively 
 to her cousin. 
 
 "So you have a grievance. Against whom?" 
 
 "Against granny. She's been plotting." 
 
 "Does she ever do anything else? But I must 
 ask again: against whom?" 
 
 "Against me, of course ; that is to say, against my 
 freedom of action. Why shouldn't I take Hun- 
 garian lessons or ancient Celtic lessons, for the 
 matter of that from any teacher I choose?" 
 
 "From which I gather that the plot is directed 
 not against you, but against the Hungarian teacher. 
 What's she been doing to her?" 
 
 "That I don't know exactly. But she's stung her 
 into giving up her engagement. She denies it, of
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE in 
 
 course, but that makes no difference. Just listen to 
 this." 
 
 There followed a vivid sketch of the recent in- 
 terview. When it came to the ejection of Mr. 
 Heketes, Minna laughed in a way that always did 
 Vincent good. She was generally described as a 
 "comfortable" person, but her laugh distinctly held 
 the very cream of this comfort. After the laugh, 
 while he still spoke, the steady grey eyes left his 
 face to wander to the fireplace, before which the 
 morsel of canine flesh lay luxuriously stretched, 
 gorged with flattery and bread-and-butter. 
 
 "Of course, she suspects a flirtation. As if she 
 hadn't had a thousand proofs of my incombusti- 
 bility!" 
 
 "Yes, she knows you but the girl?" 
 
 "The girl? Ha, ha! I tell you, Minna, she 
 isn't a girl at all not in the ordinary flesh-and- 
 blood sense, anyway; I've sometimes thought she's 
 made of wood. As prim as a Puritan, I tell you; 
 never gives one a chance of shaking hands with her, 
 and never even looks in my direction, if she can 
 help it." 
 
 There was a certain wrathfulness in the tone 
 which did not escape Minna's ears, though her eyes 
 were still on the fireplace, and which failed to sur- 
 prise her for the reason that she had happened to 
 come in during one of the Hungarian.lessons. Miss 
 Bennett and Lady Aurelia did not invariably agree 
 upon all points, but in this instance Minna found
 
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 herself quite appreciating the dowager's motives. 
 It had struck even herself as to say the least of it 
 quaint that Vincent should be taking lessons from 
 a person with all the makings of a professional 
 beauty. 
 
 "Why don't you say anything, Minna? I 
 thought you were going to help me?" 
 
 "To another Hungarian teacher?" 
 
 "Bother that ! I'll beat one up fast enough. But 
 what I would like you to do would be to give Frau- 
 lein Hartmann a lift, somehow. She's been hunted 
 out of Eaton Place whether directly or indirectly 
 alters nothing and losing two guineas a week so 
 suddenly must make a difference to her; and, be- 
 sides, her best dress is spoiled by me." 
 
 "Do you want me to give her another?" 
 
 "I shouldn't advise you to try, unless you want to 
 be withered up, same as I was last week. But 
 couldn't you procure her other lessons? German 
 ones, of course she knows both languages. It 
 worries me to think of her possible situation and 
 she may have given up other chances for this lesson, 
 don't you see? It's quite natural, surely, that I 
 should feel rather guilty about it all, and anxious 
 that she and her father, of course shouldn't suf- 
 fer on this account." 
 
 "Quite natural." 
 
 "And I'm sure she's not used to being poor. If 
 you had seen her "
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 113 
 
 "I have seen her," said Minna, in her very quiet- 
 est manner. 
 
 "To be sure! Well, don't you agree with me 
 that she's not the sort of person one likes to think 
 of as in a pecuniary fix?" 
 
 "Not at all the sort of person. What is her 
 address.?" 
 
 Vincent looked discomfited, also slightly embar- 
 rassed. 
 
 "I haven't got it. Granny managed everything, 
 you know. Of course, the girls will have it, since 
 the old man is their German master; but if I ask 
 for it they'll jump to all sorts of conclusions, of 
 
 course." 
 
 "I see," said Minna; and, together with a sus- 
 picious jerk at the corners of her lips, there fol- 
 lowed a mental rider: 
 
 "So that's why I am to ask for it, I suppose. 
 Well done, Mr. Diplomat!" 
 
 Then aloud: 
 
 "Well, there's no use for the address until I have 
 some pupils to suggest. I'll look about me first." 
 
 "Thank you, Minna," he said, with a fervour of 
 which he was not in the least aware, though she 
 was. "That's a load off my conscience." 
 
 "So much the better. But, meanwhile, take my 
 advice, and don't attempt any unloading on your 
 own account. I happen to understand your mo- 
 tives, but other people mightn't. I am quite sure it
 
 n 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 would be more diplomatic, let's say, to leave the 
 negotiations to me." 
 
 She was looking at him straight now, with eyes 
 which seemed to be absolutely transparent with 
 truth; and true they were, indeed, though it was a 
 woman's truth, which means only as much of it 
 yielded up as is considered fit for male perusal. 
 
 He acquiesced readily, conscious principally that 
 the last thread between him and the Hungarian 
 teacher was not irrevocably severed. Yet, even 
 while he acquiesced, he frowned, for the stress laid 
 upon a certain adjective grated. 
 
 "What makes you say 'diplomatic' with that high 
 and mighty sniff? Doesn't it smell good?" 
 
 "On the contrary; it's just a trifle too heavily 
 perfumed for my taste." 
 
 "With what? Roses? Violets?" 
 
 "No incense. The family seems to have been 
 particularly busy over the burning of it lately. I 
 understand from Chrissie and Cissy that your pros- 
 pects are more dazzling than ever. In fact, I'm 
 beginning to wonder how any one can look at you 
 without getting sunstroke." 
 
 "You can, anyway. But, joking apart, things 
 are looking up. This very day I was given one of 
 the most thorny jobs a-going the construction of a 
 bomb with the appearance of a sweetmeat; and I've 
 a notion that the chief will want to kiss me when 
 he reads the draft. The other fellows had bungled 
 it completely."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 115 
 
 "Ah!" 
 
 Minna was leaning back in her chair, rather laz- 
 ily, it struck Vincent, throwing atoms of sugar to 
 the atom of a dog on the hearthrug. 
 
 "It means a step of the ladder, unless I'm mis- 
 taken. I do believe now that I have every chance 
 of the Roman secretaryship en attendant Buda- 
 pest. 
 
 Minna threw another morsel of sugar without 
 answering. 
 
 "Minna, you're enraging ! Do leave that infer- 
 nal dog alone. You might at least pretend to get 
 up an interest in my career. You used to care about 
 what happened to me." 
 
 "Are you and your career identical?" 
 
 "Of course we are. But look here I'd like this 
 threshed out, if you please. Whatever you are, 
 don't be sphinx-like. It's not the first time I've 
 caught you sniffling. What's there behind the sniff ? 
 that's what I want to know. Do you really mean 
 to say that you doubt of my success?" 
 
 The question was put with a serious wonder 
 which, in its supreme self-confidence, brushed the 
 naive. 
 
 "I don't doubt about your getting to the top of 
 the ladder, if that's what you mean by success." 
 
 "Then what?" 
 
 "You really would like me to say what I think?" 
 
 "I think I should like to strangle you if you 
 don't,"
 
 n6 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "Well, then, my inmost conviction is that you're 
 about as well adapted to be a diplomat as a por- 
 cupine is adapted to be a pocket-handkerchief." 
 
 Across the tea-table Vincent stared at his cousin 
 with a countenance emptied for the moment of in- 
 telligence by the force of sheer surprise. Thus 
 stares a person who, without warning, receives a 
 slap on the face, and has not yet had time to get 
 angry. 
 
 "Your similes are vigorous," he conceded, as his 
 senses returned to him, and looking all the grimmer 
 for the sudden smile. "I'll trouble you now for the 
 grounds of your belief. Why am I not suited to 
 be a diplomat? Nothing wrong with my thinking 
 machine, mind," he added, with a quite discernible 
 note of warning in his voice. 
 
 "No; you're not too stupid I agree there." 
 ("Thank you," murmured Vincent, in an ironical 
 sotto voce.) "You've got the mental qualifications, 
 I think, but not the moral ones." 
 
 "Which means?" 
 
 "Which means that though, as I have already re- 
 marked, I quite believe in your getting to the top 
 of the ladder, I think you will be paying too high 
 a price for it." 
 
 "What price?" 
 
 "I rather fancy it will be the price of self- 
 respect." 
 
 Vincent pushed back his chair impatiently and 
 got up.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 117 
 
 "I thought it was that! You've given it me 
 before, but never quite so plainly as this. The old 
 fable of accredited Machiavellists ! We're a set 
 of snakes, aren't we? plotting day and night for 
 the undoing of our fellow-creatures 1 Really, 
 Minna, I have hitherto given you credit for being a 
 grown-up person, but you seem to see bogeys as 
 easily as does a nervous baby." 
 
 "If you're not plotting day and night," replied 
 Minna, unmoved, "for the good of your country, 
 and consequently for the undoing of other countries, 
 then you're not doing your duty that's all." 
 
 Vincent, hands in pockets, and looking several 
 sizes too large for the room, was trying to find a 
 clear space wherein to relieve his feelings by means 
 of physical exercise not successfully. He now 
 turned with a movement of exasperation. 
 
 "Out of your own mouth I condemn you 1 What 
 more than his duty can a man do for the earning of 
 self-respect?" 
 
 "Nothing, when it's Fate that imposes it. But 
 in the case of a career the duty is self-chosen, isn't 
 it?" 
 
 "And no honest man would choose it, you mean? 
 That comes to saying that all the Corps Diplo- 
 matiques of all the world are liars and intriguers 
 by nature, and that self-respect is a quality not to 
 be found within the walls of an embassy?" 
 
 Minna laughed again, as comfortably as ever. 
 
 "There you go again ! Much too headlong for
 
 n8 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 a diplomat! / never said that the profession at 
 large is devoid of self-respect I merely hazarded 
 the opinion that you, personally, would find some 
 difficulty in preserving the article, under the cir- 
 cumstances." 
 
 "Your reasons, please!" fumed Vincent, turning 
 and returning upon the eight square yards of clear 
 space. 
 
 "It's this way it strikes me: some people have 
 got the knack of keeping their private and their 
 official morals in water-tight compartments; you 
 haven't got that knack. For these people there's 
 nothing degrading about telling official lies, or half- 
 truths, or whatever you choose to call them, or mak- 
 ing mental reservations, or shuffling and fencing 
 and juggling with words generally, which in any 
 diplomacy worth the name I hold to be an indis- 
 pensable art. For you this same practice would be 
 degrading, because you would be acting against 
 your own inner convictions violating some instinct 
 within you which I don't believe you'll ever be able 
 to kill. You were always rather a prig in the matter 
 of truth-speaking, you know. Don't I remember 
 during those Easter holidays you spent at Merriton 
 the half-astonished, half-scandalised face you used 
 to make when mamma, giving her order for the 
 afternoon, would say to the footman, 'Not at home 
 for any one to-day, mind, William.' 'But, Aunt 
 Sophy, surely you are at home?' you would object, 
 wide-eyed. And when she told you she had a head-
 
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 ache and did not want to be disturbed: 'Then why 
 not say you have got a headache?' Oh, you were 
 killing, in your way. And the peaches surely you 
 remember the story of the peaches, Vincent?" 
 
 The grunt which came from the perambulating 
 figure could have stood equally for assent or the 
 reverse. 
 
 "You and Hal Thornley had been visiting the 
 peach-houses in the gardener's absence, of course, 
 though in my company. Just as we were success- 
 fully withdrawing, the head man barred our pas- 
 sage. I can hear his tones still, threatening, though 
 respectful: 
 
 " 'Now, I'm not going to do you young gentlemen 
 the disgrace of turning out your pockets before the 
 young lady; I'll content myself if you will give me 
 your word of honour as gentlemen that there's no 
 peaches in 'em !' 
 
 " 'I give you my word not one Psaid Hal, with- 
 out a moment's hesitation, and looking the gardener 
 straight in the eyes ; whereas you first turned scarlet, 
 shifted from one foot to the other, and finally, tear- 
 ing your cap off your head, sent half a dozen 
 peaches bobbing off your shoulders to the ground. 
 
 "Previous experience had taught Hal that a cap 
 is sometimes a safer cache than a pocket. You had 
 been quite pleased with the cleverness of the idea, 
 but you couldn't act upon it when it came to the 
 scratch, even though it didn't entail telling a lie 
 in words. But you could knock Hal down, and
 
 120 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 squarely, too, when he called you a tell-tale. In 
 those days you were certainly not of opinion that 
 'la parole a etc donnee a I'homme pour deguiser sa 
 pensee' ; and I don't believe you're any different 
 now. You're the sort of person who likes playing 
 cartes sur table, as distinguished from those who 
 enjoy having cards up their sleeve. You're quite 
 able to get them up your sleeve, and, if it happens 
 to serve your end, I believe you'd do it; but your 
 rather hyper-sensitive conscience would be protest- 
 ing all the time, as I'm quite sure it protested 
 against the white lie you told Mr. Heke some- 
 thing or other about giving up the lessons. No 
 need to knock down my furniture, though" as 
 Vincent lunged blindly against a bookcase 
 "even if I have happened to hit a nail upon the 
 head. That's where I see the danger to your self- 
 respect. It's a question of individuality, I main- 
 tain. The same thing applies to the stage. For 
 some women publicity is a moral degradation, for 
 others not. Just the other day I was reading in the 
 biography of some celebrity about the agonies she 
 underwent each time she was called upon to make 
 a spectacle of herself, and of her most sacred emo- 
 tions. People seemed to think her a martyr to 
 me she appears despicable. The moment that she 
 felt degraded she was degraded. The higher or the 
 lower actress that is, the one who is either carried 
 out of her personality by her art, or the one who 
 simply doesn't rise to the level of scruples is all
 
 right. It all depends upon whether you are doing 
 the thing with conviction or against your conviction. 
 I don't know if I can make my meaning clear?" 
 
 "You're doing your best, anyway." 
 
 "I've heard enough about embassies to know 
 that they're nothing if not hotbeds of intrigue 
 political intrigue, of course, which the world has 
 agreed to consider respectable. The crooked paths 
 may be frightfully interesting, I've no doubt; but 
 you've got to learn to turn and twist before you 
 can follow them comfortably, and, somehow, I 
 can't quite see you wriggling round the corners. 
 How do you like the idea, for instance, of having 
 secret rendezvous with a spy anxious to sell his 
 country into your hands, or of bribing some menial 
 soul to let you have the pickings of a ministerial 
 paper-basket, and that same evening sitting at the 
 table of that same minister and exchanging with 
 him smiling banalitesf" 
 
 "Those horrors don't exist in English diplo- 
 macy." 
 
 "Don't they? Then English diplomacy must be 
 several lengths behind Continental. It's no wonder 
 we're considered so na'ive. But never mind the 
 paper-basket that's the small dirty work. It's 
 much bigger work, of course, to give solemn assur- 
 ance of your that is, of your country's peaceful 
 intentions, while behind the convenient screen that 
 same country is arming to the teeth; but is there any 
 radical difference between the two jobs?"
 
 122 POMP AND CIRCUiMSTANCE 
 
 "Minna, you're horrible! I won't listen to an- 
 other word. Don't imagine you'll persuade me that 
 I'm on the wrong tack. Why, this morning, while 
 I was drafting that note, no fish in the sea could 
 have felt more completely in its element than I did. 
 Oh, no I know I'm a born diplomat." 
 
 "And would the note be acted upon if disre- 
 garded?" 
 
 "Wouldn't it just!" 
 
 "Ah! that's why you felt in your element. You 
 knew it was no pose, but an over-board business, 
 and you were only too glad of the chance of calling 
 a spade a spade, instead of having to pretend that 
 it was a walking-stick or a sun-shade." 
 
 Vincent frowned portentously. 
 
 "Ridiculous! Why should I have gone into 
 diplomacy if I didn't feel that way?" 
 
 "Because you're in love with place and power, 
 and because diplomacy for family reasons of- 
 fered the line of least resistance." 
 
 "Power ah, yes! I don't deny that. But can 
 a man be in love with anything nobler? Minna, 
 you don't know the delight of feeling that you are 
 master of your task, and master, consequently, of a 
 whole lot of men. Pawns on the political chess- 
 board that's what the mass of them are, and your 
 hand to be the one to move them some day, per- 
 haps who knows ? The step from an embassy to 
 a minister's bench has been taken before now." 
 
 Minna's eyes followed him as, faster than ever,
 
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 he turned upon the clear space, smiling straight into 
 his visions. 
 
 "It's not power in the abstract that you're in love 
 with, but with your personal power in the concrete. 
 In fact, not to put too fine a point upon it, you're 
 suffering from a disease popularly known by the 
 name of swelled head. One of its symptoms is an 
 unquenchable thirst for flattery. You scoff at 
 De Wet because of his greed for compliments, but 
 you're quite as bad, really." 
 
 "I get none from you, anyway." 
 
 "Because you're not a toy-terrier, as you lately 
 observed yourself. I've resigned all hope of up- 
 rooting De Wet's conceit, but I still occasionally 
 dream of curing you. That's another reason why 
 I can't gush over your choice of a path of life. 
 There's too much pomp and circumstance about an 
 embassy, and there's nothing so bad for a swelled 
 head as pomp and circumstance." 
 
 Vincent, giddy with turning and returning, fell 
 on to a chair, laughing a little ruefully. 
 
 "A comfortable sort of person to come to for 
 sympathy, in truth ! I don't in the least understand 
 what makes me come to you, Minna !" 
 
 "I think I do. It's because you get no incense 
 here. Apt to become a little choky at times, you 
 know. Instead, you get what the Germans call 
 'clean wine,' and you can't help approving the fla- 
 vour of it another proof that you're a square peg 
 in a round hole."
 
 I2 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "But you just said that my thirst for flattery was 
 unquenchable?" 
 
 "So it is; but man is a composite animal, you 
 know, and the better part of you is not yet quite 
 choked off by the other." 
 
 "Thank you. I think that is about as much 
 'clean wine' as I can carry for the present. Any 
 objection to changing the subject?" 
 
 "None whatever. I've another lying all ready. 
 Do you know that Bob Kendall is in town?" 
 
 "Is he? I knew that he was on his way home." 
 
 Minna stirred the dregs of her tea rather 
 thoughtfully. 
 
 "Has it ever struck you, Vincent, that that man 
 is a hero?" 
 
 "A hero? You're beyond me, Minna. Where, 
 in the name of all that is inappropriate, do you dis- 
 cover anything heroic about old Bob?" 
 
 "It's drab-coloured heroism, if you like hero- 
 ism incog, I should call it ; but it's the right article, 
 all the same. Just think of the existence he leads 
 and how he leads it! Have you ever heard him 
 complain of any single thing in the world?" 
 
 "Oh, he's an excellent drudge, no doubt. No 
 one but a drudge could stand that life." 
 
 To judge from the tone of his voice, the subject 
 of Bob Kendall's qualities did not grip Vincent's 
 attention very hard; and almost in the same breath 
 he said:
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 1251 
 
 "You won't forget about Fraulein Hartmann, 
 will you?" 
 
 There was less danger of Minna forgetting than 
 Vincent at all knew. 
 
 Once more en tete-a-tete with De Wet, it was 
 Fraulein Hartmann who filled her mind exclusively. 
 One glimpse of her quite sufficed to awaken in any 
 one with an aesthetic sense the desire for a second. 
 After Vincent's visit the desire became a longing. 
 
 Women with broad, opaque faces and square, 
 solid figures will rarely own to anything warmer 
 than a cousinly sympathy for male relatives who 
 are, moreover, their juniors by some five or six 
 years. It is, therefore, probable that even en tete- 
 a-tete not with De Wet, but with her own soul 
 Minna had never given the right name to her feel- 
 ing for Vincent. Her sense of humour alone would 
 have acted as a preventive. But her love (for that 
 really was the right name, whether she knew it or 
 not) did not rejoice in the orthodox blindness at- 
 tributed to that passion, but was, on the contrary, 
 rather inconveniently far-seeing quite alive to 
 certain defects of construction in its object; which 
 was, perhaps, as much the reason of its having 
 awakened no response as was the plain face itself. 
 As for hope, she had never even glanced in that 
 direction. Here, too, her sense of humour had 
 stepped in savingly; and what between this and 
 common sense, and, perhaps, also an absence of pas- 
 sion in her nature, she certainly could lay no claim
 
 126 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 to unhappiness. The future without Vincent might 
 be a little grey, but it would not be coal-black. It 
 was not her future she was anxious about, but his. 
 She, too, had a "right sort of marriage" in her mind 
 for him, but not exactly the same sort as had Lady 
 Aurelia. Sometimes she would wonder how long 
 Vincent's immunity from woman would last, and 
 whether, when it ceased, it would be his head or his 
 heart that carried the day. Until now she had 
 watched in vain. To-day, for the first time, it had 
 occurred to her that possibly that immunity had 
 reached its limit. As she sat alone in her tiny draw- 
 ing-room the desire to know a little more about the 
 first girl who seemed to have made something like 
 an impression upon Vincent grew keen, perhaps 
 only out of a sort of jealous curiosity. Of after- 
 thought there was, so far, none in her mind. Even 
 to her "dowdy" notions a paid teacher appeared 
 too many miles below Vincent; but the curiosity 
 was not to be gainsaid. And, besides, it was a meas- 
 ure of prudence. Only by her promise to play Prov- 
 idence to the Hartmanns could she hope to keep 
 Vincent from taking the role of Providence into his 
 own hands. And that must, at all costs, be avoided. 
 It would not be fair upon the girl. 
 
 "But she certainly is a beauty," said Minna, 
 aloud, to the fireplace; upon which De Wet, to 
 whose consciousness the familiar expression pene- 
 trated, wagged his thread of a tail in his sleep.
 
 CHAPTER VI 
 
 THE "MURRICLE" 
 
 THE cold lunch was on the table in Irma's hand 
 Gabrielle's last letter. Her upper lip curved scorn- 
 fully as she read, for among the qualities laid bare 
 by the moral earthquake of last February was a 
 sort of haughty intolerance for anything that fell 
 short of the highest standard of action. Nothing 
 but first-class sentiments and acts could hope to 
 appeal to her nowadays. It was this which had di- 
 vided her from her mother, and which, logically 
 speaking, ought to have divided her from her 
 father, too; only that here its force was counter- 
 acted by a very passion of pity just as one law of 
 nature is liable to be paralysed by another, of which 
 the gruesome exhibition known as "looping the 
 loop" furnishes the most telling object-lesson. In 
 Gabrielle's case the pity had not sufficed to paralyse 
 the intolerance, perhaps because, in spite of Mrs. 
 Harding's private fortune having proved sufficient 
 to ward off the dreaded necessity of active bread- 
 winning, Gabrielle pitied herself so persistently. 
 Out of her sister's letters it was not hard for Irma 
 
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 128 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 to evolve the pose adopted by her mother that of 
 a social martyr whose life is forever galled and 
 blighted by the chain which binds her to a criminal. 
 It was she herself who insisted most loudly on the 
 criminality. It was not in whitewashing her un- 
 fortunate husband, it was in blackening him yet 
 further, that she saw a hope of at least partial so- 
 cial salvation. The more public the repudiation of 
 the crime and the man, the less chance did there 
 seem of being identified with either. The spoiled 
 child of former days, received back into the bosom 
 of her forgiving family, readily joined her voice to 
 those who had begun by saying, "I told you so!" 
 
 At the sound of her father's ring Irma crumpled 
 up the letter in her hand. There were things hinted 
 at there which she would rather keep from the 
 bankrupt's eyes. 
 
 "Papa, what is it?" she asked, with a pang of 
 alarm, for upon his tired face fresh failure was 
 written. 
 
 "Just the usual thing; another lesson gone." He 
 sat down, smiling rather forlornly. 
 
 "Which lesson?" 
 
 "The one at Eaton Place. It seems that the two 
 young ladies have made such marvellous progress 
 under my tuition that they are now in the happy 
 position of being able to do without it. Thus Lady 
 Aurelia informed me this morning, wreathed in 
 smiles or in something that was meant for smiles, 
 I suppose, though teeth are usually considered an
 
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 essential part of the performance. It seems rather 
 difficult to hit off the right medium with one's pu- 
 pils, doesn't it? If they don't get on fast enough 
 you're told that you have evidently not got the 
 knack, and if they get on too fast, then they can 
 do without you. Result in both cases: the sack." 
 
 lie laughed as desolately as he had smiled, while 
 upon his unrestful face the fine network of wrinkles 
 played into a succession of patterns. 
 
 Irma kept her lips tight-closed for several mo- 
 ments, not because she had nothing to say, but be- 
 cause she was afraid of saying too much. She 
 thought she understood better than her father 
 did. It was not because the Miss Denholms were 
 getting on too well with their German that her 
 father had to be dismissed it was because he was 
 her father. The scene which had led to her own 
 evacuation of the house in Eaton Place started up 
 again in her memory not differing vitally in detail 
 from that which Vincent's knowledge of his grand- 
 mother had helped him mentally to reconstruct. It 
 had not been a violent scene, but it had admirably 
 fulfilled its purpose. Lady Aurelia never wasted 
 power, and she had accurately measured the degree 
 of susceptibility of the object to be operated upon. 
 Where an insinuation sufficed, why insult? When 
 a pin-prick served, wherefore make a mess with a 
 dagger? 
 
 The day on which Vincent had been obliged to 
 miss his lesson had furnished the welcome oppor-
 
 130 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 tunity. Behind the shield of a friendly, almost 
 motherly warning touching the necessity of pru- 
 dence for girls in her position, it had been quite 
 easy to plant the shaft. The ink-stained dress, too, 
 had come in very usefully; since, obviously, a young 
 man might be suspected of wishing to seize on the 
 pretext for a gift, which, in Fraulein Hartmann's 
 own interest, she would earnestly advise her not to 
 accept. A certain degree of admiration on his side 
 was surmised, was, indeed, pronounced to be un- 
 avoidable, considering the Fraulein's looks which 
 Lady Aurelia handsomely acknowledged but 
 since the difference of station placed honourable 
 intentions out of the question, her ladyship consid- 
 ered that she was only doing her duty in putting 
 Fraulein Hartmann on her guard against the wick- 
 edness of the world. No girl of her culture would 
 like being made a fool of would she? 
 
 The result, perfectly foreseen, was that Irma, 
 having flung back Lady Aurelia's advice in her 
 face, left the house in a rage against the grand- 
 mother, which naturally embraced the grandson, 
 and, having torn up three notes in succession, at 
 last produced one whose cold reticence had been 
 considered fit even for Vincent's inspection. 
 
 Accept his gifts, indeed! What did that hag 
 take her for ? At every fresh reminder the tremor 
 of rage shook her anew. It came over her again 
 now, as in the latest development she recognised 
 the same hand. A measure of prudence, clearly.
 
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 So long as her father frequented the house the con- 
 nexion could not be considered finally severed. 
 How disgusting the world was ! Could they never 
 let one forget for a minute that one was a woman 
 and that there are such things as men in the world ? 
 
 To her father, fearing to alarm him, she had 
 told a cock-and-bull story touching the cessation of 
 the Hungarian lessons; and now for the brave 
 front must be maintained she talked gaily, though 
 slightly at random, about the pressure of the "sea- 
 son," which naturally reacted unfavourably upon 
 the acquisition of languages, and of a new agency 
 which promised marvels in the way of employment. 
 Finally she sent him off to the one afternoon lesson 
 that still remained him, not quite so despondent as 
 he had come in. So long as he was in the room she 
 kept it up. Once alone, she sat down with her face 
 in her hands, a prey to one of the rare fits of dis- 
 couragement in which she occasionally indulged. 
 Around her the silence was broken only by the 
 strumming of a wheezy piano on the first floor, and 
 by the flow of Mrs. Martin's observations, which 
 had a habit of rising chronically from the bowels 
 of the earth. The hum of traffic in Cromwell Road 
 seemed like the voice of a river sweeping past the 
 foot of the deserted street. 
 
 With one leg jammed into the frame of the dim 
 mirror above the mantelpiece, Vindobona sprawled 
 against her own image. By this time the pink skirt 
 had absorbed so much London soot as to be no
 
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 longer very pink, and, owing to the frequent appli- 
 cation of Pattie's thumb, the flat nose showed a 
 chronic smudge ; but, for all that, the little doll was 
 as nimble as ever though to-day her antics were 
 unmarked, overshadowed by anxious thoughts. 
 
 Occupation had been failing lately, and some- 
 thing else had been failing, too, as Irma could not 
 help seeing her father's health. Even to her in- 
 experienced eyes he looked like a man whose physi- 
 cal power of resistance is broken as well as his men- 
 tal. It would require rest, care, comfort; instead 
 of which he had to tramp the streets in search of 
 bread. Oh, it was bitter ! And probably it would 
 grow bitterer yet. Want, which had as yet kept at 
 a decent distance, seemed to be drawing indecently 
 near. Already the first illusive gloss was off the 
 novelty of the experiment, just as the freshness was 
 gone from the relics of her Viennese wardrobe. 
 Even her boots were all worn through from much 
 treading of the pavement, and English boots were 
 so terribly expensive ! 
 
 A hundred sordid details rose to her mind, and 
 each detail added a new sting to "the thought of 
 the morrow." One of those panics was upon her 
 in which she always saw herself poised upon a high 
 rock, with an abyss at her feet. Instinctively she 
 shut her eyes. Was there nothing to clutch? No 
 hand to steady herself by? Where find comfort? 
 At the new agency, perhaps? 
 
 As she formed the thought she got up. Yes
 
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 she must go to the office. The mere thought of 
 giving up the battle was ridiculous. 
 
 An hour later she had left the agency without 
 the comfort expected. The chances of employment 
 were even smaller, the fee greater, than she had ex- 
 pected, and the stare of the young man in charge 
 had been distinctly impertinent. The sensation of 
 being a straw upon the torrent of life had seldom 
 been so strong upon her that sensation which, 
 during the first weeks of her London life, had filled 
 her with an unreasoning terror, not of the hurrying 
 crowds, but of losing hold of her own identity. One 
 human atom seemed to be so utterly irrelevant to 
 the bulk of the human monster filling the streets. 
 It appeared incredible that each should possess its 
 own consciousness, its own hopes and fears, and 
 joys and troubles. The terror was upon her again 
 to-day, perhaps because it was a Saturday crowd, 
 that is swollen to a Saturday size and in the ortho- 
 dox Saturday hurry. The red and yellow and green 
 posters with the latest news of the Russian fleet's 
 progress towards its doom, which she had seen that 
 morning laid out neatly upon the pavement, with 
 little mounds of dirt acting as paper-weights upon 
 the corners, had long since been stamped to rags 
 by horses' hoofs and gone to make bright the rub- 
 bish-heaps. At the street corners the 'bus conduc- 
 tors sang their siren's song as fervently as ever did 
 mermaid luring voyagers to her cave shamelessly 
 making eyes at every likely looking old lady, until
 
 i 3 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 some breathless question as to the vehicle's destina- 
 tion abruptly extinguished all personal interest. 
 
 "Light Blue's yer colour," would be all the dis- 
 appointed representative of Dark Blue might con- 
 descend to utter before turning his back, if, indeed, 
 he condescended so far. 
 
 To-day the transpiring tempters' songs passed 
 unheeded by Irma, since, alas! there was no hurry; 
 she might as well spare her pennies. No pupil 
 waited for her anywhere. With a slower step than 
 usual she threaded her way down Brompton Road, 
 half-dazed by the crowd, and yet only dimly aware 
 of it. 
 
 "Only a penny, lidy!" 
 
 Irma turned her head, to meet the dog-like gaze 
 of a woman in a battered sailor hat, with a shriv- 
 elled baby in one hand and a bunch of dusty boot- 
 laces in the other. At the same time she became 
 aware of a sound close enough to penetrate through 
 the rush of the traffic, and infinitely more soothing. 
 She discovered that she was straight in front of 
 what she knew to be the Brompton Oratory, though 
 she had never set foot within it. A simple con- 
 nexion of ideas sent her thoughts straight to Pattie, 
 for it was Pattie who had told her that benediction 
 at the Oratory was "that beautiful you 'ad to cry, 
 whether you wanted or no." And other things, too, 
 Pattie had told her, on the day on which she had 
 discovered the slavey transfixed with astonishment 
 before the small silver crucifix which Irma had hung
 
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 at the head of her bed. The attitude resembled 
 that in which she had been surprised before "Win- 
 derboney," only that here the grin was replaced by 
 a deep gape of wonder. 
 
 "Oh, miss, is it a fact? You are one of us? 
 Holy saints, what a treat!" 
 
 The face she turned towards Irma was almost 
 cut in two by the breadth of the grin. 
 
 "What do you mean by 'one of us'?" 
 
 "Why, a Roman Catholic, to be shure! what 
 they call a Papist in these parts. It's the thing 
 Mrs. Martin always ends with when she's used up 
 all the other words. You wouldn't have that crooci- 
 fix there if you weren't. Oh, the ghrand treat 1 the 
 ghrand treat ! I might ha' known it by your sweet 
 looks. And shure Mrs. Martin will 'ave to 'unt 
 for a new word now ; how ever could she abuse me 
 for bein' what her own lodger is ? Oh, it's a blessed 
 thing, miss, isn't it, to belong to the blessed 
 Church?" 
 
 "Yes, of course," said Irma, a little hurriedly. 
 Though she had learnt her Catechism all right and 
 undergone all the indispensable ceremonies, she had 
 never felt acutely conscious of the blessing to which 
 Pattie referred. In the social circles in which the 
 Hardings had moved the mention of religion in 
 everyday life would have been considered as inde- 
 cent as its open denial. You went to mass Sunday 
 if the weather was fine, partly because other people 
 went, and partly as a tacit protest against growing
 
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 Socialism. Otherwise you left those things in a 
 respectful seclusion. Even the silver crucifix the 
 orthodox offering of every Austrian mother to her 
 daughter on the occasion of her first communion 
 owed to a vaguely sentimental value the fact of 
 being there at all. It required Pattie's unexpected 
 delight to make Irma even very clearly aware of 
 its presence in her room. It was then that Pattie 
 had begun to gush about the Oratory, and in a burst 
 of confidence had pulled out from below her dress 
 a piece of twine upon which were suspended about 
 half a dozen medals of different sizes and various 
 metallic compositions. Ere this Irma had won- 
 dered what it was that jingled so about Pattie; now 
 she considered the mystery penetrated. 
 
 "If it wasn't for these," Pattie told her, "I'd 
 never get through the day at all. Here's St. 
 Florian the one against fire, you know. It's he 
 who don't let the linen get singed when it's hung 
 to dry. And here's the blessed St. Anthony, who 
 helps me to find the things I've lost; and " 
 
 "And is there no saint to mend those you have 
 broken?" asked Irma, not sorry for the opportunity 
 of airing a little irony a wasted effort, needless 
 to say. 
 
 "It would need a murricle to do that, miss, you 
 know," said Pattie, with the sincerest of sighs. 
 "And Father O'Donovan says the time for murri- 
 cles is past. But they do kind o' shove you up, 
 somehow. And when things are worse than usual
 
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 such as when I broke the washing-basin in the 
 best bedroom and the medals don't seem enough, 
 I take a dose of the organ at the Moratory first time 
 I've the chance. It do drive all Mrs. Martin's 
 words clean out of my head, it do. And that stuff 
 they burn at benediction makes me feel so wunner- 
 ful good, with its holy smell. I'd like to keep 
 enough of it to last me the week; and I keep sniffin' 
 it up until I'm bound the peiple beside me must 
 think I've a cold in the head." 
 
 At the recollection the teeth reappeared in full 
 force. 
 
 It was this that came back to Irma when the 
 woman with the baby roused her from her ab- 
 straction. 
 
 "Makes you cry, whether you want to or no." 
 On the whole, Irma would rather like to cry. It 
 would at least be a change from the chronic gulping 
 down of unpleasant emotions. Things were un- 
 doubtedly "worse than usual." Should she try 
 Pattie's remedy? After a moment's irresolution 
 she turned quickly towards the steps. 
 
 The tears promised by Pattie did not come, held 
 back, perhaps, by the sense of publicity; but some- 
 thing else came instead a gradual and yet swift 
 appeasement, which descended upon her spirit, with- 
 out reasoning and without apparent reason, as a 
 calm once fell upon the lake of Genesareth at the 
 voice of One who bade the elements be still. As 
 she knelt among the crowd, with the strains of
 
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 Tantum Ergo rolling past her ears, forming no 
 articulate prayer, for none would come to the un- 
 practised lips, Irma knew of no ground why the 
 future should look less black than five minutes ago; 
 she knew only that all these people about her had 
 come to seek what she was seeking, and that, in the 
 sense of community, a little of the weight had been 
 lifted. Perhaps, after all, there was something to 
 clutch at. These worshippers seemed to think so, 
 at any rate. It was all very illogical, of course, and 
 the merest tyro in the school of modern thought 
 could have told her that this was but a natural effect 
 upon her senses of music and lighted candles; but, 
 for all that, it was comforting. Here, where Pattie 
 had so often laid in her fresh store of courage and 
 of the "holy smell," Irma, too, groped blindly for 
 courage. It would be something to have Pattie's 
 courage, beside which her own seemed to herself 
 to shrink into insignificance. She had at least the 
 consciousness of a high duty performed, the rapture 
 of a sacrifice but what had Pattie if she had not 
 this? "A mother, miss?" she had once said, in an- 
 swer to a question of Irma's. "Yes, I suppose I 
 'ad a mother, same as other people, but I don't 
 rightly rec'lect any one ever belongin' to me." It 
 was conceivable that that rough, red hand might 
 require something very visible, very tangible, to 
 clutch at. In this light, even the bunch of jingling 
 medals became a trifle less ludicrous. Undoubtedly 
 Pattie had a worse time of it than she had. And
 
 139 
 
 so probably had that woman outside with the baby, 
 to whom she now remembered with a pang that 
 she had given nothing. Would she be there still? 
 she asked herself anxiously; and when, a few min- 
 utes later she found her at her post, rejoiced with 
 a pleasure that seemed quite out of proportion with 
 the cause. The wearer of the sailor hat got more 
 than merely the pennies saved from the 'bus, and 
 got it, too, without any diminishment of her stock 
 in trade; for, after one glance at the bootlaces, Irma 
 decided that, after all, she had not sunk quite so 
 low as that yet. 
 
 "I wonder if It has never occurred to her to 
 strangle the baby with the bootlaces?" Irma mused, 
 as she pursued her homeward way, with the image 
 of the horrible little withered face dancing before 
 her mind's eye. "At first sight it would seem the 
 most appropriate use to put them to." 
 
 And then she remembered the mother's eyes, and 
 wondered how many things it had taken to give 
 them that dog-like look. And so it happened that 
 she went home thinking not exclusively of her own 
 difficulties. 
 
 Upon the table there lay a letter which the four 
 o'clock post had brought. In a large, legible hand 
 she was informed that Miss Bennett would be much 
 pleased if Fraulein Hartmann would appoint an 
 hour at which it would be convenient for her to 
 call, in order to settle about some German lessons 
 which Miss Bennett wished to take.
 
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 Irma read the note twice over, and then burst 
 out laughing, a little excitedly. It almost looked, 
 didn't it, as if one of those "murricles," which even 
 Pattie admitted to be out of date, had actually come 
 to pass ? 
 
 "But who the dickens is Miss Bennett?" thought 
 Irma, "and how the dickens is she aware of my 
 existence?"
 
 CHAPTER VII 
 THE "OUTING." 
 'MlNNA, I've just looked in, in order to- 
 
 Barely within the doorway he stood still, doubting 
 the testimony of his eyes. 
 
 Meanwhile, from beside a table covered with 
 books and with writing apparatus, Miss Bennett 
 rose, a little hurriedly. 
 
 "Ah, it's you, Vincent? How stupid of Wilson 
 not to turn you off ! I told her to leave us undis- 
 turbed during the lessons. You know Fraulein 
 Hartmann, of course ; she is helping me to work up 
 my German. The rust is ever so much thicker 
 upon it than I imagined." 
 
 The variation from Minna's usual placidity 
 amounted for her almost to flurry. 
 
 "I am delighted to hear it," said Vincent, accom- 
 plishing a bow ; though whether the delight applied 
 to the rust or to the removal of it was not made 
 evident. 
 
 The bow was returned from an almost arctic 
 distance; and then Irma, wondering whether he had 
 noted and drawn any false conclusions from her 
 
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 i 4 2 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 first flush of pure astonishment, began to gather to- 
 gether the books. 
 
 "It is scarcely worth while beginning a new dic- 
 tation to-day, is it, Miss Bennett?" 
 
 Minna's answer was rather eager : "No, I think 
 not. You would like to be released, I am sure. I 
 shall expect you on Monday." 
 
 Irma half got into one of her gloves, and then 
 looked about for her parasol. 
 
 "I will hold it for you while you put on your 
 gloves, if you will allow me," said Vincent, dex- 
 terously possessing himself of the article. But the 
 demand in the gesture of her outstretched hand only 
 became more imperative. 
 
 "Thank you I will put them on as I go down." 
 She had almost reached the door, when he said, 
 with a fair though spasmodic imitation of jocu- 
 larity : 
 
 "You haven't told me yet how you are satisfied 
 with your pupil?" 
 
 "Which pupil?" 
 
 "Miss Bennett. She is my cousin, you know, so, 
 of course, I feel responsible for her progress." 
 
 "No, I didn't know," said Irma, and, making 
 some prim little remark about "suitable improve- 
 ment," she went out. 
 
 When Vincent turned back he found Minna 
 looking at him with recovered composure and some 
 symptoms of severity about the set of her mouth. 
 
 "Now, Vincent, please let it be clearly understood
 
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 that this is the last time you walk in upon my Ger- 
 man lesson." 
 
 "How can I help walking in upon it when you 
 operate in this underground fashion? Did I as 
 much as know that you were having German les- 
 sons?" 
 
 Vincent, looking utterly unsnubbed, had settled 
 himself comfortably in a chair. That his humour 
 had by no means suffered from the reproof could be 
 inferred from the fact that unsolicited though as 
 gingerly as though he were handling a new-laid egg 
 he lifted De Wet to his knee. 
 
 "So ignorant was I of your movements that I 
 turned in here with the express purpose of inquir- 
 ing whether you had found any pupils for Fraulein 
 Hartmann." 
 
 "It was because at this dissipated season I 
 couldn't find any that I sacrificed myself, though 
 you know as well as I do that I have about as much 
 use for German as for air-balloons. I'm not des- 
 tined for diplomacy, you know. It was your de- 
 scription of the forlorn pair of foreigners which 
 pushed me to do it; so the least you could do would 
 be to let me get as much of my money's worth out of 
 the lessons as my anti-linguistic talents permit of." 
 
 "Minna, you're a brick!" was all that Vincent 
 observed, as he very gently stroked the toy-terrier's 
 ears. 
 
 "If by that you mean that I'm more blindly trust- 
 ful in human nature than granny is, then you're
 
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 mistaken. Good-looking girls having to earn their 
 own bread have quite enough to cope with without 
 their ideas being unsettled by unnecessary notice. 
 And this girl is more than merely good-looking. 
 Why, I believe" and Minna relaxed a little 
 "that since she comes here De Wet's nose has been 
 distinctly out of joint. If there were beauty-shows, 
 instead of only dog-shows but never mind that. 
 There's another point: The girl is not only good- 
 looking, she is also good." 
 
 The straight look she gave him was one of those 
 defensive looks not of her person, but of her sex 
 with which even the plainest woman arms herself 
 at moments. 
 
 "I know she is," Vincent said, with a note al- 
 most of gratitude in his voice. And he knew it, too. 
 How? Let any young man who has sat opposite 
 to a girl half a dozen times with only a table be- 
 tween them answer the question. Any one short 
 of an idiot or possibly a saint will within that 
 space and be it under the eyes of ten watchful 
 chaperones have formed a probably correct idea 
 as to the moral value of the girl. 
 
 "For which reason," summed up Minna, with a 
 return to her judicial manner, "I shall expect you 
 to shun my door between four and five on Fridays." 
 
 "And Mondays," completed Vincent, but not 
 aloud, and with a gaiety of heart which the pro- 
 hibition had entirely failed to damp. 
 
 "All right, Minna; I'm not dreaming of unset-
 
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 tling any one's ideas. But it's a comfort to think 
 that that the old father is not in any want. I ran 
 against him once in Eaton Place looks awfully 
 ill and stricken, somehow. Seems to be walked off 
 his legs, too. They live miles off, I suppose?" 
 
 "Somewhere beyond Brompton," said Minna, 
 not considering it a case for precision. 
 
 "That means a cut through the Park," ran on 
 the inner monologue. Indeed, considering the re- 
 spective positions of Fortague Street and Brompton 
 Road, that cut seemed unavoidable. 
 
 Upon Minna's face as she tidied up the copy- 
 books there lingered a slight frown. It had not 
 been necessary to tell Vincent that compassion for 
 the foreigners had not been the only motive of her 
 action. Neither did she wish to betray that curios- 
 ity, being satisfied, had given way to a personal 
 interest which strengthened with each new meeting. 
 Already she was beginning to understand that it 
 might be difficult for any young man even such 
 a young man as was Vincent to shake off an im- 
 pression received from this vivid and strong indi- 
 viduality. The recognition could not but increase 
 a certain uneasiness of conscience. A slightly guilty 
 feeling towards the family in general shadowed 
 her. Prudence, indeed, seemed to point out a quick 
 severing of the connexion, a vanishing back of the 
 disturbing atom into the whirlpool of London as 
 the only absolutely safe course. But exactly in 
 measure as she recognised the danger grew her de-
 
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 sire for further exploration of the atom which had 
 achieved what so many much more "desirable" 
 atoms had failed to achieve. Lady Aurelia, as it 
 was, had raised her eyebrows to invisible heights 
 over Minna's German lessons but Minna was the 
 one member of the family whom she had never 
 been able to control. 
 
 Meanwhile, Irma, with a slight upward tilt of 
 her chin, was pursuing exactly the way surmised by 
 Vincent. Twice a week, lately, her homeward road 
 had afforded her glimpses of the season's glories, in 
 the shape of smoothly rolling carriages, of flashing 
 harness, of hats and frocks, at which her eyes gazed 
 as might those of Peri at the lost Paradise. 
 
 To-day she did not see these things. The sur- 
 prise of Vincent's appearance was still upon her. 
 Though having recognised Miss Bennett as the 
 lady visitor seen once at Eaton Place, the relation- 
 ship was a revelation, and awoke certain reflections 
 not unrelated to misgivings. Those "intentions" 
 so insultingly hinted at by Lady Aurelia might, 
 after all, not be a mere hallucination of her senile 
 brain. It was this thought which had stiffened her 
 in Vincent's presence, and it was this which had 
 tilted up her chin and lit a warlike spark in the 
 shadow of her eyes. Make a fool of her, indeed ! 
 Let him just try! His intrusion to-day, and the 
 well-simulated surprise, was the first move in the 
 game, no doubt, and the next would be an "acci- 
 dental" meeting. Who knows whether he was not
 
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 following her already? Irma's ears strained ner- 
 vously for every step in the rear which bore any 
 suspicion of hurry. When she found herself at the 
 other side of the park, unmolested, she fetched a 
 deep breath, and, but that dignity forbade, would 
 have dearly loved to cast a glance backwards, for 
 pure curiosity's sake. 
 
 Friday's lesson to which she could not but look 
 forward with a certain trepidation and with doubts 
 which cast their shadow even upon that nice, kind 
 Miss Bennett passed with a reassuring eventless- 
 ness. But this time on the homeward way a start 
 was not spared her, for, half-way along the walk 
 she followed, her eyes picked out from among the 
 advancing group a single, frock-coated figure which 
 she knew, and approaching at a pace which denoted 
 leisure. 
 
 "Now it is going to begin !" she said to herself, 
 while some little imp of excitement leaped to her 
 throat, and instinctively she locked her teeth and 
 took a firmer grip of her parasol handle, as though 
 of a weapon. It was only after their ways had 
 crossed with a good three feet between that both 
 her fingers and her teeth relaxed. Beyond a quickly 
 inquiring glance in her direction nothing had hap- 
 pened, not even a conventional elevation of his hat 
 a neglect which struck her as offensive to mere 
 civility until several paces beyond the spot of 
 meeting it flashed upon her that this was not 
 Vienna, and that the initiative of recognition had
 
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 lain with her. She gave an irritated little bite to 
 her lip. "I do wish they would have one rule for 
 bowing in all countries," her angry thought ran. 
 There was no object, of course, in direct rudeness, 
 and might give the ridiculous impression that she 
 was afraid. Well, she would make up for it next 
 time if there was a next time. Scarcely likely 
 that their paths should cross again. 
 
 When the unlikely thing came to pass, which it 
 did, not on the occasion of the next, but of the next 
 but one lesson in Fortague Street, Irma marshalled 
 all her social powers with the object of producing 
 a bow which should satisfy civility, while absolutely 
 discouraging approach. It was a question for very 
 nice balancing, and, if the truth must be told, the 
 critical blend had been practised at various odd mo- 
 ments before that same dim mirror in which "Vin- 
 dobona" had been steadily admiring her charms for 
 three weeks past. "Politely forbidding" was the 
 combination she aimed at. When the moment came 
 it turned out more forbidding than polite; and, 
 whether for this or for any other reason, there were 
 no signs of approach either on this or on any other 
 of the occasions on which, in her bihebdomadal 
 crossings of the park, the unavoidable salutation 
 was exchanged. No more than the orthodox 
 straight uplifting of the faultless hat, with scarce 
 so much as a quick turn of the eyes in her direction. 
 After the third or fourth repetition of the perform- 
 ance Irma began to laugh at herself. Here she was
 
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 going about armed to the teeth against the possible 
 "intentions" of a person who very evidently had 
 no intentions at all, and who, plunged as he, of 
 course, was in the vortex of London society, had 
 probably only the vaguest consciousness of her exist- 
 ence. There was a note of irritation in her laugh; 
 and no wonder, since she was feeling mildly ridicu- 
 lous. It was all that yellow-faced old woman's 
 fault for striking a false alarm. Even in these 
 chance encounters she would doubtless find fresh 
 fuel for suspicion. Were they actually pure chance? 
 The question would occasionally obtrude, only to 
 be pushed aside. What could it matter, since, clear- 
 ly, the diplomat was triumphantly innocent of any 
 desire of "making a fool" of her? So much the 
 better! ah, yes, of course ever so much the 
 better. 
 
 By the time Irma had reached this eminently sat- 
 isfactory conclusion summer was advancing, the 
 pavement growing hotter and the 'buses stuffier 
 than ever. The longing for green spaces and that 
 mountain air which she had never missed at this 
 season tugged uselessly at the girl. A change a 
 little change any sort of change ! her youth mut- 
 tered rebelliously under the dusty daily round. 
 
 The change tarried; yet one Saturday evening 
 there came a slight surprise in the shape of a note 
 addressed in a round, childish hand, vaguely 
 familiar.
 
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 "DEAR FREILEIN, 
 
 "Uncle says that praps yood like to see the beasts 
 at the Zoo and Sundays the best day because of not 
 beeing so big a crowd. So here is the order sined 
 becase you cant get in Sundays without a director 
 says so. 
 
 "Your affecshonat pupil, 
 
 "ToM POTTS." 
 
 "Just fancy that !" 
 
 In the height of her astonishment Irma said it 
 aloud. 
 
 Tom Potts was the same small boy the cessation 
 of whose lessons had been the first blow descended 
 in Spring, and "Uncle" was, of course, the indi- 
 vidual who had been the cause of this cessation. To 
 the grudge she felt against him he owed the only 
 place he had ever occupied in Irma's memory. But 
 in face of the piece of paper signed "Joseph Potts" 
 the grudge showed signs of melting. An expiation ? 
 Perhaps. It really was rather kind of him to have 
 thought of the Zoo all the kinder as he, too, dur- 
 ing all these months, had shown no further signs of 
 an unwelcome approach. Another false alarm. And 
 the employment of his nephew as a secretary 
 showed a tact with which she would not have cred- 
 ited him. Sunday ? Why, to-morrow was Sunday, 
 and the weather promised well. Already the weari- 
 ness of the long, hot afternoon was wiped from 
 Irma's face. At the mere prospect of such a thing
 
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 as an "outing" her eighteen years had reasserted 
 themselves. After months of drudgery even the 
 Zoo bore a promise of dissipation to which in old 
 days a ball had scarcely reached. Her first bit of 
 London sight-seeing of London of which she 
 knew a few streets by heart, and of the rest as much 
 as of the care of the African continent. Her father? 
 Surely he would not object. The Zoo on Sunday 
 was scarcely to be accounted one of those public 
 places which he naturally shunned. And the change 
 would be as good as a tonic to him she was sure of 
 that. If any question rose in Irma's mind as to the 
 perfect wisdom of accepting Mr. Potts's offer it 
 never became articulate, strangled at birth by the 
 craving for that "outing" which she was conscious 
 of having richly deserved. 
 
 When, therefore, Mr. Harding came home it 
 was not to have his advice asked, but to be con- 
 fronted by a fait accompli, Pattie having run to the 
 pillar-post at the corner with the note of acceptance, 
 in time for the last post. 
 
 "We've both of us worked hard enough to de- 
 serve a treat, papa, don't you think?" Irma argued. 
 "We'll see the lions fed, and we'll keep our crusts 
 from supper for the monkeys or perhaps they'd 
 prefer nuts ? You will like to go, papa, won't you ? 
 It's in a beautiful park, you know, and perhaps 
 we'll see real green trees again there." 
 
 "I like everything that my Antigone likes," said 
 Harding, smiling his unquiet smile. His own in-
 
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 stinct would have led him to keep in the shadows; 
 but the first terror of discovery had long since worn 
 off, and the sight of Irma's radiant face was de- 
 cisive. It was not much of an opportunity for pay- 
 ing off the tiniest installment of that debt of grati- 
 tude incurred towards his own child, and whose 
 weight was not the least of his trials, but such as it 
 
 was he took it. 
 
 ******* 
 
 "Fraulem!" 
 
 Irma was standing in front of a cage containing 
 a bored-looking baboon, whose interest she was 
 vainly endeavouring to arouse in the walnut in her 
 hand, when, amidst the human and semi-human 
 chattering around her, the address met her ear, or, 
 rather, rose to it, from a considerably lower level. 
 
 Until this moment all had gone splendidly. There 
 had been no difficulty about the 'bus, no hitch about 
 the admission ; a shower in the night had laid the 
 dust; the bears in the pit had climbed just at the 
 right moment; the most exotic birds had left their 
 dark corners to prune their brilliant feathers in the 
 welcome sunshine; the elephants had been conde- 
 scending, and even the boa-constrictors had exerted 
 themselves sufficiently to convince Irma that they 
 were not stuffed specimens. So far her "treat" had 
 gone without a blemish. But now 
 
 The bright face on which the unmixed enjoyment 
 was so plainly written turned towards the speaker, 
 and became, as a first result, frankly astonished.
 
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 "Oh, Tom you here? With whom " 
 
 But there was no need to complete the question, 
 since close behind Tom, who, indeed, appeared to 
 have been put forward in the guise of a social 
 buckler, stood Mr. Joseph Potts in person, with a 
 curve of his rosy lips which waited only for the sig- 
 nal of recognition to become a smile, and a well- 
 gloved hand half-way towards his shining hat. 
 
 "I am so thankful to you for having made use 
 of the order," he murmured, as he carefully uncov- 
 ered his flaxen head. 
 
 "Oh, I see!" Irma said it with a certain blank- 
 ness. "Yes, it was very kind of you. This is Mr. 
 Potts, papa, whom I think you don't know." 
 
 Having spoken, she gave one of those little, fierce 
 bites into her underlip which were the habitual out- 
 lets to angry emotions. Abruptly the glory of her 
 Sunday afternoon was extinguished, and extin- 
 guished in mockery, too, since she had the very dis- 
 tinct sensation of having walked into a trap. Almost 
 she could have slapped her own face for her stu- 
 pidity. Kindness and good nature, indeed, when 
 nothing but the most crying inexperience could 
 excuse her for not having recognised in the Sunday 
 order the assignment for a rendezvous! If any 
 doubt on the subject remained, the look in the motor 
 manufacturer's eyes would have made short work 
 of it. They were remarkably round eyes; and, 
 whatever might be the case in business hours, at this 
 moment they were melting in the most unbusiness-
 
 154 
 
 like fashion, almost to the liquidity of the typical 
 baby's eyes. Not unlike a magnified baby, in fact, 
 was the junior partner of the firm of Potts Brothers 
 and Co., being plump and chubby, with round, rosy 
 cheeks, thickly set with dimples, and shining, ap- 
 parently, from the recent application of soap. A 
 giant baby fresh from its bath, and miraculously 
 furnished with all its teeth. Beside him the seven- 
 year-old Tom, though chubby, too, looked quite 
 elderly; for Tom copied his father and not his 
 uncle, which resulted in measured movements and 
 a solemnity beyond words, as befitted a small per- 
 son on whom it had been early impressed that his 
 one business in this world, for which he could not 
 too soon prepare, was the making of money. When 
 seen beside his father he could be taken for a minia- 
 ture model of the full- sized article, one of those 
 costly mechanical toys, perhaps, constructed for 
 modern children while the round-eyed uncle might 
 stand for the very child that would delight in the 
 toy. 
 
 "We have been through all the houses, positively 
 through all the houses," he explained smilingly to 
 Irma, who had chucked the nut into the baboon's 
 cage, there to take its chance. 
 
 "No doubt Tom enjoyed the animals," she said, 
 as loftily as though she herself were quite above 
 any such enjoyment. 
 
 "It was not the animals we were after." The 
 significance of the accent was so unmistakable that
 
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 Irma felt positively grateful to her small ex-pupil 
 for breaking in just then with a serious warning. 
 
 "Uncle, there is only five minutes' time till the 
 sea-lions are fed." 
 
 "Yes, let us go to the sea-lions," decided Irma, 
 weakly. 
 
 An attempt made at the exit from the monkey- 
 house to draw Tom's hand through her arm proved 
 a failure. The ease with which he paired off with 
 her father seemed to point to previous instructions. 
 Evidently it was not as secretary alone that the 
 miniature business man had his uses. 
 
 As beside Potts, junior, Irma walked towards the 
 sea-lions' pond, she began to wonder whether Potts, 
 senior, was aware of his son and heir's epistolary 
 performance, and whether he would get a full 
 account of the visit to the Zoo. The scent of brib- 
 ery and corruption seemed to her all the more ripe 
 in the air, as a good part of the walk to the pond 
 was occupied by an explanation, concerning a Conti- 
 nental business journey from which Mr. Joseph 
 Potts had only just returned, and the insinuation 
 that but for this circumstance she would certainly 
 have heard from him ere this. 
 
 "I don't believe there's only one sea-lion," ob- 
 served Tom, having for several minutes intensely 
 and unsmilingly watched the manoeuvres of the agile 
 monster, reappearing with magical rapidity upon 
 the stone edge of the basin from each header after 
 the flashes of silver which started from the big
 
 156 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 basket on the keeper's arm. "I think there are two. 
 He wouldn't come back so quickly." 
 
 "With enough horse-power, why not?" mused 
 Mr. Potts. "Talking of horse-power, Fraulein 
 Hartmann," and his round eyes came back from 
 the stormily disturbed pond to Irma's face, "do you 
 know that we have just turned out an improved 
 'Cerberus,' with sixty-four power, with which we 
 expect to knock the Frenchmen out of the field? 
 You didn't know. Ah, perhaps you don't read the 
 Motor News?" 
 
 "I didn't know there existed a Motor News," 
 said Irma, a trifle crossly, for her spoiled holiday 
 rankled, "and if I ever make a nearer acquaintance 
 with motors it will probably be by being run over 
 by one." 
 
 His round eyes became two globes of wonder. 
 
 "Is it possible? You have never been inside a 
 car?" He was staring at her as at a natural phe- 
 nomenon and, at the same time, a person worthy of 
 the deepest compassion. "We came along at a 
 splendid pace to-day. Oh, if you would permit 
 me " 
 
 "Uncle, it is time for the real lions now," broke 
 in Tom's grave treble, after consultation with a 
 gold repeater which need not have disgraced the 
 broadest city waistcoat. Yet, though obviously de- 
 termined upon sound business principles, to get the 
 full benefit of his afternoon, the mannikin's 
 thoughts, even on the road to the "real lions," were
 
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 still at work upon the problem of the ubiquitous 
 sea monster. 
 
 "I don't believe there's only one," he confided to 
 Mr. Harding, even while pressing towards the spot 
 to which the hollow thunder of hungry roars guided 
 them easily. 
 
 Before the lions' summer quarters, jutting out 
 peninsula fashion from the main building, and 
 therefore accessible on three sides, the compara- 
 tively select Sunday public, hailing largely from 
 the nursery, was pretty fully assembled. A fearful 
 and delightful expectancy lay upon many of the 
 juvenile faces making a ring round that caged ter- 
 ror, while at the shock of each fresh roar some small 
 hand would unconsciously grasp tighter a fold of 
 the maternal skirt or the paternal coat. 
 
 "There is room here," said Mr. Potts, guiding 
 Irma to the least encumbered side, "unless you mind 
 the smell," for even here in the open the rank wild 
 beast odour filled the nostrils unpleasantly. 
 
 "I don't mind it for a few minutes. Papa, do 
 you? Tom, stay beside me," she said imperiously, 
 possessing herself of the small hand, by way of 
 a safety measure. Why should not Tom come in 
 useful to her, too, as well as to his uncle? "Oh, 
 how horribly yellow his eyes arel And how hard 
 he stares at Mr. Potts !" she added in her own mind, 
 with an irresistible inner chuckle. "I am sure he is 
 thinking how good to eat the dear gentleman would 
 be."
 
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 To judge from the fixity of the yellow glass eyes, 
 under which the motor manufacturer himself began 
 to fidget uncomfortably, the big lion close by seemed 
 to be quite of Irma's opinion. Nothing less than 
 the meat-laden basket's appearance on the arena 
 was needed to divert his royal attention. 
 
 "I hope the spectacle is not offensive to you," 
 Mr. Potts was murmuring in Irma's ear. "Some 
 ladies dislike the sight of the raw meat. Indeed, it 
 is not precisely appetizing." A slight grimace dis- 
 turbed his rosy face as he said it. Obviously the 
 raw meat was not to his taste. He himself looked, 
 indeed, as though he had been fed exclusively on 
 bread and milk. 
 
 "No, I don't mind," said Irma, impatiently. 
 
 "But perhaps your father does? He is not look- 
 ing very well." 
 
 Irma, turning her head quickly, saw that her 
 father, with a deadly pale face, was leaning so 
 heavily against a bar in front of him as to make 
 it seem probable that without its support he would 
 have fallen. Instantly both the lions and Mr. 
 Potts became things of unimportance. 
 
 "Papa! what is the matter? Are you ill?" she 
 asked urgently, above Tom's head. 
 
 His eyes were staring straight through the cage, 
 and out at the other side, glued, it would seem, to 
 a group imperfectly visible through the double row 
 of separating bars. Twice his lips moved before he 
 managed to say, in a whisper audible to her alone:
 
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 "It's Greyson, and he may see me any moment." 
 
 With panic clutching her heart, Irma peered 
 through the breadth of the cage, filled now by a 
 monstrous crunching of bones. She knew that Grey- 
 son was the London manager of the "Anglo- 
 Saxon." What she saw was a stumpy gentleman 
 with pepper-and-salt side-whiskers, and with a 
 small, fuzzy-haired girl clinging on to each of his 
 arms in what was evidently an ecstasy of shivers. 
 
 "That man with the girls?" 
 
 He nodded. 
 
 "But he hasn't seen you yet?" 
 
 "Not yet." 
 
 "Come away quickly. They are busy with the 
 lions now." 
 
 Dropping Tom's hand, she took hold of her 
 father's arm and attempted to support him. 
 
 "Allow me!" 
 
 Mr. Potts's vigorous aid was, for the moment, 
 not unwelcome. 
 
 "Your father is not well, I see. It is that hor- 
 rible meat, or perhaps the smell." 
 
 "Yes, yes the smell," said Irma, vaguely. "We 
 must get home at once. How far is it to the 'bus?" 
 
 "The 'bus? It is not to be thought of, Fraulein 
 Hartmann. Just look how white he is ! My car is 
 at the entrance ; you will allow me, surely " 
 
 "Ah, no we can get a hansom." 
 
 "Even if there happens to be one about it's 
 Sunday, you know ; he wouldn't be nearly so com-
 
 160 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 fortable in a hansom as in my car; the 'Cerberus' 
 neither vibrates nor smells, upon my honour it 
 doesn't, and cushions as soft as any sofa." 
 
 Had Irma been a possible purchaser, he could 
 not have more eagerly reeled off the virtues of the 
 article. 
 
 All the way to the entrance, during which Hard- 
 ing spoke nothing and dragged heavily at his arm, 
 Mr. Potts was praying fervently that no hansom 
 should be in sight. It proved to be one of those 
 rare prayers which find a direct hearing. 
 
 "You see, Fraulein Hartmann there is nothing 
 for it but my car." 
 
 He tried to say it with a not too indecent exul- 
 tation over the so fortunate combination of circum- 
 stances. 
 
 "Oh, well, all right if it doesn't take you too 
 much out of your way," said Irma, with the indiffer- 
 ence of recklessness, lost to all minor considerations 
 by the sight of her father's waxen face. 
 
 Half an hour ago it would have been hard to 
 believe that she could take her very first motor drive 
 with such a complete absence of interest in the sub- 
 ject itself. The dust-mask and goggles of the care- 
 fully turned-out chauffeur failed to amuse her, and 
 the speed with which they set in motion rejoiced 
 her only because she saw therein escape from a pos- 
 sible pursuit. She would have liked the vehicle 
 better still had it been closed, for by the mere col- 
 lapse of her father's figure she could guess at his
 
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 longing for a dark corner. It was only well beyond 
 Regent's Park that, with a new stab of pity, she 
 asked herself whether the pursuit had ever been a 
 real danger. Even if the eyes of the grey-whis- 
 kered gentleman had actually rested upon her fath- 
 er's face, would recognition have ensued ? Had not 
 suffering conspired with that snow-white beard to 
 weave as effectual a mask as the one worn by that 
 ridiculous chauffeur? 
 
 Meanwhile the "Cerberus" contained at least 
 one happy person. And even Tom, unduly cur- 
 tailed though he had been of the end of the lions' 
 feed, was too busy with his problem to feel the dis- 
 appointment keenly. 
 
 "I don't believe there was only one," was the 
 final confidence made to his pillow that night.
 
 CHAPTER VIII 
 
 BOB KENDALL 
 
 "Ir there's one thing that upsets my moral equi- 
 librium more than another," ruminated Vincent, at 
 the conclusion of a church parade, whose thinness 
 attested the waning season, "it's the wrong sort of 
 sermon." 
 
 At the park entrance he stood still, deeply con- 
 sidering. 
 
 "Now, I wonder if Eaton Place is expecting me 
 to lunch? Hum! I suppose so. If I could count 
 upon unmixed family they could have me and wel- 
 come. But when are they unmixed nowadays?" 
 
 Rarely, to say the truth. Of all the meals eaten 
 lately at the paternal board not one had been eaten 
 en famille. Let him cross the threshold at what hour 
 he chose, a visitor was sure to be in possession a 
 different one almost each time, but all belonging 
 to that well-defined class which in his grandmother's 
 mind crystallised into the right sort of wife. Fair 
 ones and dark ones, tall ones and short ones evi- 
 dently he was to be given a wide range of choice. 
 To a mildly chronic persecution of the sort he had 
 
 162
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 163 
 
 been hardened for long, but within the last two 
 months it had become acute. Heiresses positively 
 swarmed nowadays in Eaton Place, and girls with 
 connexions lurked in the very corners of the room. 
 No explanation had ever been given of their pres- 
 ence, and none asked. Lately, however, the heir- 
 esses had been left to the tender mercies of the ex- 
 Ambassador. 
 
 "Of course, I don't want to mangle granny's 
 feelings," mused Vincent, conscious of a strong de- 
 sire to shun the domestic table, and with eyes which 
 vainly plumbed the Sunday crowd for familiar 
 faces, "but if a fellow could get hold of a decent 
 pretext " 
 
 A hand falling heavily on his shoulder caused 
 him to turn his head. 
 
 "Vin, by Jove! What luck! My last chance, 
 too." 
 
 His hand was in that of a bearded giant, and 
 being wrung to the point of physical pain. In spite 
 of the pain Vincent's face cleared. 
 
 "Splendid! Just what I want! You're my pre- 
 text, Bob !" 
 
 "Your how much ?" 
 
 "My pretext. Never mind. We toddle 
 straight to my club. I annex you no, 'comman- 
 deer' is the right word, isn't it? for lunch." 
 
 The giant consulted his watch. 
 
 "All right. I'm yours for a couple of hours. 
 Packing all done, and only a few fellows to look
 
 up. I say, what luck to run against you, old boy ! 
 I wasn't even sure whether you hadn't cleared out 
 for your summer holiday; or are you kept too busy 
 at your intrigue-spinning business to be given play- 
 time?" 
 
 "I can have eight weeks' leave if I choose to ask 
 for it," said Vincent, with a trifle of stiffness, in- 
 duced by the word "intrigue." Bob, too! It was 
 absurd. "But I'm not sure about it yet." 
 
 Soon they sat on either side of a tiny table a 
 deux, with many good things to eat and drink, and 
 with Piccadilly the subdued Sunday Piccadilly 
 wherewith to amuse their eyes. 
 
 "Make the most of English food while you have 
 it," explained Bob, by way of apology for his appe- 
 tite, which was perfectly in proportion with his 
 frame, and above the napkin which he had inserted 
 into his collar and spread carefully over his Sunday 
 waistcoat. Distinctly colonial he looked among the 
 correct London silhouettes, the smallpox marks with 
 which his broad face was closely pitted emphasising 
 the flavour for where except in out-of-the-way 
 corners of the world is such disfigurement not obso- 
 lete ? and giving him at the same time a vague re- 
 semblance to some weather-beaten stone figure upon 
 which the drip of many showers has been at work. 
 Even the yellow-brown beard lent itself to the illu- 
 sion, marking as it did the tints of those mosses 
 which love to gather upon coarse-grained stone. 
 Besides all this, Bob Kendall had what some one
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 165 
 
 had once described as "screamingly honest" grey- 
 blue eyes, and a smile which, despite defective teeth, 
 contrived to be fascinating. The describer of the 
 eyes had likewise said that he looked "like some- 
 body's best friend"; but, in point of fact, there was 
 no monopoly to his friendship, since it belonged to 
 everybody. 
 
 Becomingly presently aware that Vincent was not 
 keeping pace with his achievements, his fork 
 dropped sympathetically. 
 
 "I say, old man, this won't do off your feed, 
 are you ? Is this the effect of overwork or of over- 
 play? I've never before known you meditative ex- 
 cept over politics. A penny for your thoughts, my 
 boy!" 
 
 "Eminently Sabbatical thoughts at this mo- 
 ment. I actually happen to be meditating upon the 
 sermon I heard this morning." 
 
 "Hum!" 
 
 Bob squinted at him doubtfully, for the depar- 
 ture was new. 
 
 "And the subject?" 
 
 "The abode of the blessed. Giving us his ideas 
 of Paradise, you know. By-the-by, I find there's 
 nothing for gauging a person's character like ques- 
 tioning him on his conception of eternal bliss. The 
 golden city, or the jasper city, or whatever the ma- 
 terial is, don't seem to be much in fashion just 
 now. Privately, I believe that the happy hunting 
 ground of the Indian is the ideal cherished by most
 
 i 66 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 of my countrymen a sort of glorified pheasant- 
 preserve or deer-forest it's the only really sport- 
 ing version when you come to think of it. The 
 ladies, I suppose to judge from the amount of 
 garden catalogues about would vote for the Gar- 
 den of Eden, with angelic gardeners, of course, and 
 unlimited spring-bulbs. But our man to-day was 
 much more go-ahead than that talked of nothing 
 but 'soaring through space' and the 'whirl of pin- 
 ions.' I fancy he had a flying-machine in his mind's 
 eye, or at the very least a manageable airship. 
 Something very much up-to-date, anyway. No place 
 in particular, but getting about as fast as possible 
 from one place to the other, seems to be his private 
 idea of bliss." 
 
 "Ha, ha ! You don't seem to agree with him. 
 Any idea of your own ?" 
 
 Vincent seemed to be looking for the answer in 
 the depth of his claret-glass, which he slowly emp- 
 tied. 
 
 "None very definite about the locality, I think, 
 or any preference for city or garden, so long as the 
 company was all right." 
 
 "And what would be the appearance of the com- 
 pany?" 
 
 "They would have to have blue eyes, I think, 
 and black lashes." 
 
 Bob let out half a guffaw, and then stopped it, 
 looking about him as though with a sudden con- 
 sciousness of his whereabouts.
 
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 "Oh, I see ! Sounds a bit Mahommedan, doesn't 
 it? Houris, you know, and that sort of thing." 
 
 "Why not?" said Vincent, with a smile that al- 
 most achieved the flippancy it aimed at yet with 
 his next word he dexterously turned the talk. 
 
 "And your idea? Let's hear what notions of 
 Paradise South Africa breeds." 
 
 "To me heaven stands for the place where there 
 are to be no more partings." Bob said it with a 
 sudden gravity which touched on wistfulness. 
 
 "To be sure ! You're fresh from down there, 
 aren't you ?" said Vincent, looking at his friend in 
 quickening sympathy. Knowing what a place part- 
 ings took in this man's life, he could weigh the 
 meaning behind the words. At the same moment 
 some other words, spoken by Minna not long ago, 
 returned to his mind. "Drab-coloured heroism," 
 she had said. It had never before struck him that 
 there might be some truth in this conception of the 
 big, simple-minded fellow, who always looked so 
 cheerful, and plied so good a knife and fork; but 
 a certain note in the voice which had just spoken 
 betrayed things behind. "A hero incog" was it 
 possible? More attentively than he had ever done 
 before, Vincent looked at his friend, glancing back 
 at his history the while. 
 
 A pretty commonplace history on the whole. 
 Nothing either very dramatic or very sensational 
 about the failure in life of these old family friends; 
 a self-inflicted failure, too, since it was in attempting
 
 i68 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 to double a very comfortable competence that the 
 speculative head of the house, seized by the Stock 
 Exchange mania, had landed himself and his de- 
 pendants in indigence. The only son, brought up 
 to expect millions, finished his education just in 
 time to become the sole support of his parents. Cir- 
 cumstances combined to add exile to his other trials. 
 For fifteen years past he had been managing a large 
 Transvaal farm for a rich Boer, who allowed him 
 a trip home every three years and gave good 
 enough pay to let him keep his aged parents in com- 
 fort, though not good enough to leave room for 
 his own settlement in life. Even had the profit been 
 bigger, the thing would have remained an impossi- 
 bility, for the "little girl" to whom his troth had 
 been plighted since boyhood was the only person 
 available to look after the old people, and would 
 as surely have refused to desert her post as it was 
 certain that he would never ask her to do so. 
 
 That plighting of the troth was an old affair 
 now, so old that the delicate profile of the "little 
 girl" was already sharpening, and that among her 
 golden hair some premature silver threads gleamed. 
 Neither was it a public matter, though both Vincent 
 and Minna owed their initiation to a burst of con- 
 fidence, having, however, to bind themselves over 
 to dead silence towards the old people. 
 
 "What's the use of telling them? would only 
 make them feel uncomfortable," Bob had argued, 
 when opening his heart to the younger man, than
 
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 whom, despite his forty-odd years, he was in many 
 respects younger. "She couldn't leave them alone 
 in any case. They were kind to her in the days 
 when they still had something and she had noth- 
 ing so, of course, she can't turn her back upon 
 them now that they've all got nothing together." 
 
 So things continued as they were; and every 
 three years Bob had the opportunity of noting how 
 much of the bloom had got rubbed off the flower 
 he had hoped to gather in the morning dew and 
 the partings grew sadder, but not less brave; and 
 old Mr. Kendall blessed Heaven aloud for having 
 given him so dutiful a son, and more loudly still 
 for having so nobly supported him in his up-bring- 
 ing for even in the recognition of Bob's qualities 
 this imperturbably self-satisfied old man contrived 
 to annex the chief credit. "Tell me what sort of 
 son you have and I will tell you what sort of a 
 father you are !" he would triumphantly fling at the 
 head of less fortunate parents, while pottering 
 about the garden of the comfortable cottage in 
 which Bob had settled him, quite as happy in watch- 
 ing his roses as he had once been in studying the 
 Stock Exchange columns, and blissfully unaware of 
 being in any way the recipient of a sacrifice. It was 
 so natural that a good son should not let his par- 
 ents starve, and, in particular, a father who, but for 
 the cruel persecutions of fate, would infallibly have 
 made of his son a millionaire. The mere happiness 
 of having him for a father seemed, in Mr. Ren-
 
 170 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 dall's opinion, to outweigh all other obligations. 
 Even had he known that Bob and Lucy entertained 
 for each other more than cousinly feelings, it is not 
 likely that his equanimity would have greatly suf- 
 fered. But the circumstance escaped his notice, in 
 which point he was probably less guiltily egoistic 
 than the large, lazy Mrs. Kendall, who had her 
 suspicions regarding the condition of Lucy's heart, 
 but kept them to herself because she disliked emo- 
 tions, and salved her conscience by reflecting upon 
 the fewness of the years lying presumably before 
 her, and which she craved only to live in peace. 
 
 To Bob and Lucy the situation seemed quite as 
 much a matter of course. In fulfilling so clear a 
 duty they had never been able to discern anything 
 out of the common. And, of course, it was clear 
 so clear that "not to do it would be to be a brute," 
 as Bob himself had once put it. But it was not the 
 thing done ; it was Minna had said that the way 
 of doing it. By the carriage of Bob's head, by the 
 readiness of his smile, it might have been supposed 
 that the burden on his shoulders was but a feather's 
 weight. And the "little girl's" pluck was equal to 
 his. In the weary years of separation those in the 
 secret would ask themselves: did it ever occur to 
 them that the opening of two graves would mean 
 deliverance? Humanly speaking, it seemed un- 
 avoidable ; but if the thought ever rose, it had never 
 got translated into as much as a fretful word, nor 
 even into one of blame for the hare-brained enter-
 
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 prises responsible for the ruin. The usual drop of 
 bitterness which goes to the composition of even 
 good-natured men seemed to have been forgotten 
 in Bob's case. 
 
 Something of all this Vincent considered, while 
 watching the size of the cheese chunks which the 
 other was disposing of. Was it because of his in- 
 vincible appetite (as though so huge a frame could 
 have subsisted on less) that the idea of sentiment 
 seemed so hard to fit into Bob's personality? 
 
 "So you're off to your drudgery for another three 
 years? Or has it stopped being drudgery? Maybe 
 you're a fanatic farmer by this time?" 
 
 Bob laughed knowingly. 
 
 "Give me a bit of land of my own, and you'd see 
 the fanatic fast enough. What with the soil and 
 the climate and the new opening up of the country 
 it's the place to breed the species. But it's difficult 
 to be fanatical about another man's ground, though 
 I don't believe I could do better for my own." 
 
 "And no chance of getting that bit of your 
 own?" 
 
 "None," said Bob, with a decisive shake of his 
 big head. "The building of the nest isn't a bit 
 nearer than when I spoke to you last." 
 
 The hand with which he stretched for his wine- 
 glass gave a slight but expressive jerk. 
 
 "But there are mouthfuls a-going, I tell you !" 
 he went on, with kindling interest. "Mouthfuls 
 that are being scrambled for already ! If ever there
 
 172 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 was a country with its future written plainly on its 
 face it's the Transvaal." 
 
 "Oh, yes, we've done a good deal, no doubt," 
 said Vincent, with a tepidity which increased Bob's 
 warmth, sending him off into a panegyric of South 
 African resources, in which ostriches, peaches and 
 diamonds aptly represented the three natural king- 
 doms. 
 
 "For a fellow with a bit of capital in his hand 
 it's a found bargain capital, brains and a free 
 hand," added Bob, with a half-sigh, quickly re- 
 pressed. "But, mind, I'm not complaining," he 
 carefully corrected himself. "There are lots of fel- 
 lows worse off than I. Give me an English master, 
 and I'd not have a word to say. This man is quite 
 one of the decent Boers, but somehow we seem to 
 be talking different languages. But as for com- 
 plaining no. Isn't it enough to have got tacked 
 back again on to dear old England? Why, it 
 scarcely feels like exile now ! And such a country, 
 too!" 
 
 Vincent listened rather dreamily to a second pan- 
 egyric, this time of rolling velds, towering gum- 
 trees and waving mimosa-bushes. 
 
 "And as for the sport !" 
 
 Bob had to fetch a breath before feeling compe- 
 tent to do justice to the glories of springbok and 
 bustard. 
 
 "Not that a fellow often gets the chance of a 
 shot," he admitted, in conclusion. "A Boer farmer
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 173 
 
 has a most excellent idea of getting his money's 
 worth out of either beast or man." 
 
 Close questioning elicited a few further facts 
 such as that Bob's quarters were a one-chambered 
 hut, that he had to be in the saddle by five every 
 morning, that the post arrived once a week, and 
 that the nearest Englishman lived twenty miles off ; 
 for the pathos of the existence of "everybody's 
 friend" was added to by the fact of severance from 
 all friendship. "The life of a galley-slave and of 
 an exile rolled into one," decided Vincent within 
 himself, while saying aloud: 
 
 "And that sort of life satisfies you?" 
 
 Bob appeared to be conscientiously looking for 
 a truthful answer. 
 
 "Isn't 'satisfy' a rather big word? I've told you 
 that it's not like working for oneself. But there 
 it's something, isn't it, to have a plain job cut out 
 for you, and to feel that you can do it? One doesn't 
 feel absolutely useless, you know," explained Bob, 
 with engaging shamefacedness. 
 
 "I suppose so," said Vincent, watching the 
 other's face in a way which betrayed some latent 
 interest. "Yes, your job is plain, anyway. No 
 twists and turns about your path of life, anyway. 
 Bob, you've never been bothered with ambition, I 
 suppose?" 
 
 "Ambition ? You mean wanting to make a name 
 in the world? All very well for the fellows with 
 brains like you, Vin, but not for the people like
 
 174 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 myself." This with a glance of deferential admira- 
 tion for his friend, for Bob belonged to the most 
 fervent believers in Vincent's future. 
 
 "Some of those Boer girls are handsome, aren't 
 they?" asked the other abruptly, after a long, at- 
 tentive gaze. "Have you never grown weak in 
 their hands, or are the hands too big for the pur- 
 pose?" 
 
 Bob's stare became acutely reproachful. 
 
 "Vin ! This from you ! And when you know 
 about the little girl?" 
 
 "Does her image actually suffice to overshadow 
 all her Boer sisters? Three years are a long in- 
 terval." 
 
 Vincent was still closely studying the face oppo- 
 site, possessed by a quite new curiosity concerning 
 the strength of Bob's attachment, or, perhaps, of 
 the affairs of the heart generally. 
 
 "It might be fifty years," said Bob, very low and 
 very gravely, "and it would make no difference." 
 
 "Ah!" 
 
 Vincent leaned forward, with arms folded on the 
 table, intent upon losing no word. 
 
 "So the feeling can be as strong as that, can it? 
 I've heard of such a thing as constancy, but I don't 
 think I ever before met it in the flesh. And yet I 
 wager you've had your opportunities. They like 
 big men out there." 
 
 Upon this Bob became confused, and, presently, 
 hard pressed, confessed that there was one of his
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 175 
 
 employer's daughters and a fine girl, too whom 
 he could have any day for the asking. 
 
 "The father would give her to you?" 
 
 "And a slice of ground into the bargain. He 
 has too many daughters to be particular." 
 
 "Bob, you must be awfully fond of that little 
 girl," said Vincent, suddenly thoughtful. 
 
 "I can't help it," pleaded Bob, almost in apol- 
 ogy. "It's just that nothing else counts beside her." 
 
 Vincent took one more long look into his friend's 
 face, then shook himself and proposed an adjourn- 
 ment. 
 
 "My last London day," said Bob, as 'they de- 
 scended the club steps, and sending his glance about 
 him with the sweeping movement of a net, seeking 
 to catch as many fragments of home-pictures as it 
 could be got to enclose. As, rather silently now, 
 they strolled about the Sunday streets, Bob was 
 storing up these fragments to live on for three 
 years more. 
 
 "Last time I was home," he remarked, presently, 
 "the tube was the newest thing. This time it's the 
 motor-'bus. What will it be next time ? You pam- 
 pered sons of civilisation can't imagine how amus- 
 ing the motors have made the streets for us almost 
 as amusing as a live toy-shop where all the mechani- 
 cal toys are being trotted out together. I'm never 
 tired of watching them. Very few about to-day. 
 Ah there ! Just stop a moment, like a good boy, 
 and let me have my stare."
 
 176 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 They had reached the corner of Park Lane, down 
 which a particularly smart-looking motor-car, 
 guided by a particularly grotesque-looking chauf- 
 feur, was approaching at top speed. 
 
 "Awfully neat thing, that!" grinned the delight- 
 ed Bob, in the rush of air which followed tbe tumul- 
 tuous vehicle. "Eh, Vin?" 
 
 Looking round for an answer which delayed, 
 Bob perceived that his friend was standing appar- 
 ently rooted to the edge of the pavement, with 
 fixed glance drawn in the rear of the vanishing car. 
 
 "What are you glaring at? Friends of yours?" 
 
 Vincent visibly pulled himself together. 
 
 "No of course not. I was only wondering at 
 the pace. You'll be off, I suppose, now, won't you ? 
 And I'm afraid I have some calls to pay." 
 
 The parting was more abrupt than seemed quite 
 explicable to Bob. 
 
 The calls, however, were not paid, for the reason 
 that Vincent was too busily occupied in exercising 
 his mind over what he had just seen. Even in that 
 instant of swift passage he had clearly recognised 
 Fraulein Hartmann, with her father beside her, and 
 had been vaguely aware of a young man and of a 
 small boy. For this strange fact whose strange- 
 ness, to be sure, was no earthly concern of his he 
 felt pushed to find an explanation. 
 
 A young man and a motor these were the ele- 
 ments of the problem; a private motor, obviously, 
 and as seemed logical to suppose- belonging to
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 177 
 
 the young man. Another inference frequently 
 drawn from the proximity of a young man and a 
 young woman likewise presented itself for consid- 
 eration. Well, she was beautiful enough to make 
 anything seem possible, so why not the capture of 
 a rich youth ? and, even from that flying glimpse, 
 Vincent had gathered the impression of blatant 
 prosperity. Yes, but the boy? Absolutely he did 
 not know where to put the boy. A pater-familiasf 
 The aspect had been too conspicuously youthful to 
 support the hypothesis. To be sure, he might be a 
 villain and in that case in that case it likewise 
 was no concern of Vincent's. And yet he was aware 
 that the unriddling of the riddle had become neces- 
 sary for his peace of mind. 
 
 "To-morrow is Monday!" he concluded his re- 
 flections. 
 
 Next afternoon, in the middle of the German 
 lessons in Fortague Street, there was the sound of 
 what appeared to be a slight scuffle outside the 
 drawing-room door, upon which Vincent walked 
 in unannounced by the baffled Wilson, and looking 
 entirely unabashed. 
 
 "My dear Vincent!" began Minna, but, noting 
 the set of his mouth, merged her protest into a 
 question as to whether he had brought any news 
 from Eaton Place. 
 
 "No news," said Vincent, with what looked like 
 perfect coolness; "only a farewell message from 
 Bob Kendall. You need not move, Fraulein Hart-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 mann I shall not interrupt for long. Bob Kendall 
 was that big man with the beard whom you per- 
 haps noticed yesterday at the corner of Park Lane," 
 he added, turning more deliberately towards Irma. 
 
 "Park Lane?" she repeated, meeting his piercing 
 look of inquiry with one of obvious incomprehen- 
 sion, her fingers pausing in the turning over of a 
 page. 
 
 "So she did not see me," noted Vincent, while 
 pursuing: 
 
 "Yes. I was not aware that you liked motor- 
 driving. But unless you want to be brought up for 
 excess of pace I should advise you to look after your 
 chauffeur" 
 
 At sight of the rush of blood to her face the 
 veiled bitterness of his tone translated itself into a 
 somewhat merciless smile. 
 
 "My chauffeur! Oh, I see you mean Mr. 
 Potts's chauffeur." 
 
 ("Potts!" Down went the name into a mental 
 notebook. ) 
 
 "A friend of yours ?" he asked, and by the proud 
 astonishment in her eyes became aware that he had 
 put the question as though he had the right to an 
 answer. Hurriedly he attempted to get rid of this 
 undue earnestness of tone, much as the air-shipper 
 will lighten his balloon by throwing ballast over- 
 board. Without waiting for her answer, he said, 
 forcing another smile: 
 
 "Perhaps it was to amuse the small Potts that
 
 179 
 
 you were going so fast ? for there is a small Potts 
 in the question, isn't there ? A pupil, no doubt?" 
 
 But the attempt at carelessness did not nearly 
 come up to his usual efforts in that line. 
 
 "He has been my pupil, but I don't give him les- 
 sons now." 
 
 "Perhaps it is the papa who is rubbing up his 
 languages?" 
 
 "Mr. Potts is not his papa I mean, not this 
 Mr. Potts only his uncle." 
 
 "Ah ! Capital institution for small boys, bache- 
 lor uncles are !" 
 
 Against his own will his glance had again be- 
 come inquisitorial, as with drawn brows and nar- 
 rowed pupils he waited for the correction of the 
 word, on which he had laid an imperceptible stress. 
 But no correction came, and in the displeasure on 
 Irma's face confusion was plainly mingled. 
 
 It was at this moment that Minna, till now a 
 silent observer of the scene, interposed with some 
 question touching Bob Kendall. It relieved the 
 tension enough to preserve conventions, but not 
 enough to ensure a normal ending of the inter- 
 rupted lesson, Fraulein Hartmann's disturbance be- 
 ing too evident to let Minna wish to detain her. 
 Though Vincent had not even sat down during the 
 short dialogue, it was, after all, Irma who, under 
 cover of an improvised excuse, first withdrew. 
 
 For some moments silence reigned in the small,
 
 i8o POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 crowded drawing-room. Then Vincent turned to 
 Minna and said, with recovered calm : 
 
 "Minna, I think I shall ask for those eight 
 weeks' leave, after all." 
 
 "I think you had better," said Minna, and foe 
 the moment that was all that passed between them* 
 
 That night, or, rather, next morning, on his re- 
 turn from one of the last gatherings of the season, 
 Vincent elaborated the train of thoughts started in 
 that remark. 
 
 "This won't do, Vin, my boy," he apostrophised 
 himself while stretching between the sheets, "ab- 
 solutely this won't do ! High time to clear out for 
 a bit. What are the facts? A young person who 
 gives lessons is seen by you in a motor-car. In- 
 stantly you require to know who the motor belongs 
 to, and now that you know it you're not a bit hap- 
 pier. You've ascertained that he's a bachelor. Well, 
 what of that? And supposing his intentions to be 
 matrimonial which that guilty heightening of col- 
 our certainly seems to imply in what way can that 
 possibly regard you? A man who can purchase a 
 motor-car of that description is probably at liberty 
 to purchase whatever sort of wife pleases him. But 
 your path doesn't lie in the direction of penniless 
 and nameless teachers never can lie in that direc- 
 tion. Oh, yes, it's time to clear out. By Autumn 
 it's ten to one the Roman secretaryship will be va- 
 cant, which will put half Europe between me and 
 her. But en attendant I go."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 181 
 
 Now that he faced the situation he did so fully 
 making no pretense about the feeling that possessed 
 him, and which he now knew to have possessed him 
 ever since the first meeting for Irma had made 
 upon him something of that same sort of instan- 
 taneous impression which her mother had once 
 made upon her father. Both Irma and Isabella be- 
 longed to the order of women whose victims go 
 down at the first blow. Yet, unlike Edward Hard- 
 ing, Vincent had no thought of surrender. He had 
 always known that some such battle would have to 
 be fought some day. All sorts of arguments and 
 principles were lying ready for the occasion, like 
 weapons diligently furbished. Well, he would use 
 them that was all. A couple of months on Scotch 
 moors, or, better still, on that Norwegian river, to 
 which a standing invitation of diplomatic origin, 
 of course gave him free access, would be all that 
 was required. 
 
 "It's got to be got over, same as distemper," Vin- 
 cent coolly argued. A dose of sulphur usually cured 
 sick puppies. It was therefore to be expected that 
 a dose of Norwegian salmon would prove of equal 
 service to the human puppy. 
 
 "I'll secure my ticket-of-leave to-morrow," he 
 decided, just before turning over. "This day week 
 I may be off and meanwhile I'll steer clear botH 
 of Fortague Street and that particular line of the 
 park." 
 
 Suddenly he laughed out loud.
 
 182 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "What a good boy am I ! What a perfectly rea- 
 sonable and model youth and how pleased granny 
 would be!" 
 
 He laughed again almost convulsively a note 
 of self-scorn ringing through that of self-approval.
 
 PART III 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 "CERBERUS" GOES A-WOOING 
 
 FILBERT GARDENS was agitated to the depth of 
 its dingy brick heart. 
 
 Not that this was the first invasion of its almost 
 cloistered precincts by this smartest of smart motors 
 for midsummer had witnessed the apparition 
 more than once but that for quite two months past 
 it had been watched for in vain. Its resuscitation 
 was at least as sensational as had been its original 
 appearance. At almost every second window, pierc- 
 ing the pseudo prison walls, were to be seen noses 
 flattened against panes, eyes gloating upon the de- 
 tails of the shining and mysterious vehicle for to 
 be shaved by a motor in the street, and to see one 
 standing at your neighbour's door, are two separate 
 and distinct experiences. Children were being 
 held up to see and tremble before the goggles of 
 the hairy monster the chauffeur having on this 
 chilly October day donned his winter coat. Not a 
 person in the street in whom the presence of this 
 
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 i8 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 embodiment of luxury did not induce an increase 
 of self-respect, and not a landlady who was not bit- 
 terly asking herself why lodgers with "motor vis- 
 itors" should fall to other people's share and not 
 to her own. The dwellers on the first floor of the 
 house so honoured, a family which described itself 
 as "artistic," who had taken to bowing to Irma at 
 the time of the motor's first appearance, and 
 dropped the habit with its disappearance, began to 
 think seriously of scraping acquaintance with the 
 "foreigners." Mrs. Martin herself, whose face and 
 figure were barely familiar to her lodgers they 
 knowing her chiefly as a voice had toiled up from 
 subterranean regions, and stood on the doorstep, 
 holding converse with the hairy man, and gathering 
 upon her broad person all the reflected glory of the 
 incident; while behind her Pattie's ecstatic grin ex- 
 panded unrebuked. 
 
 Meanwhile, within the sitting-room-bedroom, 
 Irma was having a "bad quarter of an hour." 
 
 "I cannot, Mr. Potts really, I cannot," she 
 pleaded, in growing distress. "I am truly touched 
 by your offer, believe me, and, of course, I cannot 
 doubt your affection, since beyond myself I have 
 nothing to give. But it is impossible for me to to 
 do what you want." 
 
 "But I am offering to marry you," said Mr. 
 Potts, with his globelike stare of surprise, and tri- 
 umphantly underlining the great word. "You can- 
 not have properly understood me ; I am proposing
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 185 
 
 to lead you to the altar, all right, and to give you 
 my name, and all that sort of thing. I don't expect 
 my family to be over-pleased, of course. They 
 want me to marry money, because of the firm. But 
 I don't see why a man shouldn't marry whom he 
 chooses, so long as he can afford it, and I can do 
 that, thank Heaven!" 
 
 A modest little pull upwards of his spotless collar 
 punctuated the gratitude. 
 
 "Blow the money, I say, so long as the connexion 
 is respectable, and I haven't the smallest doubt that 
 you can give me every assurance on that point. Your 
 grace and and your charms quite make up for the 
 want of fortune, in my eyes," he added, in tones 
 which, despite their melting quality, betrayed some 
 of the condescension of the king towards the beg- 
 gar-maid. 
 
 "You are very kind," said Irma, hovering on the 
 verge of a burst of nervous laughter. 
 
 "Not at all; I mean it, really upon my word I 
 do. I should have spoken two months ago that 
 time after the Zoo you know only that Will- 
 iam whisked me off on another business journey 
 a got-up job, I do believe, just to get me out of the 
 way. But William can't keep me out of London 
 forever, and he'd better not try !" 
 
 The baby face crumpled into a frown which did 
 not seem able to threaten anything worse than tears. 
 
 "I've taken the very first opportunity of coming
 
 1 86 POiMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 upon my word I have, Miss Hartmann or 
 or surely I may say 'Irma' now?" 
 
 "Oh, no, please not!" murmured Irma, moving 
 back apprehensively, for the enamoured motor man- 
 ufacturer was leaning forward in his chair at an 
 angle well-nigh perilous. 
 
 He gazed at her aghast, the dimples in his pink 
 cheeks slowly disappearing, his liquid gaze, so to 
 say, solidifying. 
 
 "You cannot mean that your refusal is serious? 
 Have you understood that " 
 
 "That you wish to marry me yes, perfectly," 
 said Irma, in whom exasperation was gaining the 
 upper hand. "I should have thought that my re- 
 fusal was as plain as your offer." 
 
 For a moment longer he remained in his forward 
 position, with rosy lips dropped apart, so naively 
 taken aback by the rebuff that again Irma had to 
 struggle for gravity. Then came the explosion. 
 
 "But, Miss Hartmann, you can't have consid- 
 ered, you can't have grasped what it is that you are 
 refusing! It's not only that we could make our 
 honeymoon in the 'Cerberus,' scouring Europe, 
 mind you, at the rate of sixty miles an hour, and 
 any corner of it you fancy Alps, Pyrenees noth- 
 ing need stop us, since the 'Cerberus' laughs at hills 
 but that you'd never need to sit behind a horse 
 again, unless you want to. Why, I'd undertake to 
 teach you the trick yourself in a week. Any child 
 can manage our engines that's the beauty of them
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 187 
 
 and since we have put in the steel cylinders, and 
 the beaten brass water-jackets " 
 
 "Thank you, Mr. Potts. I am sure there will 
 be plenty of candidates for that honeymoon, but I 
 do not intend to compete." 
 
 "You surely don't mean to say that you dislike 
 me?" he asked, struck by a new idea. His appre- 
 ciation of the "Cerberus," as a rule, rather swamped 
 his appreciation of his own person, or, more prop- 
 erly speaking, identified itself with it. At this mo- 
 ment, however, the personal question penetrated. 
 
 "Oh, no, not at all," said Irma, hastily j as averse 
 to wounding so unconscious a conceit as she would 
 have been to hurting a child. "It is not that. But 
 I cannot marry. There are reasons. My 
 father " 
 
 "I have thought of that," broke in Mr. Potts 
 with magnanimous eagerness. "Your father could 
 live with us. There is plenty of room, and really 
 I should not object at all. Mr. Hartmann seems 
 such a quiet person; I am sure we should get on all 
 right; and any one can see that he is highly respect- 
 able. Even William cannot possibly object to the 
 connexion." 
 
 In a species of desperation Irma got to her feet. 
 It seemed the only way of ending the interview. 
 
 "Thank you again thank you," she said, a trifle 
 convulsively. "Really, you are very generous. But 
 it's no use talking. It just cannot be."
 
 i88 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Perforce risen, he looked at her with a new 
 attention. 
 
 "You are agitated, Miss Hartmann only to be 
 expected. Perhaps I have been too sudden. Don't 
 be anxious I am going. But I don't accept this 
 as your final decision. I shall give you a month to 
 think over it a whole month and then I shall 
 come back again." 
 
 "It will be no use," protested Irma, but to deaf 
 ears. Nothing seemed to convince Mr. Joseph 
 Potts of defeat. He went out at last, with self-sat- 
 isfaction almost restored smiling already at the 
 victory which he considered not endangered, but 
 only deferred. It was but natural, after all, that 
 a girl in Irma's position should be struck foolish 
 by the honour done to her, and in her astonishment 
 should doubt her ability to fill the place offered. 
 But a month's quiet reflection would help her to 
 believe in her good luck. 
 
 The "Cerberus," followed by the eyes of half 
 the dwellers in Filbert Gardens, had barely panted 
 round the corner when Pattie had to open the door 
 again to a pedestrian this time. 
 
 "Surely that was Mr. Potts's motor that I met 
 just now?" asked Harding, entering with rather 
 more animation than was his wont. "Has that 
 young man turned up again ? What does he want?" 
 
 Behind the assumption of carelessness a certain 
 suspense pierced.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 189 
 
 Irma turned, her face still full of the distress of 
 the recent scene. 
 
 "Oh, papa, he wants to marry me ! It is such a 
 bother ! You can't imagine how worried I am." 
 
 "To marry you?" 
 
 Harding stood stock-still, looking hard at his 
 daughter. "He has actually made you a formal 
 proposal? No mistake about it?" 
 
 "Not the shadow of a mistake. He explained it 
 three times over. I expected him to spell it ouf 
 next." 
 
 "And you, Irma?" 
 
 He seemed to catch his breath after the question. 
 
 "I? Oh, I tried to let him down as easily as 
 I could. I hope I wasn't too rude, but I had to be 
 distinct." 
 
 "You refused him off-hand?" 
 
 "Of course. What else could I do?" 
 
 Harding laid aside the hat he had till then been 
 holding in his hand, and slowly let himself down 
 into a chair. 
 
 "Yes what else could you do?" he repeated 
 heavily and bitterly; "chained as you are to a fugi- 
 tive and a criminal bearing a name stained for- 
 ever how could you venture to grasp the gift of 
 Fate? Oh, to think that I should stand between 
 my own child and her fortune!" 
 
 "Papa 1" cried Irma, between laughter and tears, 
 startled by so unwonted a breach in the monoto- 
 nous grey wall of his habitual reserve; "but you are
 
 190 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 not standing between me and anything! I swear 
 to you that I am sacrificing nothing. I could never 
 marry Mr. Potts, even if if nothing had hap- 
 pened." 
 
 She was kneeling beside him, gently forcing up 
 his bowed head, in order to give him the assurance 
 of her eyes. It was a long and mistrustful look 
 which he took into those eyes, but slowly it brought 
 him conviction. 
 
 "And yet it is a wonderful chance!" he said, in 
 a tone that had now become speculative. "The 
 man is a good sort, I think, and he seems sincerely 
 attached to you. And there can be no doubt about 
 his fortune, I suppose?" he added, with a touch of 
 hesitation, and looking away now from Irma's face. 
 
 "Oh, he's hugely rich, I believe." 
 
 "And riches don't tempt you at all?" 
 
 Irma fell into a momentary reflection. 
 
 "Ah, yes they tempt me; but not in Mr. 
 Potts's company." 
 
 "And yet his attachment must be very genuine," 
 persisted Harding, his eyes once more shifting from 
 beneath his daughter's look, while the play of the 
 fine wrinkles on his face betrayed the uneasy work- 
 ing of some thought behind. 
 
 "I believe it is genuine." 
 
 "And quite disinterested, of course. The cir- 
 cumstances prove that up to the hilt. A man like 
 that might even be ready for sacrifices, might he
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 191 
 
 not? There is no doubt, at any rate, that he could 
 afford them." 
 
 "What sort of sacrifices, papa? I don't under- 
 stand. What are you thinking of ?" 
 
 "Just a passing idea. Stained names have been 
 washed clean ere now by a pecuniary sacrifice; and 
 it requires no more than that to put right the wrong 
 I committed. If these people were satisfied the 
 unfortunates who were my victims I could show 
 my face again. Your mother even might forgive me 
 perhaps ; or, at least, I could die with the knowl- 
 edge that the shame was lifted." 
 
 He spoke in an almost breathless hurry, a faint 
 streak of red appearing in his sallow cheeks and 
 about his sunken temples. Since the day of their 
 common flight it was the first plain reference to that 
 load of unliftable shame under which he dumbly 
 fretted; and, even to his daily companion, the fever 
 of his tone was a revelation. In silent expectation 
 she gazed at him, waiting for the further words 
 which she saw trembling on his lips. 
 
 "Just an idea, you know. In summer, that time 
 after the Zoo, when he came back to inquire after 
 my health it was so clearly a pretext I could not 
 
 help thinking Just supposing, now, that you 
 
 had felt any sympathy for this young man if it 
 had been possible for you to think of him as your 
 husband what a wonderful chance that might have 
 been always supposing that he actually is the man 
 to to come up to the occasion."
 
 192 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 He gave her a sharp look of inquiry, which Irma, 
 despite her aching heart, could not but answer with 
 a smile, the image of Mr. Joseph Potts being still 
 too fresh in her mind to let the humorous side of 
 the situation keep decently out of sight. 
 
 "I see, papa," she said, softly laying her hand 
 upon his; "but you needn't regret my want of in- 
 clination, for of one thing I am quite sure: Mr. 
 Potts would never be the man to make your dream 
 come true." 
 
 "No I suppose not it was only an idea," said 
 Harding, all the eagerness gone abruptly from both 
 voice and face. "Probably it will never come true. 
 How should it ? It would have been too good for 
 real life the debt to those unfortunates and the 
 debt to you blotted out at one stroke ! Such things 
 don't happen !" 
 
 "To me?" 
 
 "Yes yes the heaviest of them all. Your 
 youth eaten up by my age your spotlessness black- 
 ened by my sin and no chance of repaying ! Oh, 
 it stings, it stings 1" 
 
 Groaning, he covered his eyes with his gaunt 
 hands, but not before Irma had caught in those pale 
 blue eyes a look she had never seen there before 
 a look in which something like anger seemed mixed 
 with the anguish, and which she could not explain, 
 never having yet undergone the galling pressure of 
 benefits unredeemed. 
 
 Even without this understanding the impression
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 193 
 
 left by the interview was a painful one. She knew 
 now that her father was less consoled, less resigned 
 even than she had dared to hope. Deep pity seized 
 her anew, so deep as to set her ruminating as to 
 whether, under given circumstances, she could ever 
 have accomplished the sacrifice of becoming Mrs. 
 Joseph Potts, and to end by feeling grateful that 
 he was so obviously not the man for the occasion. 
 Poor Mr. Potts ! How easy it was to picture the 
 horror upon that baby face at the hearing of her 
 real name! The horizon in which commercial re- 
 spectability loomed so big would certainly never be 
 able to embrace her family misfortune. Even it 
 appeared a question whether the exigencies of that 
 spotless business conscience, which nothing can dis- 
 turb more deeply than any tampering with the al- 
 mighty dollar, might not compel him to communi- 
 cate with the police. To a generous silence he 
 might possibly stretch certainly not to more. 
 
 The Mr. Hartmann whom he pronounced "re- 
 spectable" might hope for a place at his board; but 
 the defrauding bank director oh, horror! 
 
 No, that marriage would always have been im- 
 possible. If any marriage ever were possible, it 
 could only be one in which her father would, so 
 to say, be taken over in the bargain in which, in- 
 stead of losing a daughter, he would gain a son. 
 Which would presume a very great love, and also 
 a complete independence of the opinions of men, 
 and of their favours.
 
 194 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Here, without any apparent reason, Irma began 
 to think suddenly of that day in Fortague Street 
 when she had last seen Mr. Denholm. On that 
 occasion she had made an astonishing discovery 
 she had discovered that this man was in her power. 
 Up to what point? Of this she could not be sure. 
 It depended upon his own powers of resistance ; for 
 obviously he was resisting. She had seen it all 
 within the few minutes of their brief interview, 
 read it in the intense question of his eyes, in the 
 would-be scorn of his tone. Of dark motives his 
 reserve of attitude had by this time absolved him. 
 What then ? Far, far in the back of her head Irma 
 had brought away from that interview an idea that, 
 if she chose to put out her powers, she might pos- 
 sibly overcome the resistance; but even in the mo- 
 ment of recognising this she had decided that the 
 powers should not be put out. Why? Because he 
 was indifferent to her? The answer dragged. But 
 that was neither here nor there. The real reason 
 for her instant decision was the manifest impossi- 
 bility of the thing. She did not belong to herself; 
 she belonged to her father. In the moment of 
 espousing his cause she had renounced all private 
 happiness. 
 
 And once more she had armed herself against a 
 danger which apparently did not exist, since upon 
 the meeting in Fortague Street there had followed 
 a great blank, not enlivened by so much as a single 
 encounter in the park. Whether the traceless dis-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 195 
 
 appearance of "the diplomat" meant voluntary 
 flight or official transference to some foreign post 
 mattered little. The chapter was evidently closed. 
 On the whole it might be wisest to consider the 
 matrimonial chapter generally as finally closed, and 
 to rehearse the role of old maid, which she had 
 hitherto thought synonymous with "old cat." Yet 
 some old maids were not a bit like cats Miss Ben- 
 nett, for instance, whose absence from London 
 helped to make the late summer months drag so 
 heavily. Such bright spots those two days a week 
 had been. For in Fortague Street she was treated 
 not like a teaching-machine, but like a human being. 
 Without having asked a single indiscreet question, 
 or, indeed, any question at all, Minna had somehow 
 managed to convey to the girl the impression of an 
 almost motherly interest in her person and her do- 
 ings. Hitherto Pattie had been the only thing in 
 the shape of a friend which the wilderness of Lon- 
 don had afforded the exile. Even now Pattie still 
 kept her humble place, but Miss Bennett bade fair 
 to fill another, hitherto perforce vacant. 
 
 All the emptier the months during which Lon- 
 don, for all its sweltering life, presented some of 
 the features of a burnt-out volcano. The fever of 
 gaiety, the plotting of social intrigue, the hot pur- 
 suit of success, of invitations, of eligible husbands, 
 had left behind it a dryness and exhaustion of which 
 the dusty leaves and the closeness of imprisoned air 
 seemed but the material expression. To a stranger's
 
 196 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 eye the streets might seem full ; to that of the initi- 
 ated they were empty, though only in fashion's 
 haunts were the symptoms glaring in lowered 
 blinds, in areas once lively with the clatter of plates 
 and the hiss of cooking-pots, now animated only by 
 come emaciated cat, hunting for some possibly for- 
 gotten bone of past banquets. In the park, 'Arriet's 
 plumed hat took triumphant possession of what had 
 once been the seats of the Mighty, while in the 
 desecrated Row indescribable females in home-made 
 habits bumped along gleefully upon hired hacks. 
 
 The weariness of it all was enhanced for the ex- 
 iles by the acuter anxieties of this almost breadless 
 season. Harding had found temporary employ- 
 ment as foreign correspondent in a shipping office. 
 With this, and with the advance upon the lessons 
 to be resumed in autumn, which Miss Bennett 
 had pressed upon Irma, it had been possible to get 
 through the summer but not much more than 
 possible. 
 
 Another thing without which it would have been 
 difficult to get through the summer was the Ora- 
 tory; for Irma's enforced idleness left her too much 
 time to think, too much leisure to worry over such 
 things as her father's health, for instance. More 
 than once, alarmed by his bloodless face and dull 
 eyes, she had urged medical consultation ; but from 
 this Harding shrunk obstinately, having since the 
 rencontre in the Zoo become more conspicuously 
 nervous regarding possible recognition. Lately,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 197 
 
 Irmahadgot into the habit of carrying these private 
 worries to the same spot where she had for the first 
 time in her life consciously prayed. It was a strange 
 fact that contact with her own faith had come to 
 her only in this country of "heretics"; and yet not 
 strange, since convictions, either religious or politi- 
 cal, burn ever the brightest beneath the breath of 
 antagonism. Here, in the enemy's country, she saw 
 fervour for the first time, emanating from people 
 who in a friendlier atmosphere would probably 
 have sunk to the somnolent laxity of her former ex- 
 periences. At its touch her own drooping faith put 
 out fresh blossoms, and so conscious was she of her 
 gain that she got as far as an experiment upon her 
 father. Shyly and shamefacedly, seeing him in the 
 depth of one of his despondent fits, she had sug- 
 gested a visit to the Oratory. Harding, though vis- 
 ibly surprised, made no resistance just as little as 
 he had resisted when at the time of his marriage he 
 had, for the "simplification" of matters, been asked 
 to adopt Isabella's faith. But the experiment was 
 a failure. So plainly did Irma read this in the wan- 
 dering eyes that the attempt was not repeated. That 
 flower of faith which in her young heart had so 
 joyfully struck root could find no foothold in this 
 weary and wornout soil, exhausted by a life of 
 money-making, sucked dry by a human love that 
 verged on idolatry. Where a goddess reigns su- 
 preme there is small room for a god. 
 
 The long, empty time was over now. Even be-
 
 i 9 8 POiMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 fore the reappearance of the "Cerberus" one or two 
 former pupils had resumed their lessons, Miss Ben- 
 nett among others. By a certain blankness of feel- 
 ing following upon that first lesson in Fortague 
 Street, Irma became aware that she must have gone 
 there in a state of subconscious expectation. That 
 had been a week back, and the blankness persisted, 
 quite illogically; for that there should be no men- 
 tion of the "diplomat," and no encounter in the 
 park, was surely the natural and probable event. 
 Most likely he was composing treaties or what- 
 ever it was that diplomats composed at the other 
 end of Europe if in Europe at all. Strange how 
 long the coming winter seemed under the illumina- 
 tion of this quite disconnected fact. Even life itself 
 had taken on a trick of stretching out before her 
 mind's eye with the monotony of a road that has no 
 turn and with something of its greyness, too.
 
 CHAPTER II 
 THE "SHOW" 
 
 A KEEN, clear September day under that pecu- 
 liarly northern sky which has the pale, greenish- 
 blue tint of a bird's egg, with the hum of wind in 
 the pine-trees on the heights married to the tinkle 
 of water in the depths, in a union which will never 
 know divorce, and with Vincent Denholm, minus 
 a necktie, on his back upon the gentian-spangled 
 hillside, taking deep breaths of the perfect air. 
 
 "Yes, I am cured," he was confiding to the near- 
 est pine-tree a knowing-looking veteran with flow- 
 ing lichen beard. "Just shows how much depends 
 on taking a thing in time. Never felt cooler or 
 more reasonable in my life which isn't saying lit- 
 tle, my hoary friend, though it may amuse you to 
 shake your head at me. Nothing like air of this 
 quality, combined with plenty of exercise, for quash- 
 ing anything in the shape of fever. The distemper 
 is over, and the puppy is going in future to be a 
 healthy puppy, and to do its little tricks all right. 
 The dose of sulphur has sufficed, and I can go back 
 safely to that confounded Foreign Office, which 
 
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 200 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 hasn't found me a ticket yet, hang it ! Mercy, how 
 blue those gentians are, and how the pine-branches 
 stream out against the sky! If you half-shut your 
 eyes they don't look like pines at all. Let's see 
 
 what is it they do look like ?" 
 
 ******** 
 
 And a month later, another day: a murky Octo- 
 ber day, this, with "London grease" as plentifully 
 spread upon the pavements as butter is, in unthrifty 
 households, spread upon bread; and overhead a 
 grey vault, which did not drip down in rain only 
 because it was apparently still hesitating as to 
 whether it had not better dissolve into fog. 
 
 In Vincent's attitude and appearance as great a 
 contrast. Far from sprawling in easy attire, he 
 stood to-day rigidly upright, in garbs of ceremony, 
 gazing upon a spectacle which, though possibly less 
 soothing, appealed to him far more directly than 
 had done the Norwegian hillside, and the enjoy- 
 ment of which he owed to a certain royal, or semi- 
 royal, foreigner, who had lately betaken himself 
 from an earthly kingdom to a heavenly one or 
 so, at least, it was politely taken for granted. The 
 august foreigner having been a Catholic, the tribute 
 to his memory necessarily entailed the presence of 
 the corps diplomatique and of various ministerial 
 personages at a papistical place of worship in this 
 case the Brampton Oratory. 
 
 Many were the state coaches that followed each 
 ether down Brompton Road, and dense the crowd
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 201 
 
 about the gates to watch the descent of personages 
 resplendent in the uniforms of all countries, with 
 breasts blazing with orders as thickly set as the 
 flowers in a carpet-bed; so over-decorated, some of 
 them, that it seemed a wonder they did not sink 
 under the weight of their honours. In the matter 
 of an object-lesson upon the text of the clothes mak- 
 ing the man, nothing like the corps diplomatique in 
 full fig for giving it. Here it is that an assembly 
 of what, without the attending circumstances, would 
 be a collection of more or less used-up old world- 
 lings with the pallor of bureau-work fighting upon 
 their flabby faces against the marks of high living, 
 and with the atmosphere of the Court more than 
 of the bureau, and of the boudoir more than of the 
 Court floating about their betressed and perfumed 
 persons are turned by suggestion into the very 
 symbols of power. And not to the vulgar public 
 eye alone. Vincent himself, a part of the pageant 
 though but a modest and quite unresplendent 
 part was vividly conscious of the impression. In 
 those old men with the pouched eyes and the shaky 
 legs, whom the gorgeous footmen were so respect- 
 fully assisting to alight, he was looking at his own 
 future minus the shaky legs, which he confidently 
 
 hoped to escape. They were not Prince A , or 
 
 the Marquis de B , or the Duke of C - to 
 
 him, as little as to the gaping crowd; they were Ger- 
 many, and France, and Russia they were Power 
 personified; and yet not such power as he hoped
 
 202 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 some day to personify since to stand for the Brit- 
 ish Empire surely meant to touch the pinnacle of 
 human ambition. 
 
 Even the sparkle of the diamonds upon the deco- 
 rations, even the plumes upon the head-coverings, 
 did their part. It was with a flash of that self-scorn 
 which sometimes visited him that Vincent recog- 
 nised it. Call it a "sham" as much as you like it 
 did what it was meant to do. The solemnity of 
 the requiem mass could not but heighten the impres- 
 sion. Seldom had Vincent felt in a better humour 
 with himself and his profession than when, in the 
 wake of his chief, he descended the Oratory steps. 
 
 And then, abruptly, right into the middle of his 
 vision of the future came a shock, dealt by a pair 
 of eyes seen swiftly in the crowd, and lost again, 
 and yet more than merely seen, actually met, during 
 that one passing moment. No mistake possible. 
 As at the stroke of a stage director's signal, the 
 "show" sank out of sight and a single face usurped 
 its place. The first sensation had been one of un- 
 reasoning joy, the second of painful distaste. To 
 see her in the closely packed crowd, jostled by the 
 mob of both sexes, offended something within him. 
 He did not know whether it was the pleasure or the 
 displeasure which had set a-going this strange 
 thumping motion behind his frock-coat. Which- 
 ever it was, it sent him home tongue-tied, and with 
 his victorious humour considerably dashed. 
 
 And this not a month since he had lain on his
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 203 
 
 back on the hillside and confided his recovery to 
 the pine-tree, which, by the by, had wagged its 
 beard at him, as he now distinctly remembered I 
 Disconcerting, to say the least of it. 
 
 Sitting down to think it out over a solitary pipe, 
 he began to understand a few things ; for instance, 
 why, of all the mountain flowers, he had never been 
 distinctly aware of any but the gentians, looking 
 at him from out of the grass like so many blue eyes ; 
 and why the pine-branches streaming out against 
 the sky had tantalised him with visions of dark 
 tresses unbound and floating in the breeze tresses 
 which, of course, he would never see unbound, 
 though some luckier man might some man who 
 would not require to sacrifice his private feelings 
 to his career. For, of course, they were going to 
 be sacrificed. No thought of surrender had yet 
 touched him. A hard fight was it going to be, in- 
 stead of the mere skirmish he had fancied? Well, 
 so much the worse, or perhaps so much the better, 
 and how much sweeter the victory I 
 
 His lean jaw set so grimly that he all but bit 
 through the pipe between his teeth. But the thought 
 which followed was coloured by a certain self-dis- 
 trust gathered from late events. 
 
 "All the same, I wish that appointment wouldn't 
 hang fire much longer. I've a notion that the air 
 of any other capital would suit me better just now 
 
 than that of London." 
 
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 204 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "Bob Kendall?" said Lady Aurelia, with a pro- 
 testing uplifting of her yellow hands; "whatever 
 you do, Minna, my dear, leave me alone with Bob 
 Rendall! What do I care whether you've had a 
 letter from him or not? All about planting and 
 sowing, of course, and oxen and pigs, and just when 
 I'm thanking my stars on my knees for getting away 
 from farmyards and fields and greenstuff in gen- 
 eral, and beginning to feel like a human being 
 again, instead of a dairy-maid. I beg that you do 
 not press Bob Kendall's virtues upon me. What- 
 ever you do, give me room to fall !" 
 
 Poor Bob had never stood high in Lady 
 Mummy's graces, representing as he did an aggra- 
 vated example of that type of degraded person who 
 "lives in the country and keeps a trap" only that 
 in this case the country was the veldt, and the trap 
 presumably an ox-waggon. The yearly purgatory 
 of country-house visits barely absolved, and revel- 
 ling in the first glee of recovered town sensations, 
 the dowager could not possibly spare attention for 
 people of this description. London was, of course, 
 not as good as St. Petersburg or Paris, but it stood 
 miles above the various "Halls" and "Castles" re- 
 cently endured, and in which it had been her sad 
 lot to sit out conversations upon such distressingly 
 rural topics as the best arrangements of herbaceous 
 borders, and even discussions upon the respective 
 merits of Plymouth Rocks versus Speckled Ban- 
 tams.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 205 
 
 "In the country," as Lady Aurelia was accus- 
 tomed to define the situation, "it either rains, and 
 you can't go out, and have to sit in a room full of 
 dogs and gardening catalogues and conversation to 
 match, which is bad enough ; or else it doesn't rain, 
 and then you are expected to go out and admire the 
 results of the catalogues, which is much worse." 
 
 "Let Bob Kendall go to the you needn't look 
 at me so hard, Cissy; I'm not going to swear, but 
 only to remark that he had better betake himself 
 to the kopje or the kraal, or whatever it is they call 
 their things out there, while we discuss more thrill- 
 ing topics in first line this morning's show. That's 
 what I want to hear about. I'll never forgive that 
 knee of mine for keeping me out of it. As if it 
 couldn't have reserved its pranks for one of the 
 times in the country, when one's bed is one's best 
 refuge, anyway! But no, it must trick me of one 
 of the few chances of seeing them all in a bunch 
 together!" 
 
 ("They," as in this household is almost super- 
 fluous to specify, stood for the corps diplomatique.) 
 
 "Oh, it was lovely!" said Cissy, with the rap- 
 turously regretful sigh of the outsider who has not 
 always been an outsider; for what was even Vin- 
 cent's presence in the pageant beside the glories of 
 former days ? After having felt oneself an integral 
 ingredient in the European Concert, it is not easy 
 with a good grace to take a seat among the ordi- 
 nary public.
 
 206 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 If Cissy's sigh was not echoed by Chrissie it was 
 only because at this moment she was occupied in 
 replenishing the cup of a tall young man with a 
 silky black moustache and shiny hair brushed so 
 close to his head as almost to present the appearance 
 of a neatly fitting black satin skull-cap. This gen- 
 tleman, too, had formed part of the morning's 
 pageant, being the Conte Guido Galliani, attache 
 to the Embassy of His Majesty Victor Emmanuel. 
 
 Yet Cissy's sigh found an echo in the ex-Am- 
 bassador, who had not been able to resist the temp- 
 tation of lacerating his own feelings by contemplat- 
 ing the spectacle which to him represented the past, 
 just as plainly as to his son it stood for the future. 
 
 "A fine sight, undoubtedly. In fact, I had no 
 idea how fine a sight it was," he added, with his 
 winning smile, "until I saw it from the outside, so 
 to say." 
 
 "But I want an account from some one who saw 
 it from the inside. The Conte hum, the Conte 
 seems pretty well occupied; always a pity to disturb 
 an entente cordiale, I say. But there's Vincent. 
 Where is Vincent? Why is the boy lurking in the 
 shadows? Doesn't he know that I'm waiting for 
 his impressions of the show? Now, don't try and 
 tell me that it left you cold !" 
 
 "No, it didn't leave me cold at all, granny; quite 
 the reverse." 
 
 "Could so much pomp and circumstance leave 
 any but the most hardened philosopher cold?"
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 207 
 
 It might have been by mere chance that Minna's 
 eyes and those of Vincent encountered just then. 
 Yet it was as a challenge that he took the words, 
 and answered them as such. 
 
 "Outward form, if you like; not a thing in itself, 
 but the expression of a thing. So long as there is 
 something worth expressing behind it I don't see 
 how you can logically call the form empty." 
 
 "Dear me, was I calling it anything?" asked 
 Miss Bennett, innocent-eyed. 
 
 "Talking of pomp and circumstance," mused Sir 
 Christian, lost in reminiscences, "all this is nothing 
 to the Russian way of doing things. Now, I recol- 
 lect during my St. Petersburg time " 
 
 "Oh, Vincent, do you know what the Conte is 
 saying?" broke in Chrissie's voice from the tea- 
 table. "He has just been offering to stake his soul 
 or his gold watch, I forget which upon the 
 chances of separate Hungarian representation with- 
 in the next five years." 
 
 "Then you mustn't give up your Hungarian. By 
 the by, how is it getting on?" 
 
 Cissy had asked the question before she remem- 
 bered that it might have been better not to ask it, 
 and looked apprehensively towards her grand- 
 mother, who, owing to the obstacles to mastication 
 presented by a slice of plum-cake, had been kept 
 out of the talk for some moments. 
 
 "You couldn't expect it to get on in Norway," 
 said Vincent, a trifle irritably, as it struck Minna.
 
 208 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "And you aren't contemplating putting him 
 through an exam., I hope," cut in Lady Aurelia, 
 sharply, having by this time overcome the plum- 
 cake. "I want to hear more about the show, Vin- 
 cent. Nothing original about the condolences, I 
 suppose? Did the Marquis use his pocket-hand- 
 kerchief? He's a dab hand at crocodile tears. Any 
 bon-mots a-going? Next to treaties, there's noth- 
 ing like mourning services for bon-mots, I notice." 
 
 But if Lady Aurelia had meant to get away from 
 Hungary, as a possibly delicate ground, her efforts 
 were not seconded by Minna, who just then bluntly 
 remarked : 
 
 "I've been reading a book about Hungary, a 
 German book, called 'Die Legion Klapka.' I can 
 read German quite decently now, you know; and 
 with a future ambassador to Budapest in my rela- 
 tionship, I naturally consider it my duty to study 
 the Hungarian question. It's an awfully enlight- 
 ening book." 
 
 "Ah, The Legion Klapka,' " said the Conte, 
 drawing near, with interest plainly piercing upon 
 his pale, intelligent face. "Yes, it is enlightening, 
 is it not? It geeves you so good an idea of the 
 national situation." 
 
 But for the occasional dragging of a vowel 
 vain attempts at the softening of a barbarous tongue 
 the Conte's English was perfect. 
 
 "Yes. But it enlightened me on other points, 
 too: for instance, Bismarck's prodigious genius in
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 209 
 
 the matter of making fools of his allies, as well as 
 mincemeat of his enemies. The skill with which 
 he egged on the Hungarian rebels to form their 
 illicit battalion, and the neatness with which he 
 dropped them, exactly like a hot potato, in the mo- 
 ment he found that he could do without them, fills 
 me with wondering admiration." 
 
 "Yes, yes," agreed the Conte, eager and bright- 
 eyed, "he was our master no doubt of it." 
 
 "And yet, to look at his face, you would take 
 him to be just a good, honest bulldog." 
 
 "That's the beauty of it," chuckled Lady Aurelia. 
 "Nothing like a bulldog face for throwing dust in 
 the eyes." 
 
 "It was a political necessity," said Vincent, who 
 had been moving uneasily on his chair. 
 
 "What was? To bribe soldiers to break their 
 oath of fealty, behind your adversary's back, while 
 before his face you keep up all the forms of legiti- 
 mate warfare? If those are political necessities, 
 then why, then, I'm rather glad I'm not in poli- 
 tics," finished Minna, with her comfortable laugh. 
 
 "All is fair in love, war and diplomacy," said 
 Sir Christian, while an airy gesture of his white 
 hand seemed to wave aside all such petty considera- 
 tions. 
 
 "Even things which, called by their names, would 
 be blackguardism in private life?" 
 
 "Ah, but we don't call things by their names," 
 smiled the Conte, brilliantly and sweetly. "We
 
 210 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 would be unworthy of our profession if we did 
 that. We follow the evangelical counsel of being 
 wily as the serpent, you know." 
 
 "And leave out the other half about the dove? 
 I see." 
 
 "Really, Minna," laughed the gleeful dowager, 
 who would, perhaps, have been enjoying herself 
 less if she had thought of observing Vincent's face, 
 "you're not up to the rudiments of the trade. Why 
 not bring out the copy-book at once and tell us that 
 honesty is the best policy?" 
 
 "You're forgetting your Georges Sand, Minna, 
 my dear," put in Sir Christian, with a playfully ad- 
 monishing shake of his fluffy white head. "Don't 
 you know that 'La franchise d'un diplomate serait 
 le mensonge d'un particulier?' ' 
 
 "Excellent! excellent!" laughed the delighted 
 Conte, showing a set of teeth as delicate as those of 
 a woman and as incisive-looking as those of a squir- 
 rel. "That's what I always say; we're the licensed 
 liars, just as the soldiers are the licensed mur- 
 derers." 
 
 "Oh, Conte, that sounds almost wicked," said 
 Chrissie, with a glance of not too severe reproof, 
 while Vincent put in sharply : 
 
 "But our license only extends to white lies." 
 
 "The colour of the lie seems to me to be entirely 
 a subjective question. To some people I imagine 
 that all lies are always black."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 211 
 
 Minna did not look at Vincent as she said it; but 
 nevertheless he bit his lip, as at the sting of a shaft. 
 
 "Only to the fools," decided Lady Aurelia. 
 "Why, it's the quintessence of the game of life, 
 which is just one big humbugging of other people, 
 as we all know." 
 
 "And then it is so amusing," put in the Conte, all 
 smiles. He called it "amioosing," which in no way 
 obscured his meaning. 
 
 "Isn't it, just! Oh, it's the serpents that have 
 the best time of it, depend upon it, and not the 
 doves. No sport half so good as leading people 
 about by the nose, without their knowing that they 
 are being led about, eh, Conte?" 
 
 Vincent got up and walked to the window, where 
 he stood drumming upon the panes with all his 
 ten fingers at a time. His grandmother had a 
 knack quite unconsciously practised of bringing 
 out the baser side of his profession, which never 
 failed to disturb him; but it had never disturbed 
 him quite so much as to-day. That delight in in- 
 trigue for intrigue's sake almost making an end 
 of what should have been but a means was just 
 now peculiarly irritating, perhaps because since the 
 discovery of the morning his nerves had not quite 
 recovered their balance. 
 
 Into the midst of his angry reflections broke his 
 father's musical laugh. 
 
 "Ha, hal I should think it was good sport! 
 When I remember the way we led them about by
 
 212 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 the nose at the Mareggio Conference, during my 
 Roman time ! Didn't we just make them dance to 
 our pipe ha, ha !" 
 
 "And, better still, the way you all of you together 
 conspired to lead Europe about by the nose at the 
 Vol au Vent Conference. Just as though you'hadn't 
 good enough dinners at home !" 
 
 Recognising the bone of contention, the ex-Am- 
 bassador's face put on its cloak of official dignity. 
 
 "My dear Lady Aurelia, I'm tired of explaining 
 that " 
 
 "Then suppose you don't explain, but leave us 
 to form our own conclusions. That paper-cutter, 
 now, the very one you're holding in your hand, 
 Conte, do you know its origin? No? Why, it's 
 Christian's souvenir of the Valamow Conference; 
 the only thing he could secure inkstands, penhold- 
 ers, and even blotting-pads all gone before. They 
 scrambled for things at the end, you know ; had to 
 carry off relics of those happy fourteen weeks; 
 though, personally, I should have thought the 
 menus were relics enough. I'll wager the Conte 
 doesn't know why a Russian meeting-place was de 
 rlgeur. Do you, Conte? Just because caviare 
 doesn't carry well, as every gourmand worth the 
 name knows; and because several high statesmen 
 considered that they wouldn't have exhausted the 
 experiences of life if they went to their graves with- 
 out having tasted the article fresh. Upon my word,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 213 
 
 I've a mind to call it 'Caviare Conference,' for a 
 change." 
 
 In the burst of laughter which followed, the out- 
 raged ex-Ambassador's protests were drowned, no 
 attention being over for him unless, indeed, Lady 
 Aurelia's muttered "Farceur!" may possibly have 
 been directed to his address. 
 
 "How amioosingl Oh, how amioosing!" assured 
 the Conte, with an instinctive laying of his hand 
 upon his heart? as the most eloquent means of em- 
 phasising his delight. 
 
 ******* 
 
 "I am sure the Conte Galliani will make a charm- 
 ing ambassador," said Minna to Vincent, as to- 
 gether they descended the stairs ; "and such a happy 
 one, too! Coming my way? No?" 
 
 "No, I am not coming your way," said Vincent, 
 with a certain stiffness; and, having ceremoniously 
 helped his cousin into her hansom, he walked oft 
 solitary, in quite a different mood from the one in. 
 the morning. He was not feeling at all pleased 
 with Minna; and, what is more, Minna knew it, 
 and yet* smiled to herself in the depths of her han- 
 som in an obviously impenitent fashion.
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 IN THE HEART OF THE FOG. 
 
 "ARE you sure you hadn't better give it just an- 
 other quarter of an hour? It may lift yet; it often 
 does before evening." 
 
 "It has lifted a little already. I am afraid that 
 quarter of an hour would just encourage it to come 
 down again. Thank you, Miss Bennett, but my 
 father may be getting anxious. I promised to be 
 home by daylight, though this isn't daylight really." 
 
 It was anything but daylight. The gas, which 
 had not been turned off since morning, showed dusk- 
 ily brown window-panes; and even in the closed 
 space a certain dimness floated, giving a slightly 
 woolly outline to things in general. De Wet, per- 
 haps aware of the unbecoming atmosphere, was 
 living up to his name by having disappeared 
 bodily into his basket, where he lay shivering under 
 an embroidered cover. 
 
 "A hansom?" suggested Minna, but not hope- 
 fully. 
 
 "Who's to find it? And how is it ever to find 
 Filbert Gardens ? I was told a story the other day 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 215 
 
 of a hansom-driver who had got off his seat, in order 
 to lead his horse, and who couldn't find it when 
 he was down, but wandered off into the fog, leav- 
 ing his unfortunate fare stranded. No, no there 
 is nothing for it but to grope one's way, and that 
 one can only do upon one's feet, you know." 
 
 "I wish you had not to grope it alone, though," 
 said Minna, with a sigh of dissatisfaction. 
 
 Irma smiled gratefully. This was one of the 
 moments that cheered her with the sense of sym- 
 pathy. 
 
 "Thank you, Miss Bennett. To hear you say 
 that is almost as good as having an escort. But 
 I'm getting quite used to it now really, I am." 
 
 "Was it not uncomfortable at first?" 
 
 "Very," said Irma, frankly. "You see, abroad 
 it's different, and mamma was always so particular." 
 
 "Is it long since you lost your mother?" 
 
 "I have not lost her; she is alive." 
 
 Irma stopped short. It was the first direct ques- 
 tion which Miss Bennett had ever put to her, and 
 suddenly she realised that, of course, her well-wisher 
 must take it for granted that she was motherless. 
 Her face both flushed and hardened, while she 
 spoke quickly : 
 
 "She is in Austria. Probably I shall never see 
 her again. Yes, the fog is a little better; I really 
 must go. Don't be nervous about me, Miss Ben- 
 nett. What is to happen to me, after all?" 
 
 "I don't know. All sorts of things happen. I
 
 216 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 forget how many people have walked into canals 
 during this week." 
 
 "Well, I'm not going near the canals, and I shall 
 give the Serpentine a wide berth. Good-bye, Miss 
 Bennett." 
 
 There was something apologetic in Minna's part- 
 ing pressure of the hand. She could not say what 
 had forced that question to her lips. Evidently her 
 curiosity on the subject of this girl was still far from 
 satisfied. 
 
 Downstairs, upon the door-step, Irma stood for 
 a moment, like a person summoning courage to take 
 a header into water. This was the fourth consecu- 
 tive day during which London had had to take the 
 existence of the sky for granted, and was beginning 
 to have serious doubts regarding that of the sun. 
 The degrees of gloom varied, but persisted, occa- 
 sionally mocking the victims with the faint resem- 
 blance of a release, only to smother them afresh. 
 On the whole, it was much like living under a huge 
 blanket which is held by the four corners, and being 
 lowered and raised at the sweet will of the holders. 
 Delicate lungs wrestled with the atmosphere, and 
 even eyes that were not delicate smarted under its 
 persistent sting. All day long the gas and electric 
 lights made ineffectual yellow and white blotches 
 upon the darkness ; all day long the dwellers by the 
 river were wearied by the foghorn's monotonous 
 voice, which to impressionable minds always has in 
 it something of a cry of distress. That almost
 
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 theatrical appearance of fog-bound London was 
 becoming habitual. People and things appeared 
 and vanished like something in a murky transfor- 
 mation scene. On the comparatively deserted pave- 
 ment each pedestrian might think himself alone, 
 until another appeared beside him, standing up as 
 though out of a trap-door. 
 
 Irma, with the plan of streets well before her 
 mind's eye since to her body's eye they were veiled 
 steered cautiously for the Marble Arch. Before 
 she had reached it the blanket had come down again 
 as low as ever. It was her ears as much as her eyes 
 that warned her of the closeness of Oxford Street. 
 Just as she was wondering whether her nerve would 
 ever rise to the ordeal before it, she ran against 
 something which she took to be a walking moun- 
 tain, but which revealed itself as an arm of the law, 
 and, in some inexplicable way, was spirited across 
 in safety. 
 
 "The Marble Arch?" she asked her huge pro- 
 tector, rendered huger by the uncertainty of outline. 
 
 He moved a vague arm in a given direction, and 
 was simultaneously swallowed back into the fog. 
 
 If Irma did not miss the Marble Arch to-day it 
 was only because of the familiarity of the ground. 
 Nevertheless, having reached it, she had another 
 moment of hesitation. Her usual line to Albert- 
 gate was shortest, but would not Park Lane be 
 safer in such darkness as this? she asked herself, 
 gazing into the yellow sea before her.
 
 218 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "See you across, lidy?" 
 
 Irma turned with a start. At her elbow stood 
 a shabby, stumpy, grey-bearded individual, inquir- 
 ingly touching his hat. The gesture was humble 
 and the grey beard confidence-inspiring. Through 
 the yellow gloom it shone like a label of respecta- 
 bility. 
 
 "Will it be safe?" she asked doubtfully. 
 
 "Sime as Bank of England." 
 
 "And you are sure of the way?" 
 
 "Sime as my packet." 
 
 "Very well. I will give you sixpence for taking 
 me to Albert-gate." 
 
 "I'm your man, lidy," said the old man cheerily, 
 and began to move forward. "Just you sticks to 
 me, and never fears!" 
 
 Circumstances making propinquity appear advis- 
 able, it was but natural that the guide should keep 
 barely half a pace in advance of the guided. After 
 a time, Irma noticed that his head turned rather fre- 
 quently from side to side, and that he appeared 
 to be peering through the gloom, perhaps in order 
 to verify the direction. 
 
 "Are you sure we are going right?" she once 
 asked anxiously, to which he replied as encourag- 
 ingly as before : 
 
 "Just you sticks to me I" 
 
 After another five minutes he seemed to be walk- 
 ing slower and looking about him more carefully. 
 Fearing to hurt his feelings by a renewed inquiry,
 
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 Irma held her tongue, but in her heart of hearts 
 began to fear that he had missed the way. Nor 
 was there any soul near of whom guidance might 
 be obtained. Since entering upon this walk they 
 had not met another person. The park seemed 
 as deserted as though it had been midnight instead 
 of the middle of the afternoon. 
 
 All at once the man stood still and faced round. 
 
 "The first thing I've got to say, lidy, is that if 
 yer scream I'll knock yer down." 
 
 He said it so quietly and in so completely every- 
 day a manner that Irma, though she heard the 
 words, did not at once grasp the meaning. 
 
 "How do you mean?" she asked mechanically, 
 yet without conscious alarm. 
 
 "I mean just that it would be better not to make 
 a fuss. Work has been awful bad lately, and a pore 
 man like me 'as to tike wot comes 'is way. That's 
 wot I be meanin'." 
 
 For an instant Irma did not feel her heart beat- 
 ing; in the next it seemed to be hammering all over 
 her body. She had seen his face, with the distorted 
 mouth and the glistening eyes, fixed greedily upon 
 her fur-trimmed jacket one of the last remnants 
 of Vienna splendour and at the sight of her own 
 monstrous imprudence confronted her with a sen- 
 sation compounded of rage and shame. 
 
 "What is it you want?" she asked, with arti- 
 ficially steadied voice. 
 
 "Nothin' much only yer jacket, and yer purse,
 
 220 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 and yer watch, and yer rings, and yer bracelets, if 
 so be ye 'appen to 'ave any about yer. No call to 
 look frightened, lidy. I'm not goin' to 'urt yer so 
 long, that's to say, as yer makes no fuss. I'll just 
 trouble yer to 'and them things over thinkin* as 
 I do that you'd prefer doin' it yerself. But I've 
 no objection to 'elpin' ye, if ye're agreeable. Only 
 keep bearin' in mind that at the first hulloa ye let 
 out ye'll find yersel' on yer back. No mortal good 
 starin' about yer, lidy. There ain't many folks 
 takin' walks to-day." 
 
 For it was Irma now who turned her head from 
 side to side, wildly trying to pierce the yellow cur- 
 tain, painfully lending an ear for a possible ap- 
 proach uselessly, though, since the throbbing of 
 her own pulses filled all her hearing. For all that 
 she could see and hear, she was alone with this old 
 ruffian in the heart of the fog as much at his 
 mercy as ever was traveller at the hands of the 
 highwayman upon the loneliest country road. 
 
 Plunging her hand into her pocket, she held her 
 purse towards him as though it had been a ransom. 
 He clutched it, and said more roughly already: 
 
 "The jacket now, and I'll trouble you to look 
 shairp. I've no mind to be disturbed over my 
 work." 
 
 Irma measured him with a look of reluctant in- 
 quiry. Despite his grey beard, he did not look 
 feeble ; but neither was she feeble. For one second 
 the thought of resistance shot through her. Then
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 221 
 
 she caught sight of his face again and saw his fists 
 square. With trembling fingers she began to un- 
 button her jacket, and at once felt herself roughly 
 assisted in the task. In another moment it had been 
 stripped from her shoulders. Of the muff the grey- 
 bearded robber had already possessed himself. 
 
 "The watch, now!" 
 
 "It's only silver !" pleaded Irma. The gold one 
 brought from Vienna had long since gone to fill up 
 a hole in the domestic budget. 
 
 " 'And it out, I say." 
 
 She fumbled at the chain, almost blindly; but 
 even while her fingers jerked over the task her head 
 flew up once more. Were those her pulses mocking 
 her, or was that rhythmic beat of a step behind the 
 curtain ? It was a glance into her plunderer's face 
 which gave her certainty, and with that certainty 
 courage flamed again through her veins. 
 
 With a quick half-step backwards, she raised her 
 voice, shouting with all the strength of her young 
 lungs; but only once, for the second "Help!" was 
 already stifled by a rough hand upon her mouth. 
 But her ears were not closed, and with their help 
 she became as plainly aware of the unmistakable 
 approach of help as of the furious oaths being mut- 
 tered close at hand. 
 
 "Where? where? Hold fast! I'm coming!" a 
 man's voice came to her from out of the mist, and 
 the sound fired a new sense of resistance. Des- 
 perately she now struggled, with her hand closed
 
 222 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 over the watch which, with his left, the man was 
 attempting to add to the plunder. The thought of 
 biting the fingers which closed her mouth was vivid- 
 ly present to her mind but impossible because of 
 the tightness of the pressure. In another moment 
 it was abruptly removed ; another and a more fear- 
 ful oath sounded in her ear; another grab an in- 
 effectual one made at her watch ; a new figure, al- 
 most unnaturally tall, surged up close at hand in 
 the usual trap-door fashion, and through what ap- 
 peared to be another trap-door the grey-bearded 
 robber vanished. Trembling and gasping, Irma let 
 herself go against what presumably was a support- 
 ing arm. 
 
 "Gone? Which way did he make off ?" 
 
 The rescuer was taking the deep, short breaths 
 of one who has run hard. 
 
 'Til catch him yet." 
 
 But with the movement he made, Irma's hold 
 upon the sleeve beside her tightened. 
 
 "Don't, don't leave me alone!" she implored, 
 with the frankness of terror. "Let him go never 
 mind, but I can't stay alone !" 
 
 "All right; I'll stop here. Don't be frightened, 
 Fraulein Hartmann; he sha'n't touch you again." 
 
 Looking up into the face bending above her, 
 Irma realised that it was Mr. Denholm's arm to 
 which she was clinging. The discovery did not 
 particularly impress her. She was too excited just 
 then to be much surprised at anything.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 223 
 
 "Thank Heaven !" she murmured vaguely. "You 
 came just in time." 
 
 Her teeth chattered between the words. With- 
 out knowing that he did it, he laid one hand over 
 the shaking fingers still clutching his sleeve. It 
 seemed the most obvious way of quieting her dis- 
 turbance. 
 
 "Have I come in time? It doesn't look like it. 
 How you are shivering! Good Lord, your jacket 
 is gone ! Did that ruffian " 
 
 For the flash of a second the idea of pursuit again 
 presented itself for consideration, only to be dis- 
 missed as hopeless. 
 
 "Wait a moment, Fraulein Hartmann." 
 
 He disengaged his arm from her fingers, not 
 without a little gentle force, and getting quickly out 
 of his overcoat, held it ready for her. 
 
 "What does that mean?" she asked, blankly. 
 
 "It means that you are to put this on." 
 
 She looked from it to him, and back again, doubt- 
 fully. 
 
 "But I can't do that." 
 
 "You can, and you must. It is certainly more 
 feasible than walking home in that flimsy dress." 
 
 "But you?" 
 
 "I have a warm coat; I will take no harm." 
 
 "But it will look ridiculous," objected Irma; and 
 the remark was a most hopeful sign of returning 
 self-command. 
 
 "It won't look anything, because nobody will see
 
 224 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 it. We're only shadows to each other to-day; and, 
 besides, it's getting dark already. You can't mean 
 to say, surely, that your vanity prefers the risk of 
 catching a certain cold to the look of an unbecoming 
 garment? Are you going to keep me waiting much 
 longer, Fraulein Hartmann?" 
 
 Before that tone of cool and almost severe com- 
 mand Irma discovered herself to be helpless. With- 
 out another word, and with something like a sigh 
 of comfort, she slipped into the coat still tepid from 
 contact with another human body. Here was 
 warmth as well as safety. And here, too, was much 
 more space than she required, for the collar 
 mounted beyond her ears, and the sleeves descended 
 to her finger-tips, while beyond each shoulder an 
 unexplored cave seemed to bulge stiffly. 
 
 "Oh, how funny I must look! At any rate, I 
 won't miss my muff." 
 
 The laugh which escaped her was like medicine 
 to her shaken nerves. 
 
 "Are you sure you won't catch cold?" 
 
 "Quite sure. And now I suppose we had better 
 be moving on. I wonder in which direction Bromp- 
 ton Road lies?" 
 
 "Are you going to Brompton Road, too?" 
 
 "I am. And it would simplify matters if you 
 took my arm. It's the only guaranteed way of not 
 losing sight of each other." 
 
 Irma obeyed, still a little dazed, while Vincent,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 225 
 
 for another moment, used his eyes and ears tenta- 
 tively. 
 
 "We're not on the Albert-gate line at all; of 
 course, he naturally preferred greater seclusion. 
 Well, we can but try our luck and hope for the 
 best." 
 
 They moved on cautiously. 
 
 "How fortunate that you should have been in 
 the park, too !" said Irma, guiltless of after- 
 thoughts, and busy only with the opportuneness of 
 her rescue. 
 
 "Most fortunate. I followed you I mean that 
 I happened to be behind you when you came to the 
 Marble Arch, and it struck me that it would be just 
 as well to keep you in my eye. So many accidents 
 are heard of in this weather. But the fog beat me. 
 I didn't even make out that you had a guide. It 
 was a frightful bit of imprudence if you will allow 
 me to say so" came the correcting clause. "But 
 it's clear you don't know London yet." 
 
 "It was the grey beard that did it. He looked 
 such a respectable old man." 
 
 "Old?" 
 
 Vincent repeated the word with a note of satis- 
 faction. 
 
 "He was old, was he?" 
 
 "Oh, quite old almost venerable, in fact. And 
 I daresay he was very hungry." Irma's forgiving 
 mood rather surprised herself; nor was it easy to 
 understand what had become of that angry rebellion
 
 226 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 of a few minutes back, in which she had been ready 
 to use even her teeth. 
 
 "And did he did he make himself very ob- 
 noxious?" 
 
 "Not so very. He was almost polite; though 
 he helped me out of my jacket rather quicker than 
 I liked." 
 
 She laughed again, and this time Vincent joined. 
 
 "Did he get anything beyond the jacket?" 
 
 "My muff and my purse but that will have 
 been a disappointment. I don't believe there was a 
 whole shilling in it." 
 
 "You will have to get a new jacket," said Vin- 
 cent, thinking aloud. 
 
 She sighed, "Yes," though somehow not feeling 
 nearly as depressed as by rights she ought to be, 
 considering what a really serious thing was the pur- 
 chase of a new Winter jacket. Having glanced 
 at the subject, she decided not to spoil the present 
 moment by premature reflection simultaneously 
 becoming aware that there actually was something 
 here susceptible of being spoiled. That angry feel- 
 ing which had accompanied the talk about the ink- 
 stand dress was to-day conspicuous by its absence. 
 And what of the distrust once felt of this same man, 
 at whose mercy she knew herself to be as absolutely 
 as a short time back she had been at that of the 
 grey-bearded ruffian? If the recollection had come 
 near her she would probably have disbelieved it. 
 But it did not come near her. Without reasoning
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 227 
 
 and without reflection, she knew herself as safe by 
 his side in the heart of the fog as she could ever 
 have been by that of her father in the glare of 
 daylight. She was tasting the unwonted presence 
 of a protector a thing so often missed; 
 so distinctly yearned after; and so sweet 
 was the experience that other things sank 
 away beside it. It was a universal relaxation of a 
 will which had done much hard work within the 
 past year of a set of nerves strained beyond their 
 due. She was content to walk on with him thus 
 unresistingly through darkness and solitude, wher- 
 ever he might choose to lead her. Nor was she 
 aware of any impatience regarding the termination 
 of their wanderings. 
 
 For, despite Vincent's perfectly honest efforts to 
 hit off Albert-gate, it turned into a desultory and 
 mostly haphazard tacking about in the double- 
 shadows of fog and dusk, in the course of which 
 they occasionally stumbled over wires, occasion- 
 ally ran against trees, or, by the want of re- 
 sistance under their feet, discovered that they 
 had left the path all of which accidents struck 
 them both entirely in the diverting and never once 
 in the provoking sense. The scorn which on his 
 side, the haughtiness which on hers, had marked 
 their last meeting were as things that had never 
 been. Rather, they seemed like a pair of children 
 having an adventure, out of which all the alarm was
 
 228 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 eliminated and nothing remained but the enjoy- 
 ment. 
 
 "It's rather like playing at babes in the wood, 
 isn't it?" laughed Irma; "only without the wicked 
 uncle." 
 
 "Oh, but the wicked uncle was there you're for- 
 getting. He's perhaps sold your jacket by this 
 time." 
 
 "To be sure I was really forgetting." Some- 
 how that part of the adventure seemed far away 
 already. 
 
 "And what happens if we don't find that Gate? 
 Will we be locked out, or what?" 
 
 The question was quite serene. Even though 
 she had wanted, she could not feel frightened any 
 longer. 
 
 "We'll find it fast enough too fast, probably." 
 But the last words did not achieve articulate pro- 
 nunciation. 
 
 So rare were the shadows which slipped past 
 them, even in the more frequented paths now 
 reached, that it was almost the same as having 
 Hyde Park entirely to themselves. From time to 
 time they would stand still and strain their hearing 
 for the sound of traffic, as the only available means 
 of guidance ; and once, finding themselves suddenly 
 on the very edge of the Serpentine, he instinctively 
 grasped the hand upon his arm, as though with the 
 thought of shielding her from a danger. 
 
 A minute later dull points of fire began to prick
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 229 
 
 through the gloom. To Irma they seemed part of 
 the decoration of the fairy tale in which she had 
 been living for the last half-hour though in real- 
 ity they were pointing to her the way out of the 
 fairy tale, being the lights of Knightsbridgc, strug- 
 gling into sight. 
 
 It was rather silently that the linked couple 
 stepped out of Albert-gate. With the coming of 
 darkness the fog had lifted sufficiently to let lamps 
 and lanterns resume their usual functions, for which 
 reason the night promised to be ever so much more 
 transparent than the day had been. Abruptly Irma 
 was visited by the acute consciousness of her strange 
 attire. 
 
 "It seems to me so horribly light here," she com- 
 plained, shrinking. 
 
 Upon which Vincent, rather knowingly: 
 
 "I know a remedy against that." 
 
 "Do you ? What is it called?" 
 
 "By-ways. We've only got to avoid thorough- 
 fares and to slink along the worst-lighted openings 
 we can find, of which, fortunately, the choice is 
 large in this, our brilliant metropolis. Tell me 
 where you wish to be landed, and I'll manage, all 
 right." 
 
 "Filbert Gardens, off Cromwell Road. But, Mr. 
 Denholm," said Irma, rather precipitately, "you 
 needn't go further; really, I can manage by myself 
 now I am so used to going about alone." 
 
 "And my overcoat?" laughed Vincent.
 
 230 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "To be sure; I had forgotten." 
 
 "Looks rather as though you meant to treat me 
 as you have been treated, does it not?" 
 
 They laughed again together; upon which Irma 
 discovered that her hand was still resting within 
 Vincent's arm, and attempted shyly to withdraw it. 
 
 "What's that for?" 
 
 "It doesn't seem necessary now, does it? I won't 
 lose you here." 
 
 "Just as you like, of course ; but it strikes me that 
 if you don't want the overcoat noticed it is better 
 to keep close." 
 
 He said it in so admirable a tone of detachment 
 that Irma decided to leave her hand where it was. 
 To insist on the withdrawal would now have as- 
 sumed a taint of prudishness. 
 
 When they had got into the by-ways Vincent ap- 
 peared to be ruminating, with the result of presently 
 asking : 
 
 "You don't go about alone after dark, as a rule, 
 do you?" 
 
 "Not when I can help it; but I can't always do 
 that, you know." 
 
 The lantern under which they passed just then 
 revealed a frown of displeasure. 
 
 "And have you never had disagreeables besides 
 to-day, I mean?" 
 
 Another lantern exposed a quick flush. 
 
 "I don't let them become disagreeables." 
 
 After that the silences grew longer ; but the fairy-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 231 
 
 tale atmosphere seemed to have spread from the 
 fog-drowned park to these narrow streets, in which 
 even the cabbages exposed at the doors of humble 
 greengrocers looked to Irma's eyes as though they 
 might have been grown in some witch-garden 
 why, the witch herself was occasionally to be caught 
 sight of behind a counter, framed in a very cave of 
 greenery while the cod and flounders flabbily 
 spread in the windows of third-rate fishmongers 
 gleamed as mysteriously under a stray gas-jet as 
 though they had all been enchanted princes caught 
 in legendary fishermen's nets. 
 
 In time, by dint of mechanically given directions, 
 Filbert Gardens was reached. 
 
 They were on the door-step already, and the bell 
 had actually been rung, when Vincent turned again 
 to his companion. 
 
 "I wish you would promise me something." 
 
 Her eyes asked "What?" though her lips were 
 silent. 
 
 "Never to be out after dark alone. You don't 
 know London, but surely your father ought to." 
 
 She did not answer not because it had occurred 
 to her that he had no right to demand any prom- 
 ises, but because she was honestly at a loss what to 
 say. Before she had found it the door was opened 
 by her father, in obvious agitation. 
 
 "Irma? Thank God! I have been in such anx- 
 iety ; it is nearly six o'clock. You are not alone ?" 
 
 "This is Mr. Denholm, papa ; he met me in the
 
 232 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 park. I have had an adventure, but nothing has 
 happened to me thanks to Mr. Denholm." 
 
 "Please come in," said Harding, earnestly. "I 
 cannot thank you in the street. What a fortunate 
 chance! What sort of adventure, Irma? Dear 
 me, child, what have you got on?" 
 
 "That's part of the adventure. You shall hear 
 all about it; only you must promise not to laugh at 
 me when you see me in the light." 
 
 Yet it was Irma herself who laughed when, a 
 minute later, she saw herself in the mirror above 
 the mantelpiece, with a dwarfed head growing out 
 of what seemed to be a cross-breed between a board 
 and a sack. 
 
 In the next moment she turned again in sudden 
 confusion, for in the mirror she had caught sight 
 of Mr. Denholm standing in the middle of the mis- 
 cellaneous apartment and casting a rapidly scruti- 
 nising glance at its tell-tale contrivances. In that 
 moment she wished that it had been possible to say 
 good-bye to him on the door-step ; but the overcoat 
 alone would have ruled out that idea, let alone a 
 decent sense of gratitude. She began to take off 
 the offending garment in a hurry, Vincent mean- 
 while giving Harding a brief account of the epi- 
 sode in Hyde Park. All the time he spoke, and 
 without again looking about him, he was vividly 
 aware of the poverty-marked details of the room, 
 as well as of the gallant efforts that had been made 
 to conquer them for which reason, and though
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 233 
 
 nothing appeared in his face, he spoke with a pang 
 at his heart. 
 
 "How fortunate ! What an extraordinarily for- 
 tunate chance !" Harding repeated more than once; 
 a remark to which Vincent neither assented nor de- 
 murred, refraining only from any observation cal- 
 culated to throw a doubt upon the purely accidental 
 nature of the occurrence. 
 
 The invitation to sit down was not accepted, per- 
 haps because he had become aware of a certain 
 embarrassment about Fraulein Hartmann's man- 
 ner, contrasting, oh, how strangely! with the in- 
 souciance of that wandering in the fog. It would 
 be as well to deliver her from his presence just then, 
 which would simultaneously liberate him from the 
 father's quite superfluous gratitude. Having re- 
 covered his overcoat, he therefore took leave briefly. 
 
 "And this is all the home she has!" he mused, as 
 he went. "And that white-haired wreck her only 
 protector!" 
 
 His steps lagged, as though unwilling to leave 
 the precincts of the dingy "Gardens," while a 
 dreamy warmth seemed wrapping round spirit and 
 body alike the fault of the overcoat, perhaps, 
 whose pleasant glow made the bodily presence of 
 the last wearer appear to persist. 
 
 Almost at the last house, he was roused from 
 idle thoughts by a penetrating and persistent "toot," 
 and simultaneously a pair of brilliant eyes, glaring 
 through the haze to which the fog had melted,
 
 234 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 turned the corner. It scarcely needed the well- 
 known panting sound, nor a whiff of the now fa- 
 miliar scent, to announce the presence of a motor- 
 car. Vincent looked at it sharply as it leisurely 
 passed him, having already slowed down. A motor- 
 car had an uncomfortable place somewhere in his 
 memory. This was not the identical vehicle met in 
 summer, being a closed brougham ; but the face seen 
 for a moment at the window belonged to the cate- 
 gory of rosy, round faces which the one upon that 
 other motor had likewise done. 
 
 In a fit of curiosity he looked over his shoulder. 
 So far as he could calculate, the motor-brougham 
 had stopped before the identical house which he 
 had just left. A doubt on the point being recog- 
 nised as irritating, Vincent found it more satisfac- 
 tory to cross the street and make himself miserable 
 by the full assurance. Having got it, he made for 
 the nearest hansom-stand and drove home, feeling 
 as though his soul had suddenly become a shuttle- 
 cock which some very happy feelings and some 
 very unhappy ones were recklessly beating about 
 from side to side.
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 THE SURRENDER 
 
 Miss BENNETT had just laid ready the copy- 
 book and the German grammar against the im- 
 pending lessons, and De Wet, having weighed the 
 merits of the hearthrug versus those of his basket, 
 had just decided in favour of the latter, when the 
 door-bell rang, peremptorily. 
 
 Minna glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. 
 
 "Fraulein Hartmann already? It wants twenty 
 minutes to the time." 
 
 She went to the window a window with real 
 glass panes in it, in place of the mock brown paper 
 of recent times, the fog having lifted some days 
 back but the visitor had already been admitted. 
 
 A minute later she turned at the sound of the 
 opening door. 
 
 "You, Vincent? This isn't your usual hour. I 
 was expecting anybody but you." 
 
 "And wanting anybody but me, too, it would 
 seem, to judge from the consternation of your face. 
 It's no use, Minna; I know this is your room, but 
 I am not going to be turned out of it this time." 
 
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 236 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "The fact is," said Minna, with an unusual touch 
 of awkwardness, "I'm getting ready for my Ger- 
 man lesson. In about a quarter of an hour " 
 
 "You expect Fraulein Hartmann I know. But 
 there's plenty of time before that, and I want to 
 talk to you yes, you're a paragon in looks, from 
 the tip of your nose to that of your tail " (this 
 par parenthese to De Wet, planted, expectantly, 
 before him). "Are you going to ask me to sit 
 down, by the by, or am I to take that part for 
 granted?" 
 
 He had taken it for granted already. 
 
 "Does that mean that you are resuming ordinary 
 civility? I suppose you are aware that you haven't 
 been near me since the day I ventured to express a 
 favourable opinion upon the Conte Galliani's 
 future." 
 
 "Haven't I?" said Vincent, abstractedly caress- 
 ing the toy-terrier, his eye meanwhile showing none 
 of the responding bellicose spark usually kindled by 
 such challenges. 
 
 Minna looked at him closely. 
 
 "What is it, Vincent? What have you come 
 for? Do you want me to do anything for you?" 
 
 "Yes. I want you to lend me your drawing- 
 room." 
 
 "When?" 
 
 "To-day." 
 
 "For how long?" 
 
 "For half an hour."
 
 237 
 
 "What are you going to do with it?" 
 
 "I am going to propose to Fraulein Hartmann 
 in it." 
 
 Before the quietly spoken words Minna sank 
 back quietly in her chair, not like a person having 
 received a blow, rather like one yielding to the pres- 
 sure of a strong hand laid upon her chest. 
 
 "What has happened, Vincent?" she asked, low 
 and rather huskily. 
 
 "All that has happened is that I have given up 
 fighting. I imagined I was stronger than it, where- 
 as it turns out that it is stronger than I am. I hon- 
 estly believed that I had left its corpse in Norway, 
 buried under the gentians and the fir-trees, instead 
 of which I discover that it's as alive as ever, and 
 that the gentians and the firs were part of it, all 
 the time." 
 
 "When did you discover this?" 
 
 "On the day they buried that royal old sinner. 
 She was in the crowd at the church-door, and our 
 eyes just met. That was the discovery, but not yet 
 the surrender. You mustn't think me as easily 
 floored as all that. I meant to stick it out, and I 
 thought I would till Tuesday." 
 
 Minna's eyes asked questions, though her lips 
 did not move. As though incommoded by their 
 expectant gaze, Vincent got up, and, wandering 
 towards the fireplace, stood there with his elbow 
 on the mantelpiece, and his hand shading his eyes, 
 while he spoke down into the glowing coals.
 
 238 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "That was the last day of the fog, you know. 
 I was on my way here not with any idea of a 
 meeting, since I had no clue to your present ar- 
 rangements, but just because I felt that a bit of a 
 squabble with you might be stimulating. At the 
 corner she passed me, not seeing me, though I made 
 her out, right enough, fog and all. I knew at once 
 that she would be coming away from here, and I 
 followed her. I didn't mean to speak to her I 
 swear I did not; but I hated the idea of knowing 
 her alone on such a day. I suppose I tried to put 
 it down to the account of Christian charity; any- 
 way, I followed her, losing her and recovering her 
 off and on as far as the Marble Arch, and then 
 losing her for what seemed like good. Still I 
 walked on, on what I believed to be the line to 
 Albert-gate, but which, fortunately, turned out not 
 to be that, since the ruffian who had undertaken to 
 guide her across had, of course, struck a more re- 
 mote path. Sometimes I thought I heard steps in 
 front of me, and sometimes I thought I didn't; and 
 at last to cut a long story short there came a call 
 out of the thick of the fog, and I arrived just in 
 time to see the man making off with her jacket and 
 purse, and to help her to keep on her feet." 
 
 "Good God!" said Minna, below her breath. 
 
 "That's what I felt like, too. This is the bad 
 part of the story; now comes the good, for it was 
 quite half an hour before we found Albert-gate, 
 and during that half-hour she held to my arm, and
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 239 
 
 I could almost feel her heart beating through my 
 own overcoat, which, of course, I had made her 
 put on. But she did not seem frightened, thank 
 Heaven ! and we laughed a good deal over our 
 adventures. And then I took her home, of course, 
 and had to submit to being thanked by the father; 
 and well, that's just how it was, Minna; don't 
 you see?" 
 
 "Yes, Psee," said Minna, in that same low voice. 
 
 "Since I have felt her holding on to me like 
 that, and belonging to me, so to say," went on Vin- 
 cent, smiling down into the grate, as though he 
 saw pictures in the fire, "I have found out that I 
 can't do without her. It's a complete knock-down, 
 I admit it perhaps an ignominious one. I'm not 
 sure that there isn't a touch of the black arts in it. 
 I'm positive, anyway, that that overcoat of mine is 
 bewitched. I can't put it on now without thinking 
 all sorts of things. Upon my word, I do believe 
 it's that confounded garment that has done it alll" 
 laughed Vincent, with a touch of entirely superficial 
 anger. 
 
 "And you have quite decided to ask her to marry 
 you?" 
 
 Minna spoke with her face bent over De Wet, 
 now nestling upon her lap. It was she who now 
 appeared to be inconvenienced by the meeting of 
 the eyes, not being absolutely certain of what might 
 be written in her own. Of course, she had always 
 known that something like this would come some
 
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 day had even wanted it to come ; but even to such 
 clear-sighted people as Minna it is always difficult 
 to know in advance exactly how much a thing will 
 hurt. 
 
 "Would I be likely to be making this exhibition 
 of myself if I had not decided?" 
 
 "But your career?" 
 
 He laughed derisively. 
 
 "What miserable duplicity is this? As if you 
 were not capable of seeing my career go to the 
 dogs, without turning a hair! I dare you to look 
 me in the face and deny it !" 
 
 Apparently Minna still felt some difficulty about 
 looking him in the face, but she had not yet done 
 with an elaborate resettlement of the cherry-col- 
 oured ribbon-bow which to-day enhanced the toy- 
 terrier's charms. 
 
 "It isn't duplicity; it is " 
 
 "A sense of responsibility towards the family? 
 I know. But make your mind easy the career is 
 all right. I've thought it all out been doing noth- 
 ing else since Tuesday, in fact. It's only one item 
 that I am striking out of the programme the one 
 granny calls 'the right sort of marriage,' but 
 which since Tuesday seems to me the wrong 
 sort. The programme itself stands upright. Con- 
 nexions are good things, of course; but I'll get to 
 the high places without them trust me for that! 
 It only means a rather harder fight, and I like fight- 
 ing. I'll do it, Minna ; see if I don't !"
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 241 
 
 He looked, as he said it, magnificently obstinate 
 enough to do it, having paced round from the fire- 
 place now, and standing there with squared shoul- 
 ders and jaw, and hands which seemed to have 
 mechanically clenched in the depths of his pockets. 
 
 "Besides," argued Vincent, with that sort of vi- 
 vacity which makes for self-conviction "it isn't 
 nearly so mad as it looks. However obscure her 
 family may be, there is absolutely nothing to be 
 objected to her person. She would not only shine, 
 she would reign in any drawing-room. Can you 
 imagine any more perfect impersonification of a 
 future ambassadress?" 
 
 His eyes challenged Minna with the question. 
 
 "I am not saying that I can. No, there is no 
 objection to her person, but, Vincent, there may be 
 other things." 
 
 Minna spoke with evident hesitation. 
 
 "I am not sure that her mother is not under a 
 cloud. It was only the other day that I discovered 
 the existence of the mother; and Fraulein Hart- 
 mann seemed distressed in mentioning her said 
 she would probably never see her again. Her par- 
 ents seem to be permanently separated. I shouldn't 
 mention it if I did not think that you should do 
 with open eyes whatever you do." 
 
 Vincent made the impatient gesture of one who 
 waves something tangible but trifling to one side. 
 
 "Bother the cloud ! It's not the mother I want 
 to marry it's the daughter. You're as well aware
 
 242 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 as I am that these sorts of clouds are not unheard-of 
 in the most exalted circles. Conjugal differences 
 in the older generations could not possibly hamper 
 the 'career.' Why, even in our own persons such 
 things are almost regu, so long as they are cor- 
 rectly managed. No, Minna, it's no use throwing 
 little sticks in my way. I've a vast opinion of your 
 judgment, as you know; but on this occasion I did 
 not come to ask for advice, but to state an intention. 
 I mean to marry Fraulein Hartmann if she will 
 have me, of course." The last words were ob- 
 viously an afterthought. 
 
 "And have you any reason to suppose that she 
 will have you?" 
 
 Vincent gazed back at his cousin, haughtily sur- 
 prised. It was clear that the contingency sug- 
 gested had not been seriously considered. With 
 the arrival at his own rather tremendous resolution 
 the matter had appeared to him to be clinched. 
 In the midst of her own trouble Minna could not 
 suppress a passing smile, so clearly visible to her 
 mind's eye was the "swelled head" at that moment. 
 
 "Well, we'll soon see about that. Even if she 
 likes me ever so little, it isn't likely, is it, that she 
 would say 'No?' And she did not seem to dislike 
 me the other day." 
 
 "And have you thought of what granny will 
 do to me if she hears that I have been instru- 
 mental " 
 
 "You haven't been instrumental. Whether here
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 243 
 
 or in another place, I meant to do it only I think 
 it would be better here. I gathered from her talk 
 the other day that she would be here to-day, and 
 that's why I am here. In their lodgings such aw- 
 ful lodgings, Minna it would be much more awk- 
 ward for her; and I couldn't be sure of finding 
 her alone, since the sitting-room seems to be the old 
 man's bedroom as well. I'm haunted by the pic- 
 ture of her in that horrible Filbert Gardens 
 makes me think of a jewel in a rubbish-heap. And 
 she's the sort of woman who needs surroundings 
 who is sure to suffer from the want of them. That's 
 why I have asked for the loan of your room. If 
 you say 'No*' I'll do the thing, all the same, of 
 course, only it will be in a more uncomfortable and 
 perhaps in a more unsuitable manner." 
 
 The eyes of the cousins met with a start, for 
 just then the door-bell rang. Then, without a 
 word, Minna rose and went quickly towards the 
 door. 
 
 "It's better than making an excuse later," she 
 whispered, as she passed him. 
 
 He snatched at her hand and kissed it, serenely 
 unaware of his cruelty. 
 
 "Thank you, Minna thank you !" 
 
 She smiled, not quite as calmly as she would have 
 wished, and escaped upstairs. 
 
 She could not remember his ever having kissed 
 her hand before, though she had often seen him 
 kiss that of his grandmother.
 
 244 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "I suppose it is about time to begin cherishing 
 grandmotherly feelings," she half-laughed, while 
 dashing her hand across her eyes. 
 
 There was no fire in her bedroom, and mechani- 
 cally she took up a shawl. The mounting steps, 
 the opening and closing door, the descending steps 
 of Wilson all was plainly audible in the small, 
 thin-walled house. Trembling a little, partly with 
 cold, Minna sat down, with closed eyes, behind 
 which the scene being enacted under her feet, and 
 of which even the tones reached her in a faint mur- 
 mur, began to picture itself against her will. It 
 was one of the moments in which her sense of hu- 
 mour came victoriously to her aid. 
 
 "This is being left out in the cold, with a ven- 
 geance!" she laughed, pulling her shawl about her. 
 "Was ever woman before turned out of her own 
 drawing-room for exactly this purpose, I wonder?" 
 
 "I will give him half an hour by the clock," she 
 had begun by saying. But the half-hour was far 
 from past when the drawing-room door opened 
 again and quick steps descended not Vincent's 
 steps. That could only mean that he was alone in 
 the drawing-room, and possibly in need of her. 
 
 Instantly Minna became aware of nothing but 
 alarm on his account. Flinging off the shawl, she 
 hurried down. 
 
 Vincent, with his back to the room and his hands 
 in his pockets, was staring hard from the window.
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 245 
 
 "Alone, Vincent?" asked Minna, from the door- 
 way. 
 
 "Yes, alone," he said, with an excellent show of 
 coolness. "And, oh, by the way, Fraulein Hart- 
 rnann said she hoped you would excuse her to-day; 
 she did not feel quite up to the lesson." 
 
 "That means?" 
 
 "That means that she won't have me." He 
 turned now, and, seeing his face, Minna knew the 
 coolness, for all its excellent show, to be but a hol- 
 low sham. She went close up to him and took his 
 hand. 
 
 "Vincent, I am sorry. I wish I could have done 
 something." 
 
 Her voice shook with earnestness. To see him 
 suffer was so much worse than suffering herself. 
 But, besides the wounded look, there was something 
 else upon his face a cloud of perplexity which 
 almost overshadowed the pain. 
 
 At the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, 
 the sham coolness wavered. She could see him 
 taking his underlip between his teeth in order to 
 steady it. 
 
 "Then you were mistaken, after all, in supposing 
 that she cared for you ?" 
 
 A puzzled frown dug a line between his brows. 
 
 "That is the strange part of it, Minna. I don't 
 believe even now that I was mistaken. I know 
 you think me inordinately conceited; but, upon my 
 soul and honour, I believe, after to-day, that I am
 
 246 POME AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 well, not indifferent to her. I don't believe she 
 would have been so upset, nor have refused me so 
 vehemently, if it were so." 
 
 "Then what reason did she give?" 
 
 "None. Simply that she would not have me. 
 I have a notion that there is some obstacle in the 
 way." 
 
 "What sort of obstacle?" 
 
 "A very tangible one," said Vincent, with bit- 
 terly contracted lips, "nothing less than a motor- 
 
 car." 
 
 "What on earth do you mean?" 
 
 "I scarcely know myself, but I have my suspi- 
 cions. That time in summer, when I burst in here, 
 you perhaps remember some talk about a motor in 
 which I had seen Fraulein Hartmann ? It was that 
 meeting and the state of mind it disclosed in myself 
 which sent me off to Norway. Well, on Tuesday, 
 when coming away from Filbert Gardens, I met 
 the same motor no, not the identical vehicle, but 
 one with the same man inside it and I saw him 
 enter the house I had just left. That man is called 
 Potts, and Potts & Co. are about the biggest 
 motor manufacturers in the United Kingdom, as 
 I gathered from some talk in the club the other 
 day. This man the junior partner is a bache- 
 lor. Do you follow me ?" 
 
 "Of course I do. But if she cares for you?" 
 
 "She may care for money more. I'm in no dan-
 
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 ger of starvation, of course, but compared to Potts 
 I'm a beggar." 
 
 Minna's eyes kindled fiercely. 
 
 "And you could still desire her, knowing her 
 mercenary?" 
 
 "No. But I do not know her mercenary yet. 
 She may be sacrificing herself for her father's sake. 
 Supposing she has accepted him already, and feels 
 herself bound?" 
 
 "I see. But somehow I find it difficult to think 
 of her selling herself, even for her father." 
 
 "So do I. And that's why I think no, I don't 
 know what to think" broke off Vincent, flinging 
 back to the window. 
 
 Minna sat down and reflected. She was almost 
 as puzzled as Vincent, and that Vincent was yet 
 more puzzled than wounded was clear from his 
 unexpected attitude under the repulse. If that re- 
 pulse had been ascribed to indifference, his amour 
 propre would have been smarting much more ob- 
 viously. 
 
 "Vincent," said Minna, after a minute. 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 "Would it do you any good to get light upon 
 the situation?" 
 
 "Of course it would; but that's impossible." 
 
 "I don't think it is. Lately I have got pretty 
 intimate with the girl, and I have been such a model 
 of discretion that I think I can allow myself a little 
 indiscretion for a change. I believe I could find
 
 248 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 out about that motor I mean whether it's really 
 that that's in the way. Do you authorise me to 
 do so? I should not bring you in at all, of course; 
 it would be a quite independent inquiry." 
 
 Vincent turned impulsively from the window. 
 
 "Ah, Minna, I always said you were a brick I 
 If you could manage to do that " 
 
 But Minna, with a short laugh, put her hand be- 
 hind her back, almost as though she were afraid 
 of its being saluted for the second time to-day.
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 THE "BOUDOIR HERALD" 
 
 THE line to Albert-gate presented to-day no dif- 
 ficulties, which was fortunate, for Irma, flying from 
 Fortague Street as though from a deadly peril, had 
 no attention for the details of her surroundings. 
 Her body might be in Hyde Park; her spirit was 
 still in the little box-like drawing-room between 
 whose four walls Mr. Denholm had just asked her 
 to become his wife, and been told with a vehemence 
 into which surprise had startled her that this could 
 never be. 
 
 For, despite the episode of Tuesday, the surprise 
 had been great. The tete-a-tete in the fog was a 
 thing by itself which could have no bearing upon 
 the morrow so it had seemed to her. It had been 
 too like the fairy-tale prince arriving just in time 
 to rescue the princess from the dragon or the ogre 
 to justify any expectation of a sequel in real life. 
 And, lo ! to-day the prince had in sober earnest, and 
 in broad daylight, offered her his person and his 
 name. She would not have been a woman if her 
 heart had not bounded with the pride of the 
 
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 250 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 thought, though at the same moment that same 
 heart contracted with the pain of renunciation. That 
 the man whom she had seen a few weeks back with 
 the reflected glory of a great and significant cere- 
 mony upon his person, while she stood humbly 
 among the crowd, should not think himself above 
 stooping towards her and drawing her from her 
 lowly place to his side, filled her with a great aston- 
 ishment. That moment at the church door had 
 been for her, too, as well as for Vincent, loaded 
 with revelations, though of a different category. 
 Until then his professional life had scarcely ex- 
 isted for her, diplomats being to her an unknown 
 quantity which she had never had occasion nor need 
 to investigate. That they represented countries, 
 and were supposed to keep other countries in good 
 humour, she knew in a general sort of way, but 
 nothing more. Into the financial circle in which 
 her parents moved not even an attache had ever 
 strayed; Vienna society being almost as strictly 
 classified as Chinese castes. The sight at the Ora- 
 tory door had opened new horizons. Upon her as 
 much as upon any other atom of the gaping crowd, 
 the footmen and the state-coaches, the uniforms and 
 the decorations had done their work. And when 
 in the midst of the pageant and part of it she had 
 recognised her quondam Hungarian pupil, a sharp 
 mixture of two feelings had been the result; joy at 
 seeing the man whom she had been thinking of as 
 translated to distant climes still present in her own
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 251 
 
 world, and pain none the less real for being un- 
 acknowledged at realising the gulf which sepa- 
 rated them. 
 
 That he did not look upon the gulf as unbridge- 
 able had been proved to-day. But she knew better; 
 knew enough, at any rate, to realise that this was 
 not the only possible sort of marriage for her 
 the one in which her father could find a place. In 
 so worldly an existence as Mr. Denholm's must 
 necessarily be and apparently so public a one 
 that quiet nook in which the stricken man could end 
 his days, unmolested and untroubled, could ever be 
 forthcoming. Hence her instant and instinctive re- 
 jection of Denholm's suit, without so much as a halt 
 for the consultation of her own feelings. At best 
 it could be but an empty ceremony, seeing that they 
 must not be allowed to fall into the balance. That 
 would be a disloyalty to the task undertaken, and 
 she could be anything except disloyal. 
 
 With tight looking lips and head held even 
 higher than its wont, Irma went swiftly on her way. 
 If to-day she had at last sounded the depth of her 
 own sacrifice and understood what it was that she 
 had undertaken when she had chained her life to 
 that of the defrauder, there was nothing in her face 
 to show it. If anything, it had but tightened her 
 grasp upon her resolution. 
 
 With the thought of her father came the thought 
 of the necessary concealment. To keep him in igno- 
 rance of the latest episode was of primary impor-
 
 252 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 tance. She had seen him so deeply disturbed about 
 that other offer of marriage that she shrank from 
 repeating the experience; the more so as she was 
 not certain of being able to reassure him here in the 
 way she had been able to reassure him there. He 
 might catch a glimpse of a sacrifice though even 
 to herself she had not explicitly admitted that the 
 sacrifice was there and that must not be. In order 
 that it should not be it would be necessary to show 
 a particularly bright face this evening, and to talk 
 of as many unessential subjects as possible, for fear 
 of essential ones coming up. 
 
 With this idea in her mind Irma stopped in 
 BromptonRoad,in order to spend three-pence upon 
 chrysanthemums and another three-pence on one of 
 those society papers in whose columns she occasion- 
 ally recreated herself by following the pranks of the 
 upper ten thousand. The lightly dished scraps of 
 elegant gossip served by the "Boudoir Herald" 
 were a distinct aid to conversation. 
 
 The room was still deserted when she reached 
 it ; and having flung a few drops of brightness upon 
 its dinginess, by means of the chrysanthemums, 
 Irma settled down to the "Boudoir Herald" with a 
 dogged attention which strove to exclude all private 
 and personal thoughts, but did not entirely succeed. 
 Despite her strained will, a face seen recently came 
 between her and the printed paragraphs a man's 
 face with astonishment and pain written upon its 
 clear-cut features, and with proud reproach looking
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 253 
 
 at her from out of the luminous brown eyes. With 
 such words as: "Is this your final decision?" or: 
 "Will you not give me a little hope, if nothing 
 else?" ringing in her ears, it was difficult to feel 
 vividly interested in the fact that Lord and Lady 
 Branchmaine had been entertaining the hugest 
 shooting-party ever known at Branchmaine Castle, 
 or that the prowess of a certain young lady not 
 explicitly named, but referred to playfully and for 
 the initiated of course transparently as "the 
 golden-locked Diana" had apparently brought to 
 her feet one of the biggest partis of the season. 
 "Run her fox to earth, and secured a brush of solid 
 gold," was the way the "Boudoir Herald" put it. 
 Neither the pretty chats upon the latest craze in 
 table-decoration, nor the more serious articles as 
 became a serious subject upon winter fashions 
 were able to hold Irma's interest to-day. But pres- 
 ently, right through the mists of her inattention, a 
 heading caught her eye : 
 
 "The latest diplomatic on dit" 
 
 Instantly the wandering thoughts concentrated. 
 Lately, and more especially since the sight at the 
 Oratory gates, anything in which the words "diplo- 
 matic" or "diplomacy" figured was sure of her at- 
 tention. Already she had become an expert in pick- 
 ing them out of newspaper columns. It was a way 
 of completing the impression then gained, of en- 
 lightening her own profound ignorance on the sub- 
 ject of what was apparently so dazzling a career.
 
 254 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Within the last weeks she had learnt somediing 
 about the presenting of diplomatic "notes," and a 
 good deal about the brilliancy of ambassadorial en- 
 tertainments. It was unavoidable that she should 
 now pounce upon the only paragraph which prom- 
 ised interest. 
 
 It proved more interesting even than she had 
 surmised. Here the "Boudoir Herald" undertook, 
 with many winks and shrugs to be read between 
 the lines to confide to its readers the real reason 
 of an abrupt change recently made by a certain 
 Continental country at an important diplomatic post 
 for the "Herald" was broadly international in its 
 collection of gossip. The noble Prince, pictur- 
 esquely described as the representative of "the home 
 of the torreador and the mantilla," who had lately 
 been brusquely removed from a capital which, even 
 to Irma's uninstructed eyes, clearly stood for 
 Vienna, was not suffering because of any blunder of 
 his own or rather yes, because of the chief blunder 
 of his life, which he had committed when he se- 
 lected his second wife. There was not a word to be 
 said against the lady's conduct, nor her education, 
 but a good deal against her origin, at least by such 
 connoisseurs of pedigrees as are Austrian aristo- 
 crats. Other lesser Courts had accepted her with- 
 out inquiry swallowing her with their eyes shut, 
 so to say, but not so Vienna. It was bad enough 
 that the Senora should have been of bourgeois ori- 
 gin, as the herd of old Qrafinnen infallibly nosed
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 255 
 
 out, but when it transpired that she had actually 
 trodden the boards, a miniature revolution broke 
 out in every Vienna drawing-room. That they, the 
 wearers of seven and of nine-pointed crowns and 
 possessors of family trees growing into the sky, 
 should be expected to pay the highest marks of 
 honour' to' a person once having been the servant of 
 the public, cela depassait les homes. It was all very 
 well to talk of the impersonality of an ambassador; 
 against the theory there was nothing to be said, but 
 in practice no, in practice, it did not work at 
 any rate not in Vienna. The social situation, 
 strained for some time past, had reached its climax 
 at a Court reception, during which the unlucky 
 Senora had upset a glass of water over the velvet 
 robes of a particularly blue-blooded old Grafin, and 
 having excused herself on the score of "nervous- 
 ness," the old Grafin, losing her temper, had 
 snapped back: "You, nervous? Why, I thought 
 you were used to public appearances !" 
 
 By the time the bon-mot had flown round Vienna 
 society it was thought time to withdraw the Prince 
 from his post; and no other suitable one being free 
 at the moment, it seemed likely that the eminent 
 diplomat would for the present be placed a dispo- 
 sition. 
 
 Down to the last word of the paragraph Irma 
 read attentively, and, having finished it, let the pa- 
 per sink onto her lap while she reflected. There 
 was some food for thought, and also something a
 
 256 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 little perplexing about the state of affairs here re- 
 vealed. Further enlightenment would be welcome. 
 Perhaps her father could give it. She began to 
 await his return with a new impatience. 
 
 When at last he arrived, dead tired, from the 
 distant shipping office at which he still worked as 
 correspondent, there were first his comforts to be 
 seen to, also there were certain roundabout ways to 
 be followed in order to lead up "naturally" to the 
 subject aimed at. For on no account must he guess 
 at a personal interest in the matter. That would 
 betray everything. Fortunately, despite her igno- 
 rance of diplomacy as a career, she was a woman, 
 which means that she required none of that profes- 
 sional training by which alone the male diplomat 
 can be turned out. 
 
 Having, therefore, with admirable liveliness, 
 served to her father the crumbs of society gossip, 
 and regardless of the fact that his interest in these 
 topics was nil (what could that matter so long as 
 he could be persuaded that hers was huge?), and 
 having posted him up in all the new crazes, she pro- 
 ceeded to draw the circle close by exclaiming: 
 
 "Oh, here's an article about Vienna, papa that 
 may interest you. It doesn't mention names, but 
 it calls it 'the gay city of the blue river,' which, 
 of course, means that. It's about the Spanish Am- 
 bassador there, and some story about his wife ; but 
 I don't quite believe what they say. Listen!" 
 
 Harding sat passive and unprotesting.
 
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 "Is it not ridiculous of them?" asked Irma at 
 the end; "if it is true, of course. What can it mat- 
 ter about her want of family, and even about her 
 having acted, so long as she behaves herself? Do 
 you think it possible?" 
 
 "Is what possible?" inquired Harding, rousing 
 himself to the attention that appeared to be ex- 
 pected. 
 
 "That Austrians could be as unreasonable as this. 
 It strikes me as an aspersion cast on my nation, 
 don't you see!" she finished with an explanatory 
 laugh. 
 
 "There's no pride like the Austrian pride of 
 birth." 
 
 "Yes, but if she's good enough to be the wife of 
 an Ambassador, then surely she's good enough to be 
 their guest. You see it says expressly that there 
 was nothing against her character." 
 
 "I believe an Austrian Countess could more 
 easily forgive a hole in a character than a hole in 
 a pedigree," smiled Harding. 
 
 "Could such a thing happen anywhere but in 
 Austria?" 
 
 "Not in the same way, I fancy. But, whatever 
 his past, that man would probably find himself ham- 
 pered. You see, a diplomat's wife is too much a 
 part of his functions to be ignored. If he is wise 
 he will select her almost as carefully as the Sover- 
 eign or the heir to the throne chooses his consort. 
 All the social part of the business falls to her.
 
 258 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 That's why they nearly all marry titles. To have 
 a lot of tame Counts or Princes running in and out 
 of the house, with the freedom of blood-relations, 
 cannot fail to give an eclat to the position." 
 
 "Then the Spaniard cannot have been very wise." 
 
 "No, he cannot. In that fierce light which beats 
 on Embassies almost as broadly as on thrones I 
 don't see how he could hope to keep the stage epi- 
 sode dark. And he must have known the danger to 
 his career, since an ambassador cannot afford to 
 have his wife insulted, his honour being, so to say, 
 identical with that of the country he represents." 
 
 "He must have been very fond of her," mused 
 Irma. 
 
 "Yes, that must have been it." 
 
 Through the dullness of Harding's pale blue 
 eyes a spark of interest kindled into sight. 
 
 "When you are fond of a woman nothing mat- 
 ters, of course." 
 
 His thin lips pressed each other almost out of 
 sight. 
 
 "Too great a love^just so; and now he is paying 
 for it. Poor fellow!" 
 
 He smiled pityingly, like a man who knows all 
 about it. 
 
 "Will he not get another post?" 
 
 "It does not seem convenient to give him another 
 at present, as they say. And even when a vacancy 
 comes there will have to be much weighing and 
 considering of whether his wife will do for the post
 
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 as well as he. Oh! he tied a dead weight to his 
 foot when he married her, and no mistake." 
 
 In the silence which fell father and daughter 
 were each so busy with a private train of thought 
 as almost to forget the other's presence. Irma fol- 
 lowed her own reflections with elbows on knees and 
 hot cheeks pressed between her two hands, for the 
 agitation of the afternoon was not yet spent. She 
 had wanted to be enlightened so she told herself, 
 with frowning gaze fixed on the fire and now she 
 was enlightened beyond her desires. Those few 
 words of her father's had told her more about the 
 life of a diplomat, and consequently of Vincent 
 Denholm, than she had ever guessed at before. 
 Such careers as his could be either made or marred 
 by a marriage, it would seem. And yet he had 
 proposed to marry her. That meant that he loved 
 her to that particular point where "nothing mat- 
 tered," as her father put it. The recognition would 
 have been a joy had it not brought with it another 
 that of the impossibility of ever becoming his 
 wife. By the dull stab at her heart she knew that 
 until this moment hope had not been quite dead; 
 that despite that instinctive "No" spoken in Miss 
 Bennett's drawing-room, a hidden thought of pos- 
 sible reconsideration of the decision had been sneak- 
 ing about somewhere out of sight. But this was 
 the coup de grace. It was now only that the abso- 
 lute impossibility stood unveiled and naked before 
 her now only that the gulf revealed itself as for-
 
 260 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 ever unbridgeable. For this was no question of a 
 merely obscure origin, nor of the exercise of a pro- 
 fession honourable though discredited. It was a 
 dishonoured name which she would be bringing to 
 her husband ; a name which could be cast up in his 
 teeth any day, just as the stage had been cast up in 
 those of the Spanish ambassador. A diplomat could 
 not afford to have his wife insulted; which meant, 
 of course, that he could not afford to have for his 
 father-in-law a defrauding bank-director marked 
 down by the international police. 
 
 No, no this was the end of everything, of 
 course. That Spanish actress had apparently been 
 able to make up her mind to spoil the career of the 
 man she loved, but Irma Harding would never do 
 that. 
 
 Of the man she loved? Even so. For the mo- 
 ment in which she recognised him as irretrievably 
 lost to her was also the one in which she looked 
 her own secret in the face.
 
 CHAPTER VI 
 
 "IGEN OR NEM?" 
 
 "6, Fortague Street, 
 
 "Friday Evening. 
 "DEAR VINCENT: 
 
 "I've been as good as my word. The desired 
 light upon the situation has been turned on. You 
 should have seen me tackle her, which I did straight 
 out, with what any one of your professional train- 
 ing would probably call 'brutal directness' ; but you 
 know how stupid I am about 'disguising' my 
 thoughts. I therefore inquired point-blank whether 
 I might count on the continuance of the lessons or 
 would have to look out for another German teacher. 
 Then, when she opened her eyes rather wide, I ex- 
 plained that reports had reached me conveyed, of 
 course, by the usual 'little bird' (which in this case 
 couldn't well be anything higher than a London 
 sparrow) touching a certain motor-car which had 
 been noticed in Filbert Gardens since, even in 
 London, things are occasionallynoticed and of the 
 conclusions drawn therefrom, which had led me to 
 suppose that Fraulein Hartmann would soon be 
 
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 262 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 more pleasantly occupied than in driving German 
 grammar into such thick skulls as mine. Upon 
 which she laughed and confessed. One-half of our 
 surmises that of the motor-maker's infatuation 
 is correct, but the other half is nowhere. It seems 
 that she has said 'No' twice already having given 
 him two Korbe (baskets), as she puts it which 
 is the German rather practical way of paraphrasing 
 a refusal. That time you met the motor at the cor- 
 ner was the occasion of the handing over of the 
 second of these 'baskets.' She tells me that he 
 threatens to propose once a month, for the future, 
 and that she has got an unlimited supply of 'bas- 
 kets' ready for him and this in spite of having 
 actually been promised an exclusively 'motor' honey- 
 moon. She is getting quite learned, it seems, about 
 'worm drives' and 'bevel gear.' She was both 
 amused and amusing about it all. To hear her 
 laugh was to feel assured that, whatever else blocks 
 your path, it is not the motor. I suspect it's no 
 more than some exaggerated idea about her father, 
 and not wanting either to abandon him or burden 
 her husband with him. She seems to me the sort of 
 girl who could rise to quixotism. But I don't see 
 why the obstacle need be insurmountable. The old 
 gentleman is a gentleman ; and I imagine that if the 
 presence of the father is all the price you have to 
 pay for the possession of the daughter, that price 
 will be cheerfully paid. 
 
 "Conclusion : Go in and win ! always supposing
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 263 
 
 you to be in the same mind you were in on Friday. 
 I've cleared away the shadows, I think; it's for you 
 to steer by the light obtained. 
 
 "Your affecte. cousin, 
 
 "MINNA BENNETT. 
 
 "P. S. Do you by any chance require the loan 
 of my drawing-room? Next German lesson takes 
 place on Tuesday. Avis au lecteur." 
 
 "Three whole and entire days till Tuesday!" was 
 the resume Vincent made of the letter as, with eyes 
 that were already shining, he laid it down. 
 
 And forthwith he began to fume at so extraor- 
 dinary an arrangement as a day having the ridicu- 
 lous number of twenty-four hours, and each hour 
 the absurd contingent of sixty whole minutes. For, 
 viewed from the depths of Friday night, Tuesday, 
 of course, looked centuries away. Three entire 
 days before he could do what? Propose over 
 again to a girl who had already presented him with 
 one of those "baskets" of which she evidently pos- 
 sessed an inexhaustible provision. 
 
 A rejected suitor pleading for the favour with- 
 held had always appeared to him an ignominious 
 spectacle; he was learning now the radical differ- 
 ence between an objective and a subjective point of 
 view. 
 
 As matters turned out he had not to wait till
 
 264 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Tuesday, cruel Fate being kind enough to shorten 
 the suspense. 
 
 It was on the very next morning that, having 
 business in the city, the first sight which met his 
 eyes as he stepped out of his banker's door into 
 the teeth of a peculiarly bitter east wind was the 
 cadaverous face of Herr Hartmann, journeying 
 eastwards in a closely packed 'bus. This presuma- 
 bly meant his absence from Filbert Gardens for at 
 least half a day, and might possibly mean the 
 daughter's solitary presence there. Instantly the 
 vision of the shabby dwelling-room stood before 
 his mind's eye with sudden, compelling force. A 
 single figure shone out of its mean frame. From 
 that distant point to the spot upon which he stood 
 invisible fibres seemed to be stretching, strong as 
 cords, adhesive as x tentacles, all drawing him in one 
 direction. Remembering the three nights which 
 separated him from Tuesday, and reflecting upon 
 the quality of the sleep enjoyed during the one just 
 passed, Vincent came to a sudden resolution. Might 
 not that vision of the face in the 'bus have been the 
 finger of Providence, and could this not be the mo- 
 ment which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune? 
 
 Within a minute he sat in a hansom, his face 
 turned westwards, his heart beating as hard as 
 though he had been sixteen instead of twenty-six. 
 
 Good luck favours not only the brave, but also 
 the resolute up to a certain point. It was only 
 when Pattie, with eyes so widely torn open as to ap-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 265 
 
 pear of almost normal size, said : "Miss 'Artmann ? 
 Yes, sir, she's in her room" that it occurred to 
 Vincent how very improbable it had been that he 
 should find her at home at this hour. 
 
 "Will you ask her whether she will receive me?" 
 said Vincent, pulling out a card; but already Pattie, 
 whose fault was not slowness, had flung wide the 
 door alongside. 
 
 "A gentleman for you, miss," she triumphantly 
 proclaimed, and promptly shut them in together. 
 
 Barely across the threshold, Vincent stood still, 
 in momentary diffidence, while from a chair beside 
 the fire Irma rose precipitately, a half-darned sock 
 between her hands, while scissors and cotton 
 dropped unheeded to the ground. 
 
 "Mr. Denholm oh, have you brought a mes- 
 sage from Miss Bennett? Or perhaps it is my father 
 you want to see? I am so sorry he is out." 
 
 She spoke in patent agitation, with quick, vivid 
 flushes passing across her startled face. 
 
 "I know that he is out. That is why I came. I 
 will go away at once if you order me; but I should 
 like to put a question first. It is a question which 
 I would have put the other day if you had given 
 me time." 
 
 Earnestly and steadily he looked at her across 
 the room. 
 
 "What question?" she faintly asked 
 
 "When you said 'No' to me on Tuesday last, 
 was it what people call an 'insurmountable aver-
 
 266 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 sion' to my person which prompted you ? That is 
 what I should like to know?" 
 
 There was an attempt at lightness in the tone 
 not over-successful. Nor did the answer come at 
 once. Mechanically she turned back to the sock 
 she was darning perhaps for the sake of having 
 something over which to bend her face and made 
 a stitch blindly; but even across the room for 
 they stood with its whole width between them 
 Vincent could see how her fingers were shaking. 
 
 "Irma!" he said very low, in a tone that was 
 loaded with both tenderness and reproach. 
 
 Then she looked up; and with the meeting of 
 their eyes her defences fell. In three strides he had 
 crossed the floor and taken her hands sock and 
 all. There was one long trembling sigh as she let 
 herself go, half falling against him, with passion 
 in her eyes, and on her cheeks the mingled red of 
 passion and of that shame with which even the 
 purest love is shadowed. For one long, perfect 
 moment their lips met in one of those kisses in 
 which two souls seem to mingle as palpably as two 
 bodies touch. 
 
 "I have not lived till now!" was the thought 
 flooding the man's mind. "Ah, to die after this !" 
 hummed through the woman's veins as much as 
 through her head. 
 
 "My love !" he breathed into the small ear dis- 
 covered somehow within reach of his lips. 
 
 "My love I"
 
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 Two words only, and yet they had broken the 
 spell. Within his arms she stiffened suddenly, bend- 
 ing back her head in order to fix him with scared 
 eyes. 
 
 "I am not your love no, no not that ! I was 
 forgetting." 
 
 "My love and soon to be my wife," he mur- 
 mured, half drunk still from an excess of joy. "You 
 will be my wife, Irma?" 
 
 Almost violently she tore herself free, pushing 
 him from her with her two hands. 
 
 "Never ! I can never be your wife 1" 
 
 She was retreating before him; the ecstasy of 
 a moment ago blotted out on her face by a kind of 
 horror. 
 
 Abruptly sobered, Vincent gazed in alarm, star- 
 tled by the vehemence of both words and action. 
 
 "But just now?" 
 
 "Just now I was mad. Be generous, and forget!" 
 
 "Forget!" He laughed harshly. "It is so like- 
 ly I will. It is so much my habit to propose to 
 young ladies that such a trifling episode will easily 
 be lost count of." 
 
 "Oh, I know; but in time in time," moaned 
 Irma. "It was only because I was not prepared. 
 Oh, why did you take me by surprise !" 
 
 "I thank my stars that I did, else I might not 
 have found out your secret. For you love me, 
 Irma ; deny it if you dare !" 
 
 Her lips parted, and closed again. The denial
 
 268 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 would not cross them. Though she had wanted 
 it, she could not give the lie to her own heart 
 could not take back the confession of that mad kiss 
 which still throbbed in her veins. For so black a 
 perjury she was both too honest and too proud. 
 
 "Granted that I could forget, would you forget, 
 Irma?" 
 
 His piercing glance seemed to cut the answer 
 out of her heart as with a sharp knife. Whether 
 she would or not, she must meet it; and suddenly 
 the needed strength came. 
 
 "No, I would not forget. You would not believe 
 me if I said I would. The other day I was not 
 sure of what I felt; but to-day I know." 
 
 She looked at him steadily now; self-mastery 
 regained by a violent effort of will. 
 
 "And, knowing it, you still give me the same 
 answer as then?" 
 
 "The same. It can make no difference. Don't 
 ask me to explain I cannot. But I cannot marry 
 you. I can never marry anybody." 
 
 "You need not explain. I understand. You are 
 thinking of your father, of course ; you do not want 
 to leave him. But neither need you ; I have thought 
 of that, too. With all my heart I am ready to be 
 his son." 
 
 She looked at him gratefully far more grate- 
 fully than she had looked at Mr. Potts on a some- 
 what similar occasion. 
 
 "How good you are 1 But n
 
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 "I am not good; I love you that is all. Irma, 
 don't keep me in pain. Let me know my fate 
 quickly. Yes or No? I gen or Nemf which is it 
 to be? The two syllables, please! not the onel 
 Don't you remember how I said that Hungarians 
 must be fonder of saying No than Yes, because they 
 took longer to assent than to deny? Take as long 
 as you like, but say the right word at last. Igen, 
 Irma is it not I gen?" 
 
 But there was no responding smile upon her 
 face, though he was beside her once more and had 
 retaken hungry possession of her hands. 
 
 "It is your father, is it not? You do not want 
 to leave him? Have confidence in me, my lovel 
 Tell me all!" 
 
 She drew away her hands, quite gently this time. 
 Her quiet, and the heavy sadness in her eyes, 
 frightened him far more than her vehemence of a 
 minute ago had frightened him. 
 
 "It is not what you think. The matter is not 
 so simple. Even if my father were to die to-day, 
 it could make no difference. The impossibility 
 would remain. I can never be your wife." 
 
 For a moment longer he studied her face, then 
 turned, with a puzzled frown, to vaguely peram- 
 bulate the room. Something about her manner 
 bore in upon him a sense of hopelessness. He had 
 an idea that her heart was breaking, together with 
 the conviction that nothing would break her will. 
 
 "An impossibility? There is no such word in
 
 270 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 my dictionary. An impossibility simply means an 
 obstacle, and obstacles are made to be removed, or 
 knocked aside, or trampled down. But in order 
 to trample effectively one would need to know its 
 nature. If you could tell me more " 
 
 "No, no I can tell you nothing." 
 
 "Then I will find it out for myself." 
 
 "No, no!" she said again, with a note of terror 
 in her voice. "Do not do that ! It would change 
 nothing only make it worse." 
 
 "Is it another man?" he asked, well-nigh rough- 
 ly, watching her with jealous suspicion. 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Will you swear to me that no other man has 
 anything to do with this impediment?" 
 
 "Yes; I swear." 
 
 He looked into the transparently truthful eyes, 
 and was convinced, but all the more deeply puz- 
 zled. 
 
 Having taken a few more aimless steps about 
 the room for neither of them had thought of sit- 
 ting down during the brief and agitated interview 
 Vincent halted at last beside the mantelpiece, 
 his eye caught by a somewhat unusual object which, 
 with that aggressive distinctness of certain details 
 in moments of mental excitement, had jumped into 
 his field of vision. 
 
 "What is that?" he asked in accents of the pro- 
 foundest astonishment, pointing to a dingy little 
 wooden figure tricked out in skirts which presum-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 271 
 
 ably had once been pink, arid, to judge from the 
 convulsive clasp of her match-wood arms, striving 
 to swarm up the stem of a brass candlestick May- 
 pole fashion. 
 
 Irma looked across the room, and half smiled. 
 
 "That is the Past," she said, with a bitter twitch 
 at the corners of her fair lips. 
 
 "Ah ! and what you call the 'impossibility' dates 
 from the past, too, I presume?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "And she this creature knows all about it, 
 no doubt?" 
 
 "She was a witness," said Irma, falling into the 
 lighter tone though it was but a false lightness 
 which the talk seemed to be taking. "Oh, yes, of 
 course, she knows all about it." 
 
 "Will you do me a favour, Fraulein Hartmann? 
 Some ladies are merciful enough to bestow a flower 
 or a ribbon upon a rejected suitor. I crave the pos- 
 session of this doll." 
 
 Irma smiled wearily, thankful for that "Frau- 
 lein Hartmann," and yet illogically wounded by it. 
 
 "Oh, take her, of course. But she is very 
 
 grimy." 
 
 "Which is enough to tell me that, though she 
 may be the past, she is not your past," said Vin- 
 cent, with another straight look into her eyes, while 
 he deliberately pocketed Vindobona. 
 
 "She isn't a talking doll, I suppose, more's the
 
 272 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 pity; for if she was, I might yet get the truth out of 
 her regarding that obstacle." 
 
 "It is I who want a favour now, Mr. Denholm." 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 "Will you give me your word not to try and 
 find out anything about the obstacle? It would 
 make me much happier." 
 
 Her eyes pleaded almost humbly, yet very ob- 
 viously in vain. 
 
 "I am sorry not to be in the position of bestow- 
 ing happiness upon you, Fraulein Hartmann; but, 
 having an objection to breaking my word, I cer- 
 tainly do not mean to give it on this occasion." 
 
 The touch of grimness in the tone blended per- 
 fectly with the new ceremoniousness of manner; 
 and it was ceremoniously, too, that presently he 
 bowed himself from the room. A most conven- 
 tional ending to what had begun to say the least 
 of it unconventionally. 
 
 Alone again, Irma fell into a chair with a feel- 
 ing of exhaustion, dominated by an exultation that 
 would have liked best to cry fiercely aloud. What 
 mattered her prostration, since the victory was 
 gained? Had she not conquered her own love and 
 his? Had she not saved his career for him, in the 
 teeth of his own opposition, against his own will? 
 The first rejection had been made, in the main, for 
 her father's sake ; the second one was for his own. 
 And he did not guess it; he must not guess it; for 
 such knowledge might undo her work. After to-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 273 
 
 day she could not help speculating upon the extent 
 of the sacrifices he might be ready to make. All 
 the more needful that she should be strong, be firm 
 for them both; all the more needful to keep him 
 in his ignorance. And then there was the opposite 
 contingency likewise to be considered: the contin- 
 gency of his weighing the sacrifice required, and 
 deciding against it; of his examining the objection 
 and accepting it as final a thought from which her 
 woman's pride shrank fearfully. Of the two pos- 
 sibilities it would be hard to say which would be 
 worse : that of seeing him prefer his career to her, 
 or that of seeing him prefer her to his career, and 
 of knowing herself the wrecker of his life. It was 
 an impasse, whichever way she turned. "No, no; 
 he must never know," she said, with her face be- 
 tween her hands. The mere thought of being 
 branded in his eyes, of standing before him as the 
 avowed daughter of a defrauder, was insupport- 
 able. 
 
 Let the tears flow now they could no longer 
 weaken her resolve. And yet how nearly she had 
 failed ! Thinking of that mad moment into which 
 that drop of sun-steeped Hungarian blood flow- 
 ing in her veins had betrayed her, her cheeks 
 burned, but also her heart exulted. With a life- 
 time of renunciation before her, could she regret 
 entirely that one moment of possession? What- 
 ever happened now, however dark the years to
 
 274 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 come, when she heard happy people talking of 
 their happiness, she would at least know what they 
 meant. She, too, would have been in Arcadia, if 
 only between the space of two breaths.
 
 CHAPTER VII 
 
 THE VERDICT 
 
 "CAN I have a few words with you anywhere in 
 private?" 
 
 Irma looked about her rather hopelessly in the 
 passage to which she had followed the small, neat 
 doctor, with the compact, iron-grey head. The 
 character of the passage, on to which gaped both 
 the lower and the upper staircases, did not seem 
 to guarantee the privacy desired. 
 
 It was Mrs. Martin who unexpectedly played 
 the Deus ex machina the upper portion of her 
 person surging suddenly into sight from the nether 
 regions. 
 
 "This way, miss, please. You are kindly wel- 
 come to my sitting-room, if it be so as 'ow the med- 
 ical gentleman don't hobject to stepping down- 
 wards." 
 
 Since the first appearance of the motor-car Mrs. 
 Martin's affability towards her foreign lodgers had 
 been steadily on the increase. 
 
 The medical gentleman not objecting, the de- 
 scent was made to the apartment which Mrs. Mar- 
 
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 276 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 tin called her sitting-room, but whose original des- 
 tination had probably been that of a storeroom or 
 china closet a narrow strip of a space, whose 
 brick floor was insufficiently clad with rag carpets, 
 whose whitewashed walls bloomed with Christmas 
 supplements, and where the gas had to be turned 
 on even for midsummer visitors, in place of the 
 window which did not exist. Here, within walls 
 which had never known a glimpse of daylight 
 let alone a ray of sunshine with the smell of the 
 dinner of all the lodgers in her nostrils, Irma was 
 to listen to words whose terror seemed to be punc- 
 tuated by the hiss of the pots in the adjoining 
 kitchen. 
 
 The very first glance she met across the small 
 round table, which the family Bible and the family 
 album divided equally between them, gave her a 
 start: it looked so alarmingly sympathetic, which, 
 of course, meant that there was something to sym- 
 pathise about. 
 
 "There is nobody else no older relative, I 
 mean with whom I could have this talk?" 
 
 "Nobody," said Irma, with sinking heart. 
 "Please tell me quickly: is he very ill? I thought 
 it was only influenza?" 
 
 The neat, little, iron-grey doctor coughed neatly 
 behind his well-cared-for hand. 
 
 "It is influenza; but it is not only influenza. The 
 attack is not by any means a virulent one. It is not
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 277 
 
 the influenza that is the point; it is the state of the 
 heart." 
 
 "Is there anything wrong with his heart?" asked 
 Irma, precipitately, losing colour a little. 
 
 "When was your father last examined medi- 
 cally?" asked the doctor, with a doctor's practised 
 evasion. 
 
 "Examined? Oh, I don't know; not for years, 
 certainly. I don't remember his ever being exam- 
 ined at all." 
 
 "I see," said Dr. Hockins, with gently closed 
 eyes. He made a habit of this when listening to a 
 report, as though willing to save the victim from 
 the embarrassment of his rather penetrating gaze 
 something after the fashion of certain priests 
 when receiving a confession, and in order to spare 
 the blushes of the penitent. 
 
 "And during the past year did you not observe 
 that his health was ah failing?" 
 
 He opened his eyes and closed them again, after 
 one inquisitorial glance. 
 
 Irma's heart contracted sharply. 
 
 "Of course I did. I did everything I could to 
 persuade him to see a doctor, but he would not. He 
 is there are reasons which make him extremely 
 shy of seeing anybody." 
 
 "I see. That is a pity. A few months ago there 
 might have been a chance of checking the evil. It 
 has probably existed for some years, but I date the 
 chief ravages from within the last year. You will
 
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 probably know whether any particular cause of 
 worry has occurred within this space. This form 
 of affection is usually due to mental causes." 
 
 This time he shut his eyes very tight while await- 
 ing the answer. 
 
 "Oh, he has had causes," said Irma, with a quick 
 heave of her bosom, a bitter curve of her lip. Then, 
 as though in dread of possible self-betrayal : 
 
 "But what is the evil? Is there really any 
 danger?" 
 
 A very kind glance met her from the keen eyes 
 opposite. 
 
 "My dear young lady, it would not be right of 
 me to conceal from you that this is not the way the 
 question stands. Rather I should put it: Is there 
 any hope?" 
 
 Speechlessly Irma sank against the hard chair- 
 back, gazing wide-eyed at the mouthpiece of fate. 
 
 In the short pause that followed something clat- 
 tered to the ground in the kitchen alongside, and 
 Mrs. Martin began to scold in her habitual scream, 
 which, at a recollection of the visitors close by, sank 
 abruptly to a spluttering whisper. 
 
 "Your father is not an old man; his age would 
 be nothing if his constitution had not been under- 
 mined probably by adverse circumstances. The 
 influenza in itself would also be nothing, and may 
 even yet prove a benefit by having served to dis- 
 close a state of affairs which should have been
 
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 looked to long ago. My fear is that it has dis- 
 closed this too late." 
 
 "Oh, doctor I" said Irma, just audibly. "What 
 am I to do?" 
 
 "Have courage, in the first place for the sake 
 of the patient, since it is upon your shoulders alone 
 that the burden seems to lie. As for the rest my 
 dear young lady it is difficult for me to say; but 
 if there are any ah dispositions to be made, it 
 might be as well not to lose time." 
 
 "Then you really think he is going to die?" 
 
 "My respect for the resources of nature is far 
 too great to let me 'really think 1 anything. It re- 
 solves itself into the question of whether the heart 
 is or is not up to the work which still stands before 
 it. It is a question to which I must reserve my 
 answer; but I am afraid I am very much afraid 
 that it will be wisest for you to be prepared for the 
 worst." 
 
 Irma leaned forward, and right across the Bible 
 and the album stretched her clasped hands towards 
 the doctor. 
 
 "But you will do everything everything to save 
 him, will you not?" 
 
 Dr. Hockins smiled, a little pityingly, for so 
 much na'ivefe. As if the pleadings of a daughter 
 had anything to do with the conscientious exercise 
 of a profession I 
 
 "I will do my duty, my dear young lady. It will 
 be your part carefully to follow the directions
 
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 given. Our first object must be to feed the engine 
 which keeps the machine a-going in other words, 
 to strengthen the heart." 
 
 Technical details filled the last few minutes of 
 the doctor's visit. Irma drank them in thirstily, 
 and with a pang saw the house-door close upon his 
 dapper person; for now she was alone with the 
 coming shadow ; the wrestle with the King of Ter- 
 rors, of whose approach the little doctor had served 
 as herald. 
 
 For one minute she took refuge in her own small 
 bedroom, and there struggled for composure; for 
 the blow just received had come upon her like a 
 thunderclap, as it is apt to come upon the young 
 and healthy who have chanced never to see death, 
 and to whom its very existence seems so distant as 
 to be scarcely a reality. She had been anxious ere 
 this, but not seriously alarmed, used as she was to 
 her father's chronic feebleness. 
 
 That day of bitter east wind on which Vincent 
 had caught sight of Harding in the City 'bus had 
 been the last on which he had gone to his work. 
 That same evening he had come home in a state of 
 exhaustion quite distinct from the daily fatigue, and 
 next morning, after a restless night, had made a 
 vain attempt at rising, peremptorily cut short by 
 Irma. Both to her and to him it had seemed at 
 first nothing more than a bad cold, for whose com- 
 bating the various hot infusions recommended by 
 Mrs. Martin would probably prove sufficient;
 
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 though Pattie, personally, put more confidence in 
 the virtue of the medals which, just outside the 
 door, she conscientiously dipped into every cup of 
 tisane sent up by the landlady; besides smuggling 
 the saintly effigies of which she fortunately pos- 
 sessed an ample store into the most unlikely 
 places. It was not until St. Benedict had been 
 discovered at the bottom of a cup of camomile tea, 
 and St. Michael had come to light from between 
 the sheet and the mattress, where he had been af- 
 fording the patient anything but peaceful nights 
 that Irma became aware of these practices, and, in 
 spite of Pattie's tearful assurance that the first of 
 these holy men, in particular, was "a ghrand person 
 for colds," sternly abolished them. When, after 
 four days of assiduous dosing, her father had 
 fainted right away in her arms while she was set- 
 tling his pillows, Irma threw the tisanes overboard 
 as well, and, sweeping aside the sick man's objec- 
 tions, insisted upon having a doctor. And now 
 from this same doctor's lips she had learnt the 
 truth; for although he had not denied her hope, 
 she had scarcely any remaining. It was so much 
 more likely that he had said less than more of his 
 actual thought. 
 
 And all this time the sick man lay alongside wait- 
 ing for his verdict. Yes, she must be strong, and 
 without delay. With the thought, her eyes went 
 to the silver crucifix above the bed no longer the 
 empty sign it had been in days of prosperity. If
 
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 she knew now where strength lay she owed the 
 discovery to adversity and to Pattie. 
 
 As she stepped into the shadow s that were redo- 
 lent with the breath of the eucalyptus kettle steam- 
 ing away upon its hob, Irma was attempting to 
 conjure to her lips one of those mechanical smiles 
 which so many daughters and mothers and wives 
 have worn on similar occasions a smile whose in- 
 tent is to deceive, but which is so fatally liable to 
 degenerate into a grimace. It was her way of arm- 
 ing herself against the look of anxious expectation 
 which she expected. But as she rounded the screen, 
 placed so as to intercept a possible draught from 
 the door, it was another sort of look that met her. 
 Already at the door Harding's impatient "Is that 
 you, Irma?" had touched her with a passing sur- 
 prise ; and now her astonishment deepened ; for the 
 sick man, raised upon his elbow, with flushed face 
 and eyes brighter than she had seen them for long, 
 was gazing eagerly towards his daughter. 
 
 "Oh, papa lie down; you will tire yourself." 
 
 "No, no never mind that. Why have you 
 kept me waiting so long? What have you and the 
 doctor been talking about? Don't you think the 
 subject might have a certain interest for me, too? 
 I could see by his questions that it's more than a 
 cold. How much longer does he give me? Out 
 with it, Irma." 
 
 It might have been the surprise of the unex- 
 pected tone that overthrew Irma's hastily run-up
 
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 defences. Before she was aware of what had hap- 
 pened she had sat down beside the bed and burst 
 into tears. 
 
 Immediately a gaunt hand stole over hers, in 
 which her face was hidden. 
 
 "Don't cry, Irma!" came the hoarse, feeble 
 voice. 
 
 "You're a good girl, and it isn't your fault. Can 
 you actually imagine that you are bringing me a 
 bad piece of news? Why, it's the best possible 
 news that could reach me. For shame, Irma! 
 From your bright little head I should have looked 
 for more perception. What did he say? what did 
 he say exactly? Is the verdict clean-cut? Did he 
 put the black cap on to pronounce it?" 
 
 He still stroked her fingers soothingly, coaxing 
 her with the pleading of his voice, into which there 
 came a note of warning as he added : 
 
 "Mind, I have a right to the truth 1" 
 
 And presently he drew it from her in part. 
 The existence of danger was admitted, the neces- 
 sity of being prepared; and what she did not tell 
 him he knew already through her tears. With 
 a strange smile on his thin lips he listened, lying 
 back now upon the pillow, his eyes exploring the 
 ceiling with a gaze as far-reaching as though no 
 ceiling were there. 
 
 When she was silent he drew one of the long, 
 laboured breaths which it tortured her to hear, and 
 again turned his face towards her.
 
 284 POMP AND CIRL ANCE 
 
 "Ton win wire to her, Irma, will you not?" he 
 said more quietly, and still with those unnaturally 
 brilliant eyes. "When she knows it is the end, per- 
 haps perhaps she will come.* 9 
 
 "Papa !" said Irma, below her breath. 
 
 "You do not think so? Perhaps I have no right 
 to ask her. But at the end, you know, Irma, at the 
 end; when she knows she is going to be quit of me 
 for ever. After all, she did love me once. It 
 would be the last favour. And, oh, to look into 
 her eyes again to touch her hand but in passing! 
 Perhaps even to hear her forgive mel It would 
 be easy to die then." 
 
 So much enchantment lay upon the white- 
 bearded face, so deep a craving spoke out of the 
 hoarse eagerness of the voice, that Irma stared, as 
 though at a revelation. And with the astonish- 
 ment mingled a pang. So, after all, for all die 
 sacrifices wrought, for all the affection expended, 
 she did not really count in his life. If she stood 
 second in his thoughts, it was only with an immense 
 interval between her and their first object. She 
 knew now that he had never for a moment ceased 
 to hanker secretly after his idol. The very fact of 
 her having been the cause of his moral ruin seemed 
 only to have riveted the chains which bound him 
 to her. For the daughter who had saved him he 
 might feel deep esteem and profound gratitude, 
 and affection, too, of that obvious, unavoidable sort 
 which fathers feel towards daughters who are also
 
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 "good girls"; but all the passion in his soul be- 
 longed to the wife who had ruined and spurned 
 him. Upon the thought of her he hung as does 
 the beaten dog upon the eye of his master. It was 
 almost as though the very burden of gratitude op- 
 pressed him too much to let paternal love expand, 
 for to all but the most ignoble or the noblest of 
 natures gratitude is ever the heaviest of burdens. 
 We feel more at ease with those who owe us some- 
 thing than those to whom we owe something 
 which is why we generally prefer the society of our 
 debtors to that of our creditors. 
 
 "Yes, it had better be a wire," Harding said, as 
 huskily and as eagerly as before. "Did he did 
 the doctor say anything about a hurry?" 
 
 Then, as Irma shook her head passionately: 
 
 "Still, it had better be a wire. You will write 
 it at once, Irma, won't you ? Have you any forms ? 
 And put it plainly, mind. For if you don't put it 
 plainly enough she may not think it necessary to 
 come." 
 
 As she moved reluctantly towards the table his 
 eyes followed her. 
 
 "How fortunate I am not in New York, now! 
 You never guessed what it was that put me against 
 the idea, did you?" 
 
 The pale-blue eyes took on a passing sharpness. 
 He tried to laugh, but had perforce to cough in- 
 stead.
 
 CHAPTER VIII 
 
 THE SUMMONS 
 
 "A TELEGRAM for you, Isabella," said a large, 
 dark woman of masculine aspect, entering the 
 room in which Mrs. Harding, in a peignoir, was 
 occupied in laboriously piling up the masses of her 
 black hair before a looking-glass. Until the ruin 
 she had always had a maid to do it for her ; and the 
 daily struggle with her abundant tresses marked 
 a daily accentuation of the bitterness of her loss. 
 But the toilet-table itself bore almost the same face 
 as in old days, for silver-backed brushes remained, 
 of course, a necessity of life, and the number of 
 powder-puffs and crystal-boxed cosmetics clearly 
 showed that, even in exile, the beauty remained 
 conscious of her duties towards herself. 
 
 She turned now quickly to her sister, a little of 
 the brilliant colour fading out of her cheek. 
 
 "From London?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "Give it me." 
 
 She tore the paper open with fingers visibly un- 
 steady; but Amelia, watching, saw the terror in 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 287 
 
 her eyes fade, replaced by something more like 
 perplexity. 
 
 "What is it? They haven't caught him, have 
 they?" 
 
 "No, thank heavens, they haven't caught him, 
 but he is ill. Irma seems to think he is dying. She 
 asks me to come." 
 
 There was a short silence, filled by thoughts 
 which it is not likely that either of the sisters 
 would have consented to put into words. Mrs. 
 Harding, the crushed paper sunk to her lap, sat 
 looking past the mirror and out towards the flat 
 landscape, bare almost as a table, which was all 
 the window framed, and with only the huge, slant- 
 ing arm of a draw-well cutting the horizon. 
 
 "What will you do?" asked the elder sister, 
 after that pause. 
 
 "I don't know. I am considering." 
 
 "Would not a meeting such a meeting, too 
 be horribly painful, for him as well as for you? 
 You have your health to consider, Isabella, mind." 
 
 The large brunette spoke with something of ma- 
 ternal authority, and with a glance which, coming 
 from under those thick black brows, surprised by 
 its tenderness. The spoilt child of erstwhile had 
 evidently not exhausted all the favours of fortune. 
 
 "Horribly painful I know. But, after all, it 
 isn't quite easy to say No at such a moment. And 
 it is probably the last time." 
 
 "Just think of the distance! and at this sea-
 
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 son ! Really, Isabella, for a man who has ruined 
 you " 
 
 "I am thinking of it. But it is not the man alone 
 there is Irma." 
 
 "How do you mean?" 
 
 "If I don't go, and if anything happens, Irma 
 remains lost to me. She will not come back to me 
 I have read that out of her letters certainly 
 not if I refuse to fulfil her father's request. But 
 if I go she may be a little touched, and I may be 
 able to persuade her to come back with me. And 
 I want to get Irma back. She has mad ideas, but 
 she has a face that would make any man forgive 
 them. If there is any hope for us in the future it 
 lies with Irma; certainly not with Gabrielle. The 
 poor child takes after her father. You see what 
 I mean, Amelia?" 
 
 "Yes, I see; and I see also that I shall have to 
 let you go. Will you take Gabrielle with you ? She 
 won't be much of a help." 
 
 "Not in travelling; but possibly in persuading 
 her sister. Yes, I shall take her." 
 
 "Do you want any money, Isabella?" 
 
 "No, thank you. Do you suppose I would let 
 you pay my journey? That would be bitterer far 
 than eating your bread." 
 
 In answer, the big, masculine woman stooped 
 to kiss her beautiful sister, and immediately hur- 
 ried off to her well-stocked larder, in order to 
 decide which of the fat geese and prime capons
 
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 which hung there almost as thickly as in a poul- 
 terer's shop would be best adapted for provision- 
 ing the travellers. 
 
 Meanwhile, Mrs. Harding was already packing, 
 feebly seconded by Gabrielle in tears. The im- 
 pending ordeal, notwithstanding the bustle of this 
 sudden journey, had something in its favour. To 
 one used to the movement of town life, existence 
 in a Hungarian puszta be it ever so plentifully 
 fed could not but flavour of the monotony of the 
 landscape. A break, even a disagreeable one, was 
 not absolutely unwelcome. It was a piece of good 
 luck, certainly, to have a sister so hospitable, and 
 married to the owner of so many miles of maize- 
 fields and of rich cattle-pasture that generosity 
 scarcely ranked as a virtue; for where such an 
 abundance of fatted calves and pigs and chickens 
 were a-going, the presence of two people, more or 
 less, could really make no difference. Also, in spite 
 of an occasional reference, made for decorum's 
 sake, to the flavour of the bread eaten, that bread 
 scarcely tasted bitter at all in Isabella's mouth. But 
 at hard cash her particular sort of pride drew the 
 line. With the consciousness of this reserve, and 
 with the chorus of indignant pity ever sounding 
 in her ear, she had found existence endurable dur- 
 ing the last year endurable, but not exciting. A 
 rush across Europe would at least have the merit 
 of variety.
 
 290 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 In a closely packed carriage of the Dover line, the 
 lamp overhead, which had just been lit, fell, among 
 other things, upon the face of a beautiful, weary- 
 looking woman approaching middle age, and upon 
 that of her immediate neighbour, a fair-dunned, 
 disconsolate-looking girl's face, with the stains of 
 fresh tears upon it. The woman's face was not 
 only weary, but likewise iU-humoured ; for the jour- 
 ney had been long and hurried, and contrary to 
 former experience taken second-class. Every 
 journey of the past had been enjoyed among the 
 orthodox red-velvet cushions, whose colour alone 
 seems a badge of fortune's favours its fatigues 
 eased by all the resources of modern travel- But 
 this time first-class tickets had been out of the ques- 
 tion, and a sleeping-car not to be thought of . Small 
 wonder that the erstwhile enjoyer of fortune's fa- 
 vours should feel aggrieved and out of place for 
 the rush across Europe had, by this time, lost all 
 its prospective attractions and almost unavoid- 
 able that her thoughts of the man to whom she 
 owed the discomfort should not have perceptibly 
 softened. 
 
 "Is this London?" asked Gabrielle, as cfimly 
 seen roads, heaving like rigid billows on either side 
 of the raised causeway, began to press close, picked 
 out by points of light. At moments the sea of ma- 
 sonry would open, to disclose a gas-lit street, in 
 which bird's-eye glimpses of men and vehicles, of
 
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 shop-windows and flaring advertisements could be 
 caught. 
 
 "I suppose it is London. You had better collect 
 the wraps instead of staring." 
 
 Gabrielle sighed tremulously. 
 
 "I wonder if papa" she began in a whisper. 
 
 Collect the wraps, Gabrielle." 
 
 At Victoria another bad moment with the lug- 
 gage, not calculated to improve Mrs. Harding's 
 temper. It had always been her maid who looked 
 after such trifles as this; whereas here, apparently, 
 she was expected not only to give her personal at- 
 tention to the matter, but, in accordance to the bar- 
 barous English fashion, to stand in a jostling crowd 
 and point out her box to a bungling porter. 
 
 Deeply exhausted, she leaned back at last in the 
 four-wheeler that was taking them to Filbert Gar- 
 dens. As to what might possibly be awaiting her 
 there she was too genuinely tired to dwell upon it, 
 though, beside her, Gabrielle trembled with the 
 terror of the unknown. 
 
 With the stopping of the cab she opened her 
 eyes. The driver was climbing down from the box 
 with the rheumatic slowness peculiar to the four- 
 wheeler cabman. Before he had reached the 
 ground the door had been opened with a prompti- 
 tude which plainly spoke of a look-out held. 
 
 There was a cry from Gabrielle : "Irma 1 It is 
 Irma herself!" 
 
 In a moment she had become nimble; and by the
 
 292 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 time Mrs. Harding reached the doorstep the sisters 
 were withdrawing from their first embrace. 
 
 "Well?" asked Mrs. Harding, a little breath- 
 less. 
 
 Impetuously, with a momentary blotting out of 
 the past, Irma's arms were flung around her moth- 
 er's neck. 
 
 "Oh, mamma thank heavens he is better 1 
 The doctor thinks the danger is past for the pres- 
 ent. He is really better, and seeing you will make 
 him quite well. Oh, thank you for coming !" 
 
 "Better?" said Mrs. Harding, and, after that 
 one word, was silent, perhaps aware of a discord 
 in its tone. 
 
 "You will come in at once, will you not? He is 
 waiting." 
 
 "But our things, Irma ! You will let me dismiss 
 the cabman first, I suppose. Do we lodge here?" 
 
 "No there is no room. I have taken a room 
 for you at Number forty-two ; a private hotel ; only 
 a few doors off. Pattie, tell him where to take the 
 boxes. And now, mamma, this way." 
 
 "I should liked to have washed my hands first. 
 You forget how far we have travelled." 
 
 "No, I don't, but the suspense is bad for papa; 
 I am sure it is. Why, we had to give him morphia 
 this last night in order to keep him quiet. Do 
 you think it matters to him whether your hands 
 are washed or not? This way, mamma, please." 
 
 Softly she opened the door alongside, and, fol-
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 293 
 
 lowed by her mother too tired to cope with such 
 impetuosity as this stepped into its shaded light. 
 
 "Papa," she said, stopping before the sheltering 
 screen, as though to spare him the witness even of 
 her eyes at this supreme moment, looked to with 
 so much bliss and so much agony "mamma has 
 come. Here she is." 
 
 Then, stepping back, she left the passage free, 
 and taking Gabrielle by the hand, hurried her into 
 her own room alongside, leaving husband and wife 
 face to face and alone. 
 
 What words were spoken during the conjugal 
 tete-a-tete it is not for an outsider to guess. Mean- 
 while, between the sisters other words, less poign- 
 ant, but perhaps as significant, were passing. 
 
 "Oh, Irma after all ! I was beginning to think 
 that we should never meet again ! Have you had a 
 very bad time of it? You have grown so thin 1" 
 
 "You haven't grown thin; why, you have almost 
 grown fat;" laughed Irma, with her arm around 
 her sister, while they cowered together upon her 
 narrow bed, the one chair in the room being of for- 
 bidding appearance. To feel Gabrielle's cheek 
 against her own gave her a thrill of half-forgotten 
 emotion. The voice of a common blood was call- 
 ing louder than she had expected it to call. 
 
 "Oh, not fat, I hope!" said Gabrielle, uneasily. 
 "It's so ugly to be fat. But, really, at Serelmes it 
 is rather difficult to avoid it. Aunt Amelia is al- 
 ways pressing one to eat ; and the butter is so fresh
 
 294 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 and so good and the chickens so beautifully 
 stuffed!" 
 
 Irma laughed again; she could laugh now, at 
 last, after two days of mental anguish. 
 
 "Poor Gabrielle! What an awful predicament 
 to be in I I have been spared that, at least. I don't 
 remember anybody pressing me to eat within the 
 last year, except Pattie; and, considering that the 
 things to eat were usually cold mutton or dry toast, 
 the invitation was not very difficult to resist. One 
 of your stuffed chickens now and then wouldn't 
 have been a bit amiss." 
 
 Gabrielle's eyes filled with the ready tears. 
 
 "Oh, Irma, how dreadful ! To think that you 
 have actually been hungry! Oh, if those chickens 
 were mine to send ! But you must never be hungry 
 again. You will come back with us this time, will 
 you not, Irma?" 
 
 Instantly Irma's arms relaxed in their clasp. 
 
 "Don't begin that way, Gabrielle ! You know 
 quite well that I cannot leave papa ; less than ever 
 now, with his health so precarious." 
 
 "But if if anything were to happen to papa? 
 You would come with us then?" 
 
 "Nothing is going to happen," said Irma, fierce- 
 ly. "Have I not told you that the danger is past ? 
 He is going to get quite well again." 
 
 "Well, then, if he is quite well again, you could 
 leave him, could you not?"
 
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 Putting her hands upon her sister's shoulders, 
 Irma looked her in the face. 
 
 "It is mamma, is it not, who is making you say 
 this?" 
 
 Gabrielle coloured helplessly. 
 
 "Oh, I would have said it at any rate. You 
 know how I wanted you to stay with us on on 
 that terrible day in Vienna." 
 
 "But it was mamma who told you to persuade 
 me now?" 
 
 "She did say that you might listen to me more 
 than to her ; and that it is her one wish to take you 
 back with her." 
 
 "Ah ! now I understand why she came." 
 
 Abruptly Irma's face had hardened. 
 
 'T didn't expect she would come when I sent 
 that telegram; but now I understand. It is quite 
 simple." 
 
 "But surely you cannot blame her, Irma?" 
 
 "I do not blame her for anything she has done 
 to me. It is not me she has harmed." 
 
 "And you still think that that it the whole 
 misfortune, I mean, is more her fault than papa's?" 
 asked Gabrielle, with humble uncertainty. 
 
 A year of the double chorus of pity of her one 
 parent and condemnation of the other had 
 brought Gabrielle to the point of wanting to con- 
 sider her father alone guilty and her mother wholly 
 innocent, as being the theory which most conven- 
 iently squared with such enjoyment of life as still
 
 296 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 remained open to her. But, owing partly to a 
 trace of real affection for the culprit, her object 
 had not been entirely attained. For '"Vorielle was 
 one of those unfortunate people cursed with a sense 
 of justice uncoupled with the courage of living up 
 to their convictions, and quite devoid of that con- 
 venient coarseness of moral fibre which made her 
 mother invulnerable. Hence the standing torment 
 of self-reproach. In spite of much mental debase, 
 she had not arrived either at quite condemning her 
 father nor quite forgiving her mother for her con- 
 duct in the crisis. 
 
 Something of the chronic struggle was visible 
 on her face just now, even to Irma's eyes. 
 
 "I have not changed my mind," she said a little 
 brusquely. "And to think of them at Serelmes 
 sitting around the fire of a winter's evening and all 
 throwing stones at him makes my blood boil. Do 
 you ever try to turn off the stones, Gabrielle ?" 
 
 Under her sister's piercing glance Gabrielle hung 
 her head. 
 
 "How can I against so many?" 
 
 "I see. Poor papa!" 
 
 Irma's nostrils were quivering now, as she meas- 
 ured the figure beside her with a glance from which 
 tenderness had been banished by a more dominant 
 feeling. 
 
 But in that moment the hand of the fair-haired 
 little egotist stole into her own. 
 
 "Do you think it wrong of me to stay with
 
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 mamma, Irma? Ought I to go away from 
 Serelmes?" 
 
 As Irma looked into the pale-blue, pleading eyes 
 her own softened. That moral intolerance which 
 was the defect of her qualities made it hard to be 
 patient with a creature of so different a make. But 
 for nursery memories it is probable that she would 
 not have been patient. But, the nursery memories 
 being there, she kissed her younger sister almost 
 stormily, though with the conscious superiority of 
 one who embraces a child. 
 
 "Wrong? What an idea! It's the most nat- 
 ural place in the world for you to be at. Of course 
 you must stay with mamma. But mind about the 
 butter and the chickens, Gabrielle!" she added, 
 with so affectionate a contempt that it was scarcely 
 contempt. "It would be a pity to spoil your figure. 
 Just now it is very becoming, but you ought not to 
 get much plumper than you are." 
 
 Gabrielle, though visibly relieved, yet sighed 
 under the stress of this new-born alarm. 
 
 "Oh, yes, that is the danger. I know I was too 
 thin before, but it would be worse to get too fat. 
 Oh, I shouldn't like to take after Aunt Amelia! 
 
 It hasn't really harmed me till now, has it, Irma ?" 
 
 ******* 
 
 Later in the evening, while Gabrielle was sitting 
 beside her father's bed and Irma had accompanied 
 her mother to No. 42, another short talk took 
 place.
 
 298 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Mrs. Harding had come out from the interview 
 with her husband rather pale and with something 
 not easily analysable smouldering in her eyes. The 
 moment that the door of the hotel bedroom was 
 shut she turned upon her daughter. 
 
 "Was that summons genuine?" she asked briefly 
 and somewhat aggressively "or was it a sham?" 
 
 "What do you mean, mamma?" 
 
 "I mean was he really so ill as the telegram said, 
 or did you make it seem worse in order to force 
 my hand?" 
 
 "Mamma!" 
 
 Irma's eyes began to blaze. 
 
 "I want to know the truth that is all." 
 
 "The truth is I will swear it, if you like that 
 Dr. Hockins told me three days ago that he had 
 next to no hope of saving him; that he might die 
 at any moment." 
 
 "Then what has produced the change?" 
 
 "The hope of seeing you, I believe." There was 
 a quiver as of scorn in Irma's voice as she said it. 
 "He began to rally from the moment he knew that 
 you were coming. It seemed to give him strength 
 to fight." 
 
 "There doesn't seem to be anything the matter 
 with him just now except an influenza." 
 
 "There is much more the matter with him, 
 really. His heart is all wrong; but this crisis is 
 past, and he may live for years, the doctor says, 
 with proper care."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 299 
 
 Mrs. Harding sat down somewhat heavily, lean- 
 ing her aching head against the chair-back. 
 
 "I don't feel just now as if / was going to live 
 for years," she said, with a half-laugh, which did 
 not ring agreeably. "That journey has half-killed 
 me, I can tell you. I shall go back, of course, as 
 soon as I have rested. A case of influenza scarcely 
 calls for three nurses, does it?" 
 
 "As you like, mamma," said Irma, in a voice 
 as hard and far more icy than her mother's. Since 
 the talk with Gabrielle the merit of the summons 
 obeyed had lost all value in her eyes, and hotter 
 than ever burned the old indignation.
 
 CHAPTER IX 
 
 TWO SPHINXES 
 
 "MEN in great place are thrice servants ser- 
 vants of the Sovereign or State, servants of fame, 
 and servants of business; so as they have no free- 
 dom, neither in their persons, nor in their actions, 
 nor in their times. It is a strange desire to seek 
 power and to lose liberty; or to seek power over 
 others, and to lose power over a man's self. The 
 rising unto place is laborious, and by pains men 
 come to greater pains ; and it is sometimes base and 
 by indignities men come to dignities. The stand- 
 ing is slippery " 
 
 With a jerk of impatience Vincent closed the 
 book. What an unspeakably priggish idea it had 
 been to turn to Bacon's essays as a means of filling 
 up the quarter of an hour which having dressed 
 for dinner in Eaton Place he found upon his 
 hands! The result proved almost as irritating as 
 one of Minna's lectures. Viewed as a distraction 
 from pursuing thoughts, the evening paper would 
 certainly do much better. 
 
 To the evening paper, accordingly, he turned; 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 301 
 
 and presently having taken in the telegrams and 
 more or less assimilated the leader fell upon a 
 paragraph headed "An Austro-Italian Incident." 
 This "Incident" consisted of the arrestation by the 
 Austrian authorities of one Giuseppe Fernaldo, an 
 artist by profession, who, though a naturalised 
 Austrian, continued to call himself Signer Fer- 
 naldo, and had been further illustrating his undy- 
 ing attachment to the country of his ancestors by 
 selling to the Italian attache at Vienna the plans of 
 various fortifications, drawn with admirable accu- 
 racy during a would-be sketching tour in Dalmatia. 
 The man who had sold the plans was good for six 
 months' imprisonment; the man who had bought 
 them, at most for a reprimand from his own chief 
 for not being judicious enough in the choice of in- 
 struments. The dirty work had to be done, of 
 course ; but how could one be so stupid as to select a 
 bungler who lets himself be caught with the mud 
 still fresh upon his hands ! 
 
 Vincent tossed the paper aside almost into the 
 fire. The news of the day promised to be almost 
 more irritating than that voice out of the past, and 
 queerly illustrative of it, too. That attache was 
 one of those, presumably, who "by indignities" 
 would "come to dignities" since, of course, he 
 would take his lesson to heart. And this between 
 allies, who lost no opportunity of embracing, pub- 
 licly, upon as high a platform as possible! Nor 
 would the purchaser of the plans require to miss a
 
 302 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 single Court ball on that account ; and probably not 
 a single smile of the aged monarch whose subjects 
 he had been bribing and whose hospitality he was 
 enjoying. Ugh ! It was just a little revolting at 
 moments. 
 
 "How Minna will be gloating over me if she 
 sees that paragraph!" laughed Vincent, "on the 
 wrong side of his mouth," while a movement of 
 generous disgust passed over him. Upqn which 
 he lit a cigar, and, giving up reading as a bad job, 
 fell to his chronic occupation of these last days: 
 that of thinking of Irma Harding, and brooding 
 over the pretended obstacle which stood between 
 them. 
 
 "And you are supposed to know all about it!" 
 he apostrophised Vindobona, whose grimy pink 
 petticoats now graced his private mantelpiece, 
 throning in the midst of pipes and cigar boxes, 
 something like a London-grown rose with the soot 
 sticking to its petals. "She expressly called you a 
 witness." 
 
 The possession of the little wooden doll was the 
 solitary satisfaction of the moment, the one slender 
 thread between him and Irma. If nothing else, it 
 was an' object which her fingers had touched fre- 
 quently, most likely, and to which to judge from 
 that word about "the Past" she attached some 
 symbolical meaning. Yet, stare at Vindobona as 
 inquiringly as he would and that he should so 
 stare was the best proof of the state of his intellect,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 303 
 
 and consequently of his affections her sharp 
 wooden features remained those of a sphinx. 
 
 "Would an application to the father be any use, 
 I wonder?" he was musing, when into the midst 
 of necessarily fruitless meditations there fell a 
 bomb in the shape of another note from Minna. 
 
 When he had read it he sat for some minutes 
 with the sheet between his fingers, thinking so 
 deeply as to have become motionless. 
 
 For Minna's note ran thus : 
 
 "DEAR VINCENT, 
 
 "I have received a piece of news which I feel 
 bound to pass on to you at once, not knowing in 
 how far it may affect your resolutions. Fraulein 
 Hartmann had missed two lessons already, on the 
 ground of not being able to leave her father, who 
 had what she took to be mere influenza. To-day, 
 however, she tells me, in a few hurried lines, that 
 the doctor had discovered some affection of the 
 heart of old standing, apparently and that mat- 
 ters had looked so bad that she wired for her 
 mother, who came two days ago, but is going to 
 return to Austria almost immediately, the danger 
 having meanwhile passed. 
 
 "I thought you would like to know this. In fact, 
 I feel that you have a right to do so. 
 "Your affectionate cousin, 
 
 "MINNA BENNETT.
 
 3 o 4 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "P. S. Mrs. Hartmann seems to be lodging in 
 a private hotel in the same street." 
 
 When Vincent had sat still for a little while his 
 back straightened perceptibly, and he drew out his 
 watch. 
 
 "To-day always remains a safer investment than 
 to-morrow," he muttered. "A message to Eaton 
 Place will get me off." 
 
 He was on his feet already, his resolve clear-cut. 
 For this was an unlooked-for chance. Until now, 
 while determined to hunt down the mysterious 
 "obstacle," he had not known in which direction to 
 start. Was not this the Finger of Providence at 
 its old work? It was to be expected that Irma's 
 mother should be fully informed; probably better 
 informed than the father, who for the moment fell 
 out of the calculation, since one cannot cross-ques- 
 tion a man barely escaped from the jaws of death. 
 Therefore, Irma's mother who herself was a lit- 
 tle mysterious must not be allowed to leave Lon- 
 don without having been persuaded, or entrapped, 
 or forced into an interview. Vincent was in no hu- 
 mour to stick at trifles, as any of his relations could 
 have seen by taking account of the set of his fea- 
 tures. Mrs. Hartmann was not a wooden doll, 
 and therefore could not possibly be as sphinx-like 
 as that creature upon the mantelpiece. It was even 
 possible that Mrs. Hartmann herself was the "ob- 
 stacle." In this case, too, the "witness of the eye"
 
 305 
 
 would be the best means of illuminating the situa- 
 tion. The thing was obvious; and, judging from 
 Minna's P. S., not to himself alone. 
 
 Ten minutes later he was on his way to Filbert 
 Gardens in a mood which had swept all squeamish 
 considerations of appearances to one side, bent only 
 on seizing the unhoped-for opportunity, by the 
 hair of its head, if need be. 
 
 Owing to the fact that Filbert Gardens possessed 
 a single specimen of the commodity, the identifica- 
 tion of the "Private Hotel" presented no difficul- 
 ties. Vincent, indeed, would have cheerfully rung 
 every bell in the square excepting only that of 
 No. 38, where he dared not present himself; but, 
 in point of fact, he had only to ring at two. 
 
 Mrs. Hartmann? Yes, the foreign lady lodged 
 here, but she had stepped over to No. 38, just four 
 doors off. If the gentleman 
 
 But the gentleman cut the suggestion short by 
 inquiring when she might be expected to return. 
 
 "She came in yesterday at ten," explained the 
 scraggy housemaid, who had opened the door. 
 "But it's likely she'll come in sooner to-day, seein' 
 as 'ow she's leavin' to-morrer." 
 
 "To-morrow?" repeated Vincent, in a sort of 
 panic. 
 
 "Yes. For the Conternont." 
 
 The word was self-consciousness. It was not 
 every day that Continental passengers passed that 
 way.
 
 3 o6 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "I prefer to wait for her here. You have some 
 sort of sitting-room, I suppose?" 
 
 "We've got a droring-room," corrected the 
 scraggy maiden, almost reproachfully, "with two 
 sofas in it." 
 
 Just outside the door of the "droring-room," 
 Vincent drew out his card. 
 
 "When Mrs. Hartmann comes in give her this 
 card, and tell her that I wish to speak to her upon 
 an urgent matter. She may be surprised, as she 
 does not know my name, but I must see her. You 
 understand?" 
 
 The fierceness of the whisper in which the last 
 words were spoken was a good deal softened by 
 the coin which glided into the scarlet hand, inter- 
 cepted on its way to the door-handle. 
 
 The scraggy housemaid looked at the coin and 
 blushed. Coins of this colour were even rarer be- 
 tween these walls than Continental travellers. 
 
 "In course I understand, sir," she assured him, 
 with the respectful wink of a withered eyelid. 
 "You'll see her, sir never you fear!" and flung 
 wide the door of the room with the two sofas, into 
 which Vincent stalked, recklessly indifferent as to 
 the possible conclusions touching his relations with 
 Mrs. Hartmann which the half-sovereign might be 
 calculated to suggest. 
 
 Besides the two sofas one of which was occu- 
 pied by two women in earnest consultation over a 
 parcel of patterns the "droring-room" contained
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 307 
 
 a dozen chairs, evidently not planned with a view 
 to lengthened physical repose, and three tables, 
 upon which various magazines dating from not 
 further than a year back invited to agreeable lei- 
 sure. Upon one of the chairs Vincent sat down, 
 and waited grimly, for close upon an hour, making 
 no plans for the impending interview that was 
 best left to the spur of the moment, he considered 
 but chiefly conscious of how nearly he had missed 
 this precious chance; and, alas, prosaically re- 
 minded, by prosaic sensations, of the vulgar fact of 
 not having dined. Occasionally the door would 
 open to admit some person, usually of the gentler 
 sex, who, by virtue of a cotton-lace collar, or a rib- 
 bon-bow at the neck, evidently considered herself 
 to have "dressed" for dinner or else to let out 
 a similar specimen of womanhood. Except the 
 two women with the patterns, who were too deep 
 in agonies of indecision to have any attention to 
 spare, they one and all cast curious glances towards 
 the young man in the immaculate evening suit, sit- 
 ting solitary and rigid, like a soldier at his post; 
 but to him their existence was evident only as an 
 annoyance. Would the room be clear when Mrs. 
 Hartmann came? To have to say in a whisper 
 that which he had to say would not make matters 
 easier. During that hour the guests in the two-sofa 
 room shifted more than once, all except the choos- 
 ers of patterns, who played the part of a social 
 rockbed. Once or twice Vincent looked impatiently
 
 308 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 in their direction, for they appeared to be settled 
 for the night. 
 
 And, in fact, they were the only intruders re- 
 maining when at last the door opened to admit a 
 person of quite a different stamp from the wearers 
 of the cotton-lace collars: a tall, dark-haired 
 woman in a fur cloak and cap, holding a card in 
 her hand, and looking about her inquiringly and 
 seemingly in some agitation. At the first glance 
 Vincent knew who she was. Yes, of course Irma 
 would have a beautiful mother; yes, this was Irma's 
 bearing, Irma's beauty matured and somewhat 
 coarsened but not Irma's eyes, he told himself, 
 as, advancing to meet her, he saw the face close. 
 
 "You wish to speak to me?" she asked coldly, 
 but within her eyes an alarm which puzzled him. 
 
 Vincent bowed. 
 
 "I have an important communication to make to 
 you. If you will come to the end of the room " 
 
 He glanced towards the women on the sofa, still, 
 fortunately, engrossed. 
 
 "About my husband?" asked Mrs. Harding, 
 quickly. 
 
 "No; about your daughter." 
 
 "Oh!" 
 
 She took a rather deep breath, and the alarm 
 left her eyes. Until this moment she had suspected 
 a private detective, a very well-dressed one, to be 
 sure, but she believed that to belong to the exigen- 
 cies of the profession,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 309 
 
 Without any further objection she sailed across 
 the shabby carpet, towards the further end of the 
 room, and sat down upon the second of the sofas 
 with the air of a queen taking possession of a 
 throne. 
 
 "Well?" she said, turning to Vincent, while, in 
 her attitude of expectancy, bewilderment still clear- 
 ly had its part. 
 
 Drawing one of the unreposeful chairs close to 
 the sofa, Vincent sat down, and deliberately leaned 
 towards her, at an angle which allowed of a lower- 
 ing of the voice. 
 
 "Mrs. Hartmann," he said very plainly, though 
 nearly in a whisper, "I do not want to keep you 
 long, for I know you are on the eve of a journey. 
 Therefore I will go straight to the point'. I have 
 taken a liberty ; but I think you will forgive me for 
 it when you hear what I have to say. But first let 
 me ask: have you, perhaps, heard my name from 
 your daughter?" 
 
 Mrs. Harding glanced at the card in her hand 
 and shook her head. 
 
 "No, Irma has not spoken of you." 
 
 "Well, then" his heart sank a little at the dash- 
 ing of what had been a thought of hope "I must 
 just speak of myself, and of what I have done. I 
 have twice asked your daughter to marry me." 
 
 "To marry you?" 
 
 The wonder in her tone suddenly turned to in- 
 terest. Her great black eyes took rapid and closec
 
 310 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 stock of the man before her, and the practised 
 glance approved. 
 
 "Yes, and she has twice refused me." 
 "I see. And you want me to intercede for you? 
 But I am afraid I cannot boast of any influence 
 upon my daughter," said Mrs. Harding, with a 
 bitter contraction of the lips. 
 
 "No, it is not intercession I require; it is infor- 
 mation. If intercession could have done it I should 
 have gained the day, for I know that she loves 
 me." 
 
 Mrs. Harding's brilliantly white teeth were dis- 
 played in a smile that was a little pitying the 
 smile of one who knows. 
 
 "That is what men like to think when they are 
 refused. Are you sure your self-confidence is not 
 deceiving you? Excuse me, but you seem to have 
 a fair portion of it." 
 
 "I have it from her own lips that she loves me." 
 "She says that she loves you, and yet she refuses 
 to marry you? Does that sound credible?" 
 
 "Not in the least; nor explicable either. She 
 tells me that something stands between us some 
 impediment in the way that she will never be able 
 to marry. That is why I have insisted on speaking 
 to you. You are her mother. It is not likely that 
 you should be ignorant of the nature of this ob- 
 stacle. I cannot doubt that you will want to secure 
 her happiness ; and I think you may be able to tell 
 me how best to attack this impediment for I
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 311 
 
 mean to attack it. I hope you will help me to gain 
 her if you judge me worthy of her," he added, 
 with the usual afterthought, and once more lower- 
 ing his voice, which, unconsciously, had gone up by 
 a tone. 
 
 Mrs. Harding sat rigid, the rich red fading 
 slowly out of her face. 
 
 "Irma said that?" she asked, with lips that 
 moved stiffly. 
 
 "Yes. I thought at first that it was no more 
 than a strong reluctance to leave her father; but 
 she said to me plainly that even if her father were 
 dead the impossibility would remain." 
 
 To himself, watching Mrs. Harding's face and 
 the convulsive clutch of her fingers upon the table 
 edge, he said : "Whether she tells me or not, she 
 knows." And at this new evidence of the reality 
 of the hindrance his heart grew heavy. 
 
 "I am horribly indiscreet, I know," said Vincent, 
 in the forced whisper in which they were talking; 
 "but please to remember that the happiness of my 
 whole life and I believe of hers, too is in play." 
 
 Mrs. Harding spoke only after a pause. With 
 eyes fixed upon the opposite wall, she had appeared 
 to be inwardly debating. 
 
 "Perhaps you are indiscreet; but, then, you are 
 in love very much in love, apparently," and she 
 sent him a glance of close inquiry. "I don't mind 
 your indiscretion, since it allows me to be indiscreet, 
 too. I, too, have questions to ask before I answer
 
 312 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 yours. Whether Irma's feelings are concerned I 
 do not know ; her future certainly is ; and you must 
 remember that I know no more than your name. 
 How am I to be assured that you are in a position 
 to secure to Irma a life of comfort and of the the 
 regard which she ought to enjoy?" 
 
 The great black eyes became acutely expectant. 
 Doubtless the cut of his evening coat not to speak 
 of his manners was reassuring in the extreme, 
 and yet left the field of conjectures inconveniently 
 wide. 
 
 Vincent sat up in his chair and almost laughed. 
 Of course ! How stupid of him ! He ought to 
 have thought of that before. That he should not 
 have begun by reassuring the mother upon such 
 vital points was only another symptom of the rav- 
 aging effects of love upon his mental faculties. 
 
 He explained briefly, and perhaps a trifle haugh- 
 tily, while Mrs. Harding attentively listened, vis- 
 ibly impressed by the mere words "Diplomatic 
 Service," though to her, as well as to Irma, the 
 subject was a foreign one. 
 
 "I am daily expecting my nomination to a secre- 
 taryship at a foreign Embassy," he finished, as 
 modestly as he was able. 
 
 "Ah ! and those sort of secretaries become Am- 
 bassadors in time, don't they?" 
 
 "/ mean to become an Ambassador, at any rate." 
 
 "Ah !" she smiled approval on him. "But mean- 
 while you have something to live on, I suppose ?"
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 313 
 
 "Not as much as I should wish; but, besides my 
 pay, which will soon be eight hundred a year, I 
 have another eight hundred of my own." 
 
 Mrs. Harding fell again into a train of reflec- 
 tion, from which Vincent's urgent voice aroused 
 her. 
 
 "Your questions are answered, Mrs. Hartmann; 
 but you have not yet answered mine. You have not 
 told me whether you know what the obstacle is?" 
 
 "Yes, I know!" she said abruptly, and so loud 
 that the two women with the patterns, who, having 
 at last made up their undecided minds, were leav- 
 ing the room, looked round with a stare. 
 
 "And can you remove it?" 
 
 She rose impetuously, as though to escape his 
 persistent eyes. 
 
 "No I cannot remove it." 
 
 "It is real, then?" 
 
 "It is only too real. I can do nothing, I fear. 
 This I can tell you : / am not the obstacle 1" She 
 laughed harshly, her head thrown back, a glance 
 of proud self-justification thrown at the man in 
 whom she divined a possible accuser. (Is it not 
 the wife who is always suspected, before the hus- 
 band?) "Oh, Irma, my poor Irma! What a sac- 
 rifice of a life! And to think of the folly which 
 has caused it!" 
 
 She stood before him with eyes blazing, and 
 hands clenched by her side in the best tragedy- 
 queen fashion. Probably she had said more than
 
 314 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 she meant to, being clearly in a rage. Turning, 
 she took a few hasty steps in the room of which 
 they were now the sole occupants. Vincent, who 
 had risen when she did, gazed at her in a mixture 
 of admiration and of unreasoned repulsion. It 
 was when she met his look that the effort to recover 
 herself became evident. 
 
 "You will excuse the agitation of a mother who 
 sees a daughter's happiness hanging in the bal- 
 ance," she said, forcing a smile, though her bosom 
 still heaved. "I sympathise with you, believe me; 
 but I cannot help you. I don't know whether any- 
 thing can help you and Irma but I fear not."
 
 CHAPTER X 
 
 THE APPEAL 
 
 IT was a little before ten o'clock next morning 
 when Mrs. Harding and Gabrielle, in full travel- 
 ling attire, leaving the cab with the luggage at the 
 door, entered Number thirty-eight. Their train 
 left Victoria at eleven precisely, which allowed a 
 small margin for the final leave-taking. 
 
 Wrapped in an old dressing-gown, the convales- 
 cent cowered over the fire which Irma had carefully 
 mende i, previous to putting on her hat; the im- 
 provement in the patient making it possible for her 
 to see the travellers off, and thus partly replace the 
 maid whose services Mrs. Harding so sorely 
 missed. 
 
 When Gabrielle had been repeatedly folded in 
 her father's rather limp arms her pocket-hand- 
 kerchief being in full play the while her mother 
 took her by the shoulder, not over-gently. 
 
 "There that is enough, Gabrielle! You will 
 be wanting some last words with your sister, no 
 doubt. You had better go to her. There will be 
 no time for talking at the station.'* 
 
 3'5
 
 3 i6 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 It was Mrs. Harding who shut the door behind 
 Gabrielle, before returning to where her husband 
 sat, following her movements in some astonish- 
 ment; for during these last painful days which 
 both had judged too painful to prolong the avoid- 
 ance of tete-a-tetes had been her chief care. He 
 awaited her now, silent and passive, with inquiring 
 eyes. There were signs of a new and acuter anger 
 about her to which he had no clue. 
 
 When she was close he took her hand gloved 
 already and held it for a moment. 
 
 "Thank you, Isabella," he said slowly, in his 
 enfeebled voice, in which the agitation of approach- 
 ing separation was less evident than a great ex- 
 haustion both of body and soul. 
 
 "Thank you for coming. It must have been a 
 great sacrifice. Be sure that I appreciate it." 
 
 She pulled her hand away, her black brows knit- 
 ting. 
 
 Again he looked at her with his forlornly ques- 
 tioning eyes. 
 
 "Isabella, must we part in anger? I have ceased 
 hoping for your forgiveness, but is it too much to 
 ask for your toleration ? You seemed able to bear 
 the sight of me yesterday or was that only be- 
 cause I was on my back? and there is no new 
 cause that I know of " 
 
 "There 75 a new cause !" came over Mrs. Hard- 
 ing's OjUivering lips in a burst of exasperation,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 317 
 
 under which her heart had been swelling for hours. 
 "Oh, you don't know what I learnt yesterday 1" 
 
 Under the vehemence of her tone he sank back 
 in his chair, wide-eyed and cowering a little, as a 
 man on whom many blows had fallen cowers be- 
 fore the fresh one which he divines coming, with- 
 out knowing from which side it threatens. 
 
 "I cannot be long about it; there is no time. I 
 had a visit from Mr. Denholm. I suppose you 
 know who Mr. Denholm is?" 
 
 "Denholm? Yes. That is the man that took 
 Hungarian lessons from Irma." 
 
 "And also the man that wants to marry her. 
 Do you happen to know that?" 
 
 "To marry her? Are you sure? I had no idea. 
 It was Mr. Potts who wanted " 
 
 "Another? I daresay; and another impossibil- 
 ity, of course. The long and the short is that Mr. 
 Denholm has twice proposed to Irma, and that she 
 has twice refused him, while admitting that she 
 loves him, but telling him that something stands 
 between them that she can never marry. He 
 came to ask me whether I could throw any light 
 on the matter. I declined, of course; how could 
 I do otherwise? But don't you see what this 
 means? As long as Irma is tied to your fate, what 
 can be her chances of happiness? I don't know 
 that, even separated from you, she can hope for 
 much now in the way of a marriage, since the name 
 remains ; but by your side she cannot be other than
 
 3i8 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 a social outcast. That is what I foresaw in Vienna 
 when I wanted to keep her back when I called 
 upon you to go away alone to disappear out of 
 her life. And the world is so big nowadays, there 
 are so many new countries to vanish into. It may 
 not be too late yet; I do not know. I'm afraid 
 matters are pretty hopeless, especially taking his 
 position. I don't know much about diplomats, but 
 I fancy they have to choose their connexions care- 
 fully. Still, there is no saying if you were gone 
 there might be found a way." 
 
 The haste with which perforce she spoke made 
 the words more precipitate and the exposure 
 plainer and consequently more brutal than had lain 
 in her intention. Now she paused sharply for an 
 answer; but Harding sat still, his powers of speech 
 and even of motion momentarily checked by aston- 
 ishment; for the disclosure had about it the com- 
 pleteness of a revelation. Perhaps because the plump 
 figure of Mr. Potts had blocked the way to other 
 suspicions he had never even glanced at this possi- 
 bility. Now he was remembering various things 
 that return in the fog those questions about diplo- 
 mats yes, the circumstantial evidence tallied. 
 Probably the thing was true. 
 
 "Edward say something!" urged Isabella. 
 And then, meeting that empty gaze, checked her 
 own words under an inner movement which pos- 
 sibly was akin to remorse, or rather to that awe 
 with which tyrants are sometimes seized at a close
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 319 
 
 sight of their victims. Sunk there in the chair, 
 with his white face almost of the same tint as his 
 white, disordered beard, with the deep, deep lines 
 about the desolate eyes and the attenuated nose, he 
 looked so defenceless and so broken that the ab- 
 surd superfluity of striking a creature so stricken 
 already came over her, with the nearest approach 
 to shame of which she was capable. She had 
 loathed the thought of him for close upon a year 
 now ; and since last night she had been hating him 
 afresh as the obstacle to Irma's happiness or, at 
 any rate, to her future; and yet, convinced though 
 she was of the Tightness of her cause, some vague 
 need of self-justification stirred unexpectedly. 
 
 "You had to know. How could I be silent when 
 Irma is concerned?" she said, in a tone from which 
 some of the harshness was gone and sincerely, 
 too; for in this woman in whom the wife had been 
 dead for so long the mother undeniably lived 
 chiefly for Irma, the inheritor of her own beauty, 
 the embodiment of a possibly brighter future. 
 
 "And even for yourself it would be better to go 
 to America, I suppose. It would be less painful 
 for you than your present position. You would 
 need to regain your strength, of course, first," she 
 added, with an effort at magnanimity. "But per- 
 haps in spring when the cold is past I could give 
 you the passage-money, if that is the difficulty, 
 shall be able to manage that. Don't you see that
 
 320 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 it would be better for you, Edward? And safer, 
 too." 
 
 The cloak of decency thrown over naked facts 
 had been snatched at almost unconsciously. 
 
 "Don't you understand me, Edward?" 
 
 "Yes, I understand you," he said, with suddenly 
 recovered quiet, and with a look which, her robust 
 nerves notwithstanding, Isabella could not forget 
 till the end of her life. 
 
 "Mamma, it is high time!" said Irma, opening 
 the door. "You will only just catch the train, as it 
 is. Papa, are you sure you have everything you 
 want? I shall be back in two hours, at latest, and 
 Pattie will answer the bell any minute." 
 
 A few minutes later Irma sat beside her mother 
 in the cab, a heightened colour still burning in her 
 cheeks, and stealing an occasional inquiring side- 
 glance at Mrs. Harding. Those few minutes with 
 Gabrielle had likewise for her held a revelation. 
 She had learnt from her sister the fact of last 
 night's visit, and even the name of the visitor, since 
 Gabrielle had found the card on the dressing-table 
 and been inquisitive enough faithfully to preserve 
 the inscription in her memory. At the motive of 
 the visit she could partly guess, but not at its re- 
 sult. He had announced his intention of investi- 
 gating what she called the "impossibility" and 
 what he called the "obstacle." How much had he 
 discovered? A question to her mother might have
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 321 
 
 settled the point, but against the idea of putting it 
 her pride revolted. 
 
 *#***** 
 
 Huddled together in the arm-chair, and not 
 having yet stirred out of the attitude in which his 
 wife had left him, Edward Harding sat and la- 
 boriously reflected. The disclosure just heard had 
 been bad, but the fashion of the disclosure had 
 been worse. Now that the first astonishment at 
 the news was past he was not thinking so much 
 of the impediment to Irma's marriage, he was 
 thinking of the appeal made to him, and which the 
 fact of this impediment had provoked. 
 
 Upon the feverish excitement which had pre- 
 ceded the arrival of Isabella had followed a space 
 of the blackest disappointment which had yet come 
 to this life so full of disappointments. He had 
 had the vision of his goddess, craved for, but he 
 knew that it would be the last in his life. He him- 
 self could not even wish for a repetition of it. 
 These last days had been too cruel. Already in 
 the supreme moment of meeting something had 
 jarred within him. The surprise at his recovery 
 had to his super-sensibility smacked too much of 
 disappointment. Out of the stereotyped and con- 
 ventional congratulations upon the fortunate turn 
 of his illness he had heard the unspoken and prob- 
 ably unacknowledged reproach for having recov- 
 ered. And this time he read the symptoms as he 
 had never read them before. From the vantage-
 
 322 POME AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 ground of the edge of the grave on which he had 
 so recently stood he had gained an insight, never 
 his before death being in truth the only true val- 
 uer of life. The shadow of the tomb, barely with- 
 drawn, had strangely widened his vision. At last 
 he was beginning to judge his idol. Until now a 
 wavering belief in her generosity had still per- 
 sisted. Even the atrocious scene in his study at 
 Vienna might, by stretching many points, be 
 ascribed to the impulses of the moment to over- 
 strained nerves. There had been many months to 
 ease the strain, to lessen the bitterness. Finding 
 him on his sick-bed might awaken mercy. It was 
 now only that hope had definitely died; now only 
 that he knew himself spurned for ever. How much 
 simpler, to be sure, if he had not recovered; sim- 
 pler for himself and for others! For Irma, for 
 instance, whose happiness might possibly have been 
 thereby assured, but, above all, for Isabella, in 
 whose side he would always be a thorn, who was 
 so beautiful still, and, delivered of him, would 
 doubtless find another and worthier husband. A 
 sharp sting of jealousy touched him at the thought, 
 of such jealousy as is felt at twenty, and rising tri- 
 umphant above bodily weakness ; for the idol, even 
 with its feet of clay revealed, still dazzled him 
 with the beauty of its face. He could partially 
 judge her, but he would never be able to resist her. 
 It was his intellect which had freed itself, but 
 neither his heart nor his senses. To her advantage
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 323 
 
 he was ready to sacrifice himself, and by the sacri- 
 fice might, perhaps, wipe out the moral debt in- 
 curred. And Irma, too, poor Irma, she would be 
 paid, at least, in part. For her, too, that which 
 he thought of would be a deliverance, though she 
 might not recognize it as such. Irma was different 
 from Isabella a true and tender woman. Was 
 Isabella a woman at all? and not rather a beautiful 
 monster ! Ah, but how beautiful a monster 1 
 
 He closed his eyes the better to conjure up the 
 vision of the face which had been his undoing. 
 Even in this vital moment the "good girl" re- 
 mained a bad second in his thoughts. Strict justice 
 she should have from him, strict and full justice, 
 but it was not her image around which his thoughts 
 twined. 
 
 Yes, he would disappear, it was the only thing 
 to do, but not to America. From America a return 
 was conceivable, and for him there must be no re- 
 turn, since his place in the world was gone, and his 
 occupation. What should the worshipper do be- 
 fore an empty shrine ? The idol was broken, may 
 be; it had shown itself to be a dead thing; but that 
 simply meant that he could not go on living. 
 
 Ah, if he had that revolver which Irma had 
 taken from him once ! What could have become 
 of it? He had never seen it since. He suspected 
 Irma of having dropped it overboard during the 
 crossing from Hamburg. A revolver did the thing 
 so quickly. But what chances had an invalid,
 
 324 POME AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 watched over so assiduously, of procuring himself 
 another? There were other ways, of course. His 
 eyes went vaguely round the room in a search 
 which felt itself hopeless, and presently fastened 
 themselves on the array of medicine bottles on the 
 table. The morphia ! To be sure 1 The sleeping 
 draught prescribed by Dr. Hockins ! How had he 
 not thought of that at once ? Why, that would do 
 even better than the revolver, would make no mess, 
 and quite a painless process, he believed. This 
 way, too, nobody need ever know that it was not 
 an accident. Ah, but supposing Irma had locked 
 it away. 
 
 Laboriously he rose to his feet and tottered over 
 to the table, where a fit of coughing forced him to 
 pause and to hold on to its edge until quiet re- 
 turned. Then, his eyes still full of a blinding mois- 
 ture, he groped about with his trembling fingers 
 among the bottles. Ah, here it was, mercifully. 
 Irma's suspicions must have gone to sleep, else it 
 would not be here. Carefully and jealously he put 
 the bottle aside and sat down to think. 
 
 "Let me see, which will be the best way?" 
 With his elbows on the table and his chin upon 
 his clasped hands, whose wrists, painfully emaci- 
 ated, protruded from the sleeves of the faded 
 dressing-gown, he began to make his plan, his 
 brain already working at high pressure. In a mo- 
 ment his eyes, so empty a minute ago, had taken
 
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 on that sharp, almost cunning, look of the criminal 
 who meditates his crime. 
 
 It would have to be done before Irma's return, 
 of course ; else she might take away the bottle, as 
 she had taken away the revolver. She might be 
 back before twelve, and it was getting on to eleven 
 now. And then there was another thing: Dr. 
 Hockins, who might be expected to look in even 
 earlier than that. His furrowed brow knit in in- 
 tense reflection. 
 
 Presently he stirred with the decision of a man 
 who has found what he was looking for, and, 
 reaching for the blotting-book, dipped a pen in ink 
 and began to write: two notes, of which one was 
 addressed to Vincent Denholm at the Foreign 
 Office, the other to Dr. Hockins; this latter but a 
 few scrawled lines : 
 
 "By your charity, and as you hope for mercy 
 yourself, deal mercy unto me, and let me die in 
 peace. It was the greatest mistake you made in 
 your life when you got me over that attack. I am 
 trying to remedy that mistake now. To my daugh- 
 ter and to others it remains, of course, an over- 
 dose, taken by mistake.'* 
 
 Owing to the debility of his fingers it took him 
 rather long to write the two notes. Having closed 
 both, and holding the one addressed to Denholm, 
 he tottered back again to the fireplace.
 
 326 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 The promptitude with which Pattie answered 
 the bell spoke of the stringency of Irma's com- 
 mands. 
 
 "You will take this to the pillar-post at once, 
 please," he said, with unwonted imperiousness. 
 "And when Miss Hartmann comes in you will tell 
 her that I am lying down. I have had a bad fit of 
 coughing and have taken my sleeping-draught. She 
 knows that I slept little last night. I would rather 
 not be disturbed. You understand?" 
 
 "Yes, sir. A fit of corfin'? You'll be wantin' 
 your lime-blossom tea, I'm thinkin'. Shall I fetch 
 up a cup? I won't put no medal in it I promise 
 you faithful, Miss 'Artmann 'as forbidden me that; 
 but if you would let me " 
 
 "No, I want nothing. Only take the letter at 
 once, do you hear ? At once !" 
 
 The thought of bribing her to silence crossed his 
 mind, but was rejected as superfluous and possibly 
 dangerous. 
 
 Pattie gone, he first placed the note for Dr. 
 Hockins beside his bed ready against a possible 
 intrusion, despite the word passed to Pattie; then 
 took up the selected bottle and eagerly scanned the 
 superscription: "Ten drops in water at night." 
 
 "I suppose a tablespoonful will be enough ? Is 
 there a spoon? Yes." 
 
 He considered the advisability of locking the 
 door; but here also decided in the negative. A 
 locked door would awake suspicions, and might
 
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 cause him to be disturbed too soon. A look at 
 his watch told him that it was close upon eleven, 
 and by twelve Irma might be back. Clearly there 
 was no time to lose though he had no idea of 
 how fast the drug might work. 
 
 The taste was horribly bitter, taken thus without 
 water, as he did in his haste; besides, might not 
 water weaken the effect? With a little grimace 
 of repulsion he wiped his mouth and his white 
 beard, on to which a drop had fallen. Perhaps it 
 would be wiser to wash the spoon ? The use of a 
 spoon might contradict the theory of the overdose. 
 Going to the washing-table, he rinsed it out care- 
 fully, and further went through the precaution of 
 placing a tumbler with the remains of the diluted 
 dose usually taken at night beside the bed. 
 
 Then he returned to his chair, scarcely aware of 
 any fatigue after these unwonted exertions ; for the 
 nervous tension easily supplemented physical 
 strength. And now he began to wait somewhat 
 disappointed at the absence of an immediate effect, 
 and scarcely convinced of having taken any vital 
 Step. But for the bitter taste still in his mouth he 
 might have doubted the reality of his own action. 
 
 Presently Pattie was heard returning. But her 
 steps, instead of making straight for back regions, 
 paused before the door. There was a knock. 
 
 "What is it?" asked Harding, in a tone of sharp 
 annoyance. 
 
 It was a wire, which Pattie had met in the street.
 
 328 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 He opened it with a certain indifference; what had 
 he to do with wires any longer? but as he read 
 his eyes brightened. The message was from Irma, 
 and told him that, the eleven o'clock train having 
 been missed, the travellers would take the next 
 Continental express, at one-thirty. Therefore she 
 could not be home till after two. 
 
 "It is well. Don't come in again. I shall be 
 lying down immediately." 
 
 "Yessir. And I thought you'd like to know that 
 the letter just caught the eleven o'clock clearin'. 
 They was just fillin' the sacks as I came up." 
 
 "All right, all right ! Now go !" 
 
 He remained with a pleased smile on his face. 
 More than three hours before Irma could be 
 looked for I Surely the stars were fighting for 
 him! 
 
 But were they fighting for him? Why did he 
 feel nothing yet? Would a second spoonful be 
 necessary? At the thought he repeated the recent 
 grimace. That taste was so horribly bitter. He 
 would wait a little longer. And the fire was so 
 pleasant. How agreeable this glow running over 
 his skin! 
 
 He rubbed his hands softly, a new feeling of 
 buoyancy mounting within him. Not for many, 
 many years, certainly not since his hair had begun 
 to bleach, had he felt so curiously light-hearted as 
 he was feeling just now. How well he had man- 
 aged this ! How simple it was, after all ! Would
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 329 
 
 Isabella shed one tear? After all, she had loved 
 him once. That day, when she kissed him for the 
 first time, her lips had glowed like coals. He could 
 feel the glow now all over him. And nothing 
 became her like white though she never wore it 
 now. It made her almost too dazzling. There 
 leaning upon the velvet-covered edge of the box, 
 with the electric light upon her black hair, and all 
 the vast opera-house no more than a frame to her 
 beauty. Had any woman ever reigned as she 
 reigned? But was she not leaning too far? Would 
 she not fall ? Were those the tiers of boxes begin- 
 ning to revolve ? 
 
 He carried his heavy hand to his head as though 
 to stay the growing dizziness yet even the slight 
 act was a struggle. Oh, how good it would be to 
 stretch oneself out, with a pillow beneath the head I 
 And there was a bed somewhere, but so far off! 
 His suddenly weary limbs, aching now like the 
 limbs of a beaten man, yearned towards it, and yet 
 could not decide themselves to move. 
 
 "But I cannot die here I should fall into the 
 fire!" shot through his mind in the lightning track 
 of expiring thought amidst the closing darkness. 
 
 With a final effort of will he dragged himself 
 out of his chair, and, groping half-blindly forward, 
 fell upon the bed with a deep and trembling sigh. 
 And almost immediately the room slipped from 
 his consciousness and with it the world.
 
 CHAPTER XI 
 
 THE PROMISE 
 
 "ONE O'CLOCK," noted Vincent, as he descended 
 the staircase of the Foreign Office. "Shall I take 
 the news straight to Eaton Place? It ought to 
 come in well as a luncheon dish. Berlin, of all 
 places in the world ! Best comment on the opinion 
 entertained up there of your humble servant. Not 
 likely they would put an idiot to Berlin just now." 
 
 The thought was triumphant, but the eyes were 
 not quite so triumphant as they would have been 
 some months ago under this same contingency, for 
 at that time the "good" appointment had appeared 
 to be the one thing wanting to his happiness, while 
 now another thing was wanting. Neither could 
 he, after last night's interview, feel that he was 
 any nearer gaining it. Irma's mother, though more 
 animated, had scarcely been less sphinx-like than 
 Vindobona herself; and the one positive impression 
 to be gained from her demeanour was that the 
 obstacle did not exist in Irma's imagination alone. 
 
 Before he got to the foot of the staircase he had 
 decided that the news of his appointment would 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 331 
 
 keep till evening. Somehow the prospect of Lady 
 Aurelia's toothless smile of delight was not con- 
 genial just then. 
 
 Before a table white with letters he stopped ab- 
 stractedly, from force of habit. There was a post 
 just in, and the harvest still untouched. 
 
 "Vincent Denholm, Esq. Vincent Denholm, 
 Esq." 
 
 His practised eyes went to the right spot at once. 
 Quite a little mail ; but nothing that promised inter- 
 est. All tiresomely familiar handwritings all ex- 
 cept a cheap-looking envelope with a shaky super- 
 scription which held no place in his memory. Stand- 
 ing before the table, with his unlighted cigar be- 
 tween his teeth, he carelessly opened the missive 
 which he strongly suspected of being a begging let- 
 ter and read as follows : 
 
 "Dear Sir: 
 
 "I have just learned that you love my daughter, 
 and that she returns your affection, but refuses to 
 marry you because of an impediment in the way; I 
 feel it my duty to let you know that /.am the im- 
 pediment. The matter is very simple. My name 
 is not Hartmann, but Harding, and I am not Aus- 
 trian, but English. I am that Edward Harding, 
 the quondam director of the Austrian branch of 
 the Anglo-Saxon Bank, whose name you may have 
 seen in the papers about two months ago as that 
 of a defrauder, signalled to the international police.
 
 332 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 The papers did me no wrong: I am a defrauder. 
 If there be a God, he knows that when I touched 
 the deposits in my hands I did so with the full con- 
 fidence of being able to replace them ; but I cannot 
 expect men to believe me. Yet I do not want you 
 to think me quite base. I had no intention of sur- 
 viving my disgrace. If I have done so it is Irma's 
 fault. It was she who took the revolver from my 
 hand, who bore me away from the spot of exposure 
 and who, by living for me ever since, has morally 
 forced me to live. Her mother did what she could 
 to show her the folly of her resolution, but nothing 
 could stop the sacrifice. By her mother's side she 
 could have lived at ease and unmolested, yet she 
 chose to be the companion of the guilty wretch I 
 am. 
 
 "But it has been a useless sacrifice; a mere post- 
 ponement of the only possible end. I cannot live 
 knowing myself a dead-weight on my family. I 
 am the impediment everywhere. But the impedi- 
 ment will have been removed so I hope by the 
 time this reaches you. I don't know whether my 
 death is really helping your cause, since in your 
 career names have to be spotless; but I imagine 
 that a dead criminal will be less in your way than 
 a living one. 
 
 "Besides, it is far easier to die than to live. If 
 it were not for the thought of the wretches whom 
 I have injured, perhaps ruined, I could almost die 
 content. Had I a son he might have worked and
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 333 
 
 cleared my name from reproach ; but a son has been 
 denied me perhaps mercifully, for who knows 
 whether he, too, might not have turned against me? 
 It is not certain that he would have had Irma's 
 golden heart. I leave the matter in your hands. 
 You will know whether or not her happiness is a 
 thing to be attained. If she questions you, you 
 must remember that it was a mere mistake about 
 the medicine. EDWARD HARDING." 
 
 With his cigar still between his teeth, Vincent 
 read down to the last word of the supposed beg- 
 ging letter. For a brief space his horrified eyes 
 remained fastened to the quavering line in which 
 the signature died out, while the fact revealed upon 
 the cheap sheet of letter-paper took gradual posses- 
 sion of his incredulous mind. After that pause -of 
 astonishment, which seemed to himself quite a long 
 interval, though comprising in reality but a few 
 seconds, his numbed mind felt itself suddenly 
 whirled off in a very witches' dance of fast and 
 furious thought. Amazement, compassion, ad- 
 miration, horror, all circled wildly about him but 
 chiefly horror. This letter, even at the highest 
 computation, could not have been written more 
 recently than two hours ago. And within those 
 two hours what? 
 
 Making precipitately for the door, he signalled 
 to a passing hansom. Out of the chaos of sensa-
 
 334 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 tions one urgent need stood out intelligibly that 
 of staying the hand of the suicide. 
 
 "Drive like the devil 1" he called to the man, 
 having given the address; and, scarcely seated, sat 
 well forward, with the fare in his hand, as though 
 to lose no second at the other end. 
 
 But, though "Cabby" came up nobly to the ap- 
 peal, the distance between Downing Street and Fil- 
 bert Gardens is not to be traversed in mere seconds. 
 During that headlong drive, more than once in 
 danger of being interrupted by a grieved-looking 
 policeman, Vincent's wild thoughts, despite him- 
 self, and almost unknown to himself, began auto- 
 matically to range. To arrive in time was the one 
 conception occupying the surface of his mind; but 
 below this surface many other things moved and 
 dawned; and in the background of his conscious- 
 ness, piece by piece, something like a vision of the 
 future emerged, tentatively as yet, and almost tim- 
 idly, yet with a curious persistence. Even while 
 muttering to himself, "Will I be in time?" and 
 with his thoughts bent feverishly on Filbert Gar- 
 dens, he caught glimpses of things which seemed 
 to have nothing to do with the present emergency 
 of Bob Kendall's weather-beaten face, among 
 other things and of horizons which certainly 
 were not those of that desolate street. 
 
 He had all but torn down the bell before Pattie, 
 with streaming locks, and eyes swollen to a size
 
 POMP AND CIRCUiMSTANCE 335 
 
 which usually signified some more than normal dis- 
 aster to Mrs. Martin's crockery, opened the door. 
 
 "Mr. Harding no, I mean Hartmann?" asked 
 Vincent, feeling every heart-beat as a separate stab. 
 
 Pattie, who was clasping a hot-water bottle to 
 her breast, set up a subdued howl. 
 
 "Oh, pore gentleman! pore gentleman! You 
 can't see him, sir he's that ill ! Taken too much 
 of his medicine, the docthor says. And Miss 'Art- 
 mann not come in yet ! It do be awful I" 
 
 She was rocking her body from side to side, and 
 with it the bottle, as though it had been* a sick 
 baby. 
 
 "Hurry up with that hot water !" came sharply 
 from an open door close by; and Vincent; pushing 
 past the girl, made his way into the sick-room, 
 where Dr. Hockins, in shirt sleeves, was bending 
 over a passive figure on the bed. 
 
 "Is he alive?" asked Vincent, breathing as hard 
 as though it was he who had done the running 
 instead of the cab-horse. 
 
 The doctor glanced keenly at his disturbed face. 
 i "You know?" 
 
 "I know. But of course it must be prevented. 
 Can I be of any use?" 
 
 "Yes, you can by taking hold of that other arm 
 and imitating my movements exactly. Artificial 
 breathing," he briefly explained. "Natural breath 
 far too superficial shove that bottle against the 
 feet" this to Pattie "and tell Mrs. Martin to
 
 336 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 get some black coffee ready as strong as she can 
 brew it." 
 
 At the clammy touch of the limp hand Vincent 
 could not forbear a shudder. With his dressing- 
 gown half stripped from him, Harding lay outside 
 the blankets, his head tilted back upon the pillow, 
 his sunken features of a bluish pallor with a nar- 
 row line of yellow-white visible between the half- 
 closed lids, and a barely perceptible rising and fall- 
 ing of the bare chest, veiled by the unkempt white 
 beard. 
 
 For several minutes the doctor and his impro- 
 vised assistant manipulated in silence. Then first 
 one, then the other, in close imitation, paused. 
 
 "What was it?" Vincent ventured to ask in a 
 whisper. 
 
 "Morphia. No need to lower your voice; the 
 louder you speak the better." 
 
 "Is there any hope?" 
 
 "Only in so far as where there is life there al- 
 ways is hope. I've taken the usual steps whether 
 in time or not I don't know. The state of the heart 
 complicates matters extremely." 
 
 "Will he not return to consciousness at all? I 
 have something to say to him; something I must 
 say to him." 
 
 "If consciousness returns he is probably saved. 
 All depends on breaking the coma." He glanced 
 at his watch. "Time for another camphor injec- 
 tion."
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 337 
 
 A few seconds after the injection had been given, 
 Dr. Hockins, whose finger was upon the patient's 
 pulse, looked significantly at Vincent; and Vincent, 
 though aware of no change, gazed with breathless 
 expectation at the livid face upon the pillow. With 
 a breath that was almost a groan the bloodless lips 
 parted. Another moment, and the waxen eyelids 
 trembled and slightly lifted, only to drop again 
 heavily. 
 
 "Now! Now! Pull him up rub his arms! 
 Leave him no peace !" commanded the little doctor, 
 with suddenly set teeth. And together they 
 dragged the unresponsive body into a sitting 
 posture. 
 
 "If you have anything to say to him say it now. 
 It may rouse him." 
 
 "Mr. Harding! Mr. Harding!" almost 
 shouted Vincent into the dying man's ear. "Can 
 you hear me?" 
 
 There was another quiver of the eyelids, and 
 again they went up, gradually disclosing the pale, 
 china-blue iris within which the shrunken pupils 
 showed like the heads of two black pins. Fixedly, 
 yet without expression, they fastened themselves 
 upon the face bending so close. 
 
 "I am Denholm Vincent Denholm you re- 
 member me? I got your letter the letter you 
 wrote this morning. You understand?" 
 
 He paused, looking eagerly for signs of compre- 
 hension. At the word "letter" he had thought to
 
 338 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 see something like a light passing through the eyes. 
 They became more fixed, but also more attentive. 
 It was evident that memory was at work. 
 
 "You remember what you told me in your 
 letter?" 
 
 There was a faint movement of the head, enough 
 to assure Vincent that the stupor had been pierced. 
 
 "You must not die, Mr. Harding; there is no 
 use in your dying, and no sense. I have come to 
 tell you that I shall marry your daughter the very 
 moment she will have me." 
 
 He paused again not because he had remem- 
 bered Dr. Hockins's presence, which, indeed, never 
 for a moment struck him as an impediment to free 
 speech but because the pale lips were moving. 
 
 "Your career?" came at last in tones which he 
 could only catch by bending his ear to them. 
 
 "My career will consist in securing her happi- 
 ness; I have no other to pursue, since I mean to re- 
 nounce Diplomacy. By to-night my resignation 
 will have been handed in." 
 
 He spoke the words without haste, with an al- 
 most superfluous distinctness, calculated to reach 
 the sick man's mind, and partly also his own. For 
 until this moment he had taken no clear account 
 of the ultimate form adopted by those wild 
 thoughts whirling within him during the recent 
 drive. He had not yet known the definition of 
 the cosmos which had come out of that chaos. For 
 the process had been a subconscious one, playing
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 339 
 
 itself out in the depths while the more evident of 
 his reasoning powers were busy with the necessity 
 of getting to Filbert Gardens before the irretriev- 
 able had happened. Now only he knew that, from 
 the first, his resolution had really been fixed. Of 
 course, he could not be both Irma Harding's hus- 
 band and the representative of his country that 
 much he had grasped from the first. He would 
 never expose either her or himself to the possible 
 insults which in high places the name of Harding 
 might entail. One of the two desires of his soul 
 must fall; nor had he hesitated before the issue. 
 That rush of admiration for nobility of soul which 
 only noble souls can feel had joined hands with 
 love to tear down in one moment the wishes of 
 years. And in the admiration a little shame mixed. 
 Beside her uncalculating sacrifice how small his 
 merely personal ambitions looked! Against the 
 thought of being beaten in generosity by a mere 
 girl his manhood revolted. Did he love her less 
 than she loved her father? 
 
 The light-blue eyes with the tiny pin-heads in 
 the centre had been torn open now to their full 
 width. 
 
 "It is not you who are the obstacle to our happi- 
 ness, Mr. Harding, it is I or rather that stupid 
 career of mine. Therefore it must go. My life 
 will be full enough with her and with some- 
 thing else. For listen: you say you have no son 
 to clear your name well, I propose to be that son,
 
 340 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 and to do what he might have done. I have some 
 capital of my own, quite enough to start me. I 
 shall go somewhere where work still pays to 
 South Africa, probably I have a friend there; I 
 shall work, and Irma will work with me, I know, 
 until the last farthing is paid of the debt you in- 
 curred, until not a person remains who can utter 
 your name with reproach. Will that satisfy you?" 
 
 He smiled with the question, pleased and sur- 
 prised at the precision with which even the details 
 of the plan had already worked themselves out in 
 his mind. 
 
 A vibration passed over Hoarding's features. The 
 blue-nailed hand groped towards Vincent's; the 
 eyes, with suddenly dilated pupils, in which the 
 pin-heads had spread to exaggerated patches a 
 sight at which Dr. Hockins frowned unseen were 
 fixed upon the speaker's face. 
 
 "You will do this?" 
 
 "So help me God, I will! Your honour shall 
 be made as bright again as your son himself could 
 make it." 
 
 "Then there is a God, after all." 
 
 The words died into a sigh a long, quivering 
 and supremely contented sigh. The pale blue eyes 
 disappeared once more behind the withered lids, 
 rolling heavily downward, like the curtain at the 
 end of an act. 
 
 "Go on talking!" said Dr. Hockins, whose at- 
 tention had for several minutes been as completely
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 341 
 
 absorbed by the patient's pulse as though the most 
 ordinary discussion in the world were proceeding 
 alongside. 
 
 "Mr. Harding! Have you not understood? 
 Rouse yourself, in God's name I There is no need 
 to die now!" 
 
 A strange smile something like a smile of com- 
 prehension twitched the thin lips. 
 
 "There is no need to live" Vincent just made 
 out the words, and then, bending lower, caught the 
 groaning whisper of a name; but the name was not 
 Irma's. 
 
 "A return of the coma," grumbled Dr. Hockins. 
 "Here, lend a hand again!" 
 
 A minute later he stopped his movements and 
 pounced upon the pulse. 
 
 "The corfey, if you please," quavered Pattie, at 
 the door. 
 
 "We do not need the coffee now," said Dr. 
 Hockins, as quietly he laid back the inert form 
 upon the pillow.
 
 CHAPTER XII 
 "IGEN" 
 
 A HOWLING winter wind rattled the windows 
 in their sockets; but Irma heard nothing of it. 
 
 Alone in the little box-like drawing-room, with 
 the toy-terrier nestling upon her knee for De 
 Wet, mortified vanity notwithstanding, had found 
 it wiser to make the best of the situation, much as 
 his namesake had on another occasion done before 
 him she sat and pondered. Her thoughts were 
 still in the bleak, leafless cemetery where yesterday 
 an unhappy man had been laid to rest her eyelids 
 still smarting from the tears that again and ever 
 again welled up from her desolate heart. Just at 
 first they had refused to flow. The shock of the 
 sight awaiting her on her return from Victoria 
 station had been too violent for immediate tears. 
 With professional plausibility the story of the over- 
 dose had been told by the little doctor and osten- 
 tatiously accepted by Irma in how far believed 
 in the doctor himself preferred not to inquire. 
 Something, too, had pierced to her understanding 
 about another visitor, departed shortly before her 
 
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 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 343 
 
 return, and she had even guessed at his name, but 
 without attention over for puzzling out the pos- 
 sible connexion between apparently independent 
 facts. It was another point which absorbed her 
 thoughts. 
 
 "Pattie, tell me is it my fault?" she sobbed, 
 when at last the tears would come. "You see, if 
 I had locked up the medicine he could not have- 
 taken the overdose. How can I ever feel happy 
 again?" 
 
 The two girls were upon their knees beside 
 Irma's bed, above which hung the little silver cruci- 
 fix, and Pattie's work-worn arms were around 
 Irma's swaying figure. To drag her off to the 
 crucifix and almost to force her down upon her 
 knees was the only thing which had occurred to 
 poor, distracted Pattie; for Pattie, you see, was 
 wofully unlearned. She had no store of rational- 
 istic arguments wherewith to grapple with a grief 
 so wild and so fresh; she could do no more than 
 stretch out clasped hands towards the figure of a 
 bleeding God, whose very wounds seemed to speak 
 of compassion with bleeding hearts. 
 
 It was here, too, that the delivering tears had 
 come, mixed up at first with a half-hysterical in- 
 clination to laugh ; for Pattie's version of the Our 
 Father, into which she had plunged headlong, 
 appealed to other senses besides the sublime. 
 
 "Hour Father, who hart in 'eaven," scarcely 
 sounded familiar at the first hearing; but at the
 
 344 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 second already Irma had begun to cry, partly for 
 company's sake, for Pattie was gulping hard be- 
 tween each word. 
 
 "You've got to feel 'appy again!" said Pattie, 
 almost fiercely. "You're one o' those that's 
 planned out for 'appiness that beautiful as you 
 are ! The thing ain't, rightly speakin', no business 
 of yours. If the pore gentleman was to take an 
 overdose, then he'd take an overdose, whether or 
 no the medicine were locked away," she explained, 
 with a magnificent disregard of logic. "When the 
 hour's struck nothin' can stop a thing. It's what 
 I'm allays savin' to Mrs. Martin about them cups 
 and saucers. 'I do believe you do it on porpoise/ 
 she says to me, when one o' the things jumps out 
 o' my hands. And I answers her: 'I never do 
 nothin' on porpoise, Mrs. Martin; it's just that 
 their hour's bin and struck.' And I do believe it's 
 the same with people as with cups." 
 
 "And yet you cry over the cups and saucers, 
 Pattie you know you do," argued Irma, to whom 
 Pattie as a fatalist was new. 
 
 "That's only becos' it's more 'andy to give ad- 
 vice than to foller it," admitted Pattie, with a sigh. 
 "But my hintellergence be against it, all the time. 
 If I'd done it on porpoise, then my conscience 
 would be stingin' me to bits, of corse. But you 
 can't do more than your best, can ye? And why 
 should I cry becos' plates are slippery? Oh, you
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 345 
 
 mustn't go by me, miss ; I'm not one o' the clever 
 ones." 
 
 And, incredible though it appeared to Irma her- 
 self, the robustness of this elementary philosophy 
 had helped to dissipate the morbid doubt. If the 
 hour had really struck, then to take away the bottle 
 would have altered the end as little as had done 
 the removal of the revolver if the end had been 
 what she fearfully divined. Could he have gone 
 on living after the final disappointment, so patent 
 to her watchful eyes the two painful days just 
 passed? You can't do more than your best that 
 was true, though Pattie had said it. Slowly and 
 heavily the orphan's head began to bow under the 
 
 decree of fate. 
 
 ******* 
 
 And now she sat in Miss Bennett's drawing- 
 room, alone with De Wet, trying to think out the 
 future. Since the evening of the terrible day in 
 which Minna unexpectedly announced had, al- 
 most by main force, carried her off from the house 
 of death, this was the first moment at which she 
 had had the courage even to glance at what was 
 coming. A bleak and empty prospect indeed. To 
 her mother's side nothing would induce her to re- 
 turn; for "I should tell her one day that she is a 
 murderess I know I should," she argued and 
 that had better not be. Neither could she stay 
 here any longer, despite Miss Bennett's incredible 
 kindness and this for all sorts of reasons, but
 
 346 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 chiefly because of the danger of meeting Vincent 
 Denholm. For that ordeal she was not sure that 
 her strength would suffice. Even to hear his name 
 spoken would have shaken her with the regret of 
 an impossible happiness; but she had been spared 
 even his name for which circumstance she was 
 more grateful to Miss Bennett than for everything 
 else. She wondered whether she ought even to 
 stay in London. To make a fresh start elsewhere 
 might be easier for them both. How if, after 
 exploiting her German, she were now to exploit 
 her English? Perhaps in France? She would 
 consult her patroness. 
 
 It seemed an answer to her wish that the door 
 should open just then. 
 
 "Miss Bennett," began Irma, without turning, 
 resolved to brook no further delay, "I have just 
 been thinking " 
 
 She stopped and glanced fearfully over her 
 shoulder, for the step on the carpet was not 
 Minna's. 
 
 The first instinct was the stupid and cowardlyone 
 of flight. Indeed, she began by pushing the toy- 
 terrier off her knees, as though preparatory to ris- 
 ing, yet, after a hasty movement, sank back again, 
 with the colour all gone from her face and her eyes 
 almost hard. One look at Vincent Denholm had 
 told her that, if needs be, he would put himself 
 between her and the door. 
 
 "I do not ask you to forgive me," he was saying
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 347 
 
 gravely, before she had succeeded in quite collect- 
 ing her wits. "I know that you will do so when 
 you hear the reason of my intrusion. I have a mes- 
 sage to deliver from your poor father no, not 
 exactly a message, but a communication to make 
 concerning his last moments. I do not know 
 whether you are aware that I was with him at 
 the end?" 
 
 Incapable of speech, she made a vague move- 
 ment with her head. 
 
 "I think you would like to know that he died 
 content I might almost say happy." 
 
 Her blue eyes fixed him wide and wondering. 
 
 "I was able to take a heavy weight from his 
 mind by a promise I gave him. It is right that you 
 should know what that promise was. It was the 
 promise to clear his name from the stain which 
 misfortune has brought upon it." 
 
 "You know?" asked Irma, precipitately, all the 
 blood rushing back to her face. 
 
 "Yes, I know." 
 
 "But how Oh, I understand." 
 
 And she thought she did. The question as to 
 how much her mother had told him seemed an- 
 swered now. And he thought it wisest to let it 
 stand at that answer. 
 
 "That is why you went to him?" 
 
 "Yes, that is why; and, by the mercy of God, I 
 arrived in time." 
 
 He stooped suddenly and softly took her hand.
 
 348 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 "You will help me to clear his name, Irma, will 
 you not?" 
 
 At his touch, despite all after-thoughts, she 
 thrilled, yet the passionate trouble on her face 
 showed that the after-thought was there. And 
 then she asked the same question which Minna 
 Bennett as well as her dying father had asked : 
 
 "Your career?" 
 
 "Spare me that word! I'm beginning to hate 
 its sound. My career is a thing of the past not 
 of the future." 
 
 "What do you mean?" 
 
 "That I have decided to let my country get out 
 of its foreign embroglios without my valuable as- 
 sistance, and to be a free man, instead of a public 
 servant." 
 
 For a moment astonishment kept her rigid, then, 
 as the full consciousness of what this implied came 
 over her, she snatched back her hand. 
 
 "Ah because of me 1 I am spoiling your life ! 
 No, no it must not be !" 
 
 "It already is. My resignation was handed in a 
 week ago. I have no more business inside the 
 Foreign Office in fact, my place is filled already 
 and I have no special business outside of it, 
 either, unless you so will it." 
 
 "Oh!" groaned Irma, her face in her hands, 
 yet beating but feebly now against the invading 
 flood of happiness. In her heart hope raised its 
 head, while in her ear his earnest voice pleaded.
 
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 "And my promise, Irma? Surely you forgot 
 my promise! How can I do what I pledged my 
 word to do unless you give me the right? Can a 
 stranger undertake what a son alone should do?" 
 
 A little later, while they sat in the twilight, alone 
 still, except for the much-disgusted De Wet for 
 in comparison to the seat lately occupied even his 
 gem of a basket appeared cold and comfortless 
 Vincent, as at a sudden recollection, put his hand 
 in his pocket and drew therefrom something shape- 
 less and pink. 
 
 "What," began Irma, and then laughed softly. 
 "Oh, it's Vindobona." 
 
 "Is that her name ? She wouldn't tell it me. I 
 put her into my pocket to-day, I believe with some 
 idea of restitution; but now it strikes me that de- 
 struction will be more appropriate. You told 
 me she was the past, and we have only to do with 
 the future." 
 
 Rising, he went over to the fireplace and dropped 
 the little pink bundle into the coals. Together 
 they watched the thing which stood for the Past 
 flare up and fall to ashes gaudy spangles, black 
 stains and all. 
 
 Then, after another long silence, came Irma's 
 hushed question: 
 
 "His last words you heard them what were 
 they?"
 
 350 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 Vincent's arm held her a little closer. 
 
 "One of the last things he said was, 'There is no 
 need to live,' and he smiled so extraordinary a 
 smile as he said it. I had told him that there was 
 no need to die, since all would be well; and that 
 was his answer. And after that at the very end 
 he spoke a name." 
 
 "What name?" 
 
 "It sounded like Isabella I could not be sure." 
 
 Irma fell silent again. A little more of the 
 weight had slipped from her heart. Whatever 
 part the discovery of her love had played in the 
 last act of the tragedy, her woman's instinct told 
 her that it was but a subordinate one. Hencefor- 
 ward she would at least be spared the consciousnes* 
 of her happiness being built upon a grave. Pattie 
 had been right when she had said that it was no 
 business of hers, rightly speaking. 
 
 And presently even the details of that happines. 
 began to unroll. 
 
 "You will not mind going away far very far 
 with me?" Vincent had asked, and she answered 
 with a sigh of deliverance : 
 
 "Oh, as far away as possible from all the old 
 things!" 
 
 Then he spoke of South Africa, and of the plan 
 already formed and much elaborated during the 
 past inactive week of turning his capital to ac- 
 count there. 
 
 "It's a country flowing with milk and honey,
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 351 
 
 from all accounts. Of course, I know nothing about 
 obtaining the milk or collecting the honey, but I've 
 a friend out there who has been at it for years. 
 We'll make him pick us a likely bit of land, and, 
 of course, it is he who must manage it for us. I 
 told him all about it by last mail. Poor old Bob ! 
 I believe he'll jump straight out of his skin when 
 he gets my letter. The last time I saw him he told 
 me that to get under an English master would 
 crown his wishes. I shall tell you his story another 
 time. Capital, brains, and a free hand that was 
 all a man wanted, he said, to make a pile over 
 there." 
 
 Again they sat silent, while the wind rattled 
 unheeded at the windows, and the glow of the fire 
 grew brighter in the darkening room. 
 
 "And another thing he told me on that occasion 
 was that to have a plain job cut out for you and 
 to feel that you can do it was worth a good deal. 
 I've got my job cut out now, and I believe I can 
 do it. Not much pomp and circumstance, I sus- 
 pect, about growing peaches and breeding ostriches, 
 but a good deal more hard cash, I should say, than 
 about composing treaties." 
 
 He laughed happily, then fell into drawing pic- 
 tures of the unknown land and of its exotic beau- 
 ties, to which she listened with the wondering smile 
 of a child hearkening to a fairy tale. And under 
 his words the fairy tale glowed, and with it his 
 own heart, as it had not been able to glow during
 
 352 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 the difficult days just passed. For that there had 
 been too many threads to tear, too many bonds to 
 sever. The inevitable pangs could not shake the 
 fixed resolve, yet they had been there all the same. 
 But whatever regrets had assailed him in the blank 
 intervals between the two lives, while common de- 
 cency kept him out of her presence, were now van- 
 ished drowned in the blue of her eys. 
 
 ******* 
 
 "Spoiling his life?" said Minna Bennett at a late 
 hour that night that intrinsically confidential hour 
 at which dressing-gowns flow and hair-brushes are 
 in play. "Put that ridiculous idea out of your 
 head, once for all! You're making it for him, I 
 tell you." 
 
 "How?" asked the incredulous Irma, who had 
 just been airing her scruples. 
 
 "Quite simple. Nothing more organically un- 
 fitted for the Artful Dodger than Vincent can be 
 imagined and a diplomat is just a duly accredited 
 variety of the article, you know yet the mere 
 necessities of the case would have made an Artful 
 Dodger of him in time at the expense of his char- 
 acter. For people of his priggish devotion to truth 
 and with Vincent it amounts to an idiosyncrasy 
 the diplomatic mountain is a slippery one to 
 climb. As likely as not he would have come a nasty 
 moral cropper." 
 
 Here Minna was interrupted by the necessity of 
 sneezing, a very natural necessity, considering the
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 353 
 
 time she had spent in her unheated bedroom that 
 afternoon. 
 
 "He thinks he is happy now only because he 
 loves you, but it is also a little because he knows 
 that an inner conflict is ended. To my mind, it is 
 not your father's honour alone that he is saving 
 by renouncing what men call 'honours' if 
 honour means being true to oneself. I have been 
 hoping for something like this for years. Ah, my 
 dear, you cannot imagine how grateful I am to 
 you and how glad!" 
 
 As a proof of which Minna's good-night em- 
 brace left a strangely moist feeling upon Irma's 
 
 cheek. 
 
 ******* 
 
 But the end of Vincent's ordeals was not yet. 
 For several days more he was to go about remorse- 
 fully asking himself whether a charge of at least 
 moral manslaughter would not darken the rest of 
 his days, whether the spectre of his stricken grand- 
 mother were not to haunt all future nights for 
 shocks of this description are not easily weathered 
 at eighty-two. 
 
 When, with infinite precautions, it was broken 
 to Lady Aurelia that Vincent had not only refused 
 the Berlin secretaryship, but simultaneously sent in 
 his resignation, she had, after a brief but awful 
 pause, vindicated her perspicacity by putting that 
 same question which a Roman Catholic Archbishop 
 is said to have put to a priest of his diocese who
 
 354 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 had just employed ten minutes in elaborately set- 
 ting forth the conscientious grounds on which he 
 found himself forced to renounce communion with 
 Rome : 
 
 "What's her name?" 
 
 The name, being presently forthcoming, sent 
 her into the nearest approach to hysterics of which 
 her wiry nerves were capable, coupled with the 
 loudly proclaimed intention of getting straight into 
 her grave, and the earnest request of being ac- 
 corded room to fall. Pending the grave, she got 
 into her bed meanwhile, after having boxed the 
 ears of the handiest victim, who happened to be 
 her maid, and so it was reported in the servants' 
 hall refraining only from scratching out the cor- 
 responding pair of eyes because, owing to the su- 
 perior nimbleness of youthful limbs, she had been 
 unable to reach them. 
 
 Then for days a complete debacle reigned in the 
 orderly existence of the house in Eaton Place, at 
 whose door the family doctor's brougham was to 
 be seen night and morning, and in whose hushed 
 chambers Chrissie and Cissy discussed the" awful 
 turn of affairs in whispers, and occasionally in 
 tears; though it was afterwards remembered that 
 Chrissie's eyes, at least, had never actually been 
 red, and that the deepest moans over the destruc- 
 tion of the family hopes, uttered by her sister, had 
 failed to depress her completely. Poor Sir Chris- 
 tian, whose fluffy white hair seemed inclined to fly
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 355 
 
 straight off his head before this blast of adversity, 
 and who went about quoting examples of just such 
 inappropriate matches as this, of which he had 
 taken cognisance either in his "Roman" or his 
 "St. Petersburg" time, was little attended to in 
 these days. It was almost the solitary occasion in 
 his life that, being asked for something that is 
 (as a mere matter of form), by Vincent for his 
 consent he had not unhesitatingly acquiesced. 
 
 "But, of course, he's only got to see her again 
 in order to say, 'Certainly, my dear just as you 
 like!'" groaned Lady Aurelia under her bed- 
 clothes a supposition which subsequent events 
 corroborated. 
 
 For nearly a week Vincent walked the streets 
 with at least a modified edition of the mark of 
 Cain upon him. It was the Conte Galliani whom 
 he had to thank for the removal of that mark; for 
 if the Conte had not chosen this exact juncture for 
 coming out with a declaration, at which Chrissie 
 did her best to look decorously surprised, there 
 seemed every chance that the Dowager would have 
 made good her promise by using her bed as a mere 
 stepping-stone to her grave. 
 
 But when "Lady Mummy" heard that her eldest 
 granddaughter's hand had been formally demanded 
 in marriage by the brilliant young attgche, she pro- 
 ceeded abruptly to reconsider the position. It 
 seemed, after all, that there was something still
 
 356 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 worth living for; since, apart from his evident abil- 
 ities, the Conte was a parti in every sense of the 
 word, lacking neither the money nor the connex- 
 ions likely to give him many desirable "lifts." 
 
 Accordingly, less than three days later, Lady 
 Aurelia's lemon-coloured face looking now like a 
 lemon that has been very badly squeezed reap- 
 peared in the Eaton Place drawing-room. She 
 could not rest until she had pressed to her heart 
 the new hope of the family; the old one having, by 
 this time, actually received a contemptuous sort 
 of assurance of toleration, if not of forgiveness. 
 As for persuasion, she had not so much as at- 
 tempted it another proof of perspicacity. 
 
 "So you have decided that to live in the country 
 and keep a trap is the proper way of filling up ex- 
 istence?" was the greeting extended to the prodi- 
 gal, together with an indescribable glance from the 
 wickedly black little eyes. 
 
 To which Vincent very much on the grin 
 replied that it all depended upon whom you had 
 to drive in the trap. For half an hour he gladly 
 endured remarks of a similar scathing description ; 
 so thankful to be spared a possible self-reproach 
 that his grandmother's remarks appeared to him 
 almost as "amioosing" as they did to the Conte 
 a state of affairs which was distinctly hard on 
 "Lady Mummy." Unable to get a rise out of the 
 son, she perforce fell back upon the father. But
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 357 
 
 so much elation did there lie in the air, so univer- 
 sal was the atmosphere of peace and good-will, that 
 even the "Vol-au-vent" no, the "Caviare Con- 
 ference" was produced in vain to-day.
 
 EPILOGUE 
 
 FOR the fourth time within an hour Bob Ken- 
 dall went back into the house, in order to assure 
 himself that the table-cloth and the napkins were 
 still in their places, and that the salt-cellar had not 
 been forgotten; also to try and make up his mind 
 whether the rocking-chairs looked better facing 
 each other or the window. On the whole, he in- 
 clined to the window, on account of the magnifi- 
 cence of the view, filled by the swelling lines of the 
 veldt and bounded by the blue-grey fortress of the 
 mountains. On the other hand, again, there were 
 reasons to suppose that the occupants would prefer 
 the look of each other's faces to the finest pano- 
 rama a-going; in which case 
 
 Having given little shoves to the chairs and little 
 pulls to the white calico curtains draping the win- 
 dows, Bob went out again on to a verandah littered 
 with wood-shavings, and, shading his eyes with 
 his hand, stared hard in one direction. Upon a 
 boulder-strewn knoll at some hundred paces' dis- 
 tance a black, immovable figure was to be seen, 
 sharply silhouetted against the glorious blue of the 
 sky. It was at this sentinel figure that Bob gazed 
 
 358
 
 359 
 
 expectantly to turn away again presently with a 
 restive groan and attempt to cheat impatience by an 
 aimless but vaguely beatific stroll round the prem- 
 ises. 
 
 The opening era was altogether so far superior 
 to the one lately closed as almost to suffice for the 
 happiness of one whose demands upon happi- 
 ness had never been great. In default of getting 
 his own "little girl," to know that Vincent had got 
 his was almost the next best thing on the list that, 
 and the English master sighed for so long and 
 that master his own old Vin ! What wonder that 
 his weather-beaten face, under the broad straw hat 
 which clothed him so much better than a "chimney- 
 pot" ever could do, should wear a grin which 
 threatened to become chronic? 
 
 Add to this the consciousness of not having 
 failed in the task imposed. He had done well for 
 Vincent, and he knew it. His prophetic eye, sweep- 
 ing round what was as yet but a builder's yard with 
 only the dwelling-house under roof, with the out- 
 buildings mere carcasses of wall, with stacks of 
 bricks, sheets of corrugated iron, and ponds of 
 liquid mortar making havoc of the ground be- 
 tween, saw it all as it would presently be. The 
 establishment was not even to be described as 
 "new" far more truly as "future." The word 
 was writ large over its untidy yard, its pegged-out 
 garden space, its roughly cut approach, and over 
 the provisional pen above whose walls of loose
 
 360 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 
 
 stones two prize ostriches craned their long necks. 
 But to Bob's experienced optimism the future was 
 almost the present. With his mind's eye he could 
 see the peach and orange trees that would make 
 the landscape perfect by filling out the bare fore- 
 ground; and already he calculated the progeny of 
 that feathered couple in the pen. 
 
 Having bestowed a "mealy" upon each of the 
 future patriarchs (and all but got his fingers bitten 
 for his pains) , Bob decided to take another look at 
 the sitting-room, which, together with the adjoin- 
 ing bedroom, represented the only inhabitable 
 spaces of the house. 
 
 All right there; the salt-cellar still in its place, 
 and the napkins, strangely enough, not having 
 played any pranks in his absence. After another 
 moment of deep consideration he turned the rock- 
 ing-chairs decisively towards the window, through 
 which the glorified panorama of the sunset had 
 caught his eye, gave a tug to the bunch, or, more 
 properly speaking, bush, of mimosa which occupied 
 the centre of the table Bob's idea of table decora- 
 tion and once more went out for another consul- 
 tation of the sentinel. For the how many'th time 
 the manoeuvre was being repeated it would be hard 
 to say; nor was this time the last. It was just when 
 he had finally, and this time irrevocably, decided 
 that the chairs had, after all, better be turned to- 
 wards each other, that, hearing a shout, he made
 
 POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE 361 
 
 for the verandah, in time to see the knoll bare and 
 the black figure racing towards him. 
 
 "At last !" he breathed into his big beard, his big 
 heart already in his mouth. 
 
 Then, as he got ready to wave his hat: 
 
 "Upon my word, it's almost as good as though 
 the little girl herself were coming!" 
 
 But at that he caught back his breath with a 
 feeling very close to self-reproach. 
 
 "No not quite!" 
 
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