It was no spiritual suffering which affected1 that strong character: his life was fixed2; the decision he had taken was final. Nay3, every circumstance surrounding that decision delighted him. The peerage had been offered at precisely4 the right moment; he himself could have chosen no better. It was the moment when he particularly desired to be at once more powerful, if that could be, and yet free; more fixed in his political tenure5, yet more at large to catch the hand of opportunity. For all his strategy was centred upon the Company which he was determined6 to save.
That from which he now suffered was physical; he suffered that pain at the back of the head: it had a novel intensity7 about it; it was not exactly a headache, it was a sort of weight, an oppression, and as he went on northward9 the pressure got worse and more concentrated just behind either ear.
[100]He would not relax his pace. He saw a taxi which had just discharged a fare at Cox’s Bank; in spite of the trouble in his head which was rapidly increasing, he was clear enough to note that the little flag was up, that the man was free and was about to go away. He signalled to him and got in, and gave the address of his house, bidding him call at the Club on his way.
He remembered, though the bother was getting worse, that there was a big dinner that evening; he tried to remember the names, then quite suddenly a stab of pain behind the right ear almost made him cry out. But Repton was indomitable and he stifled10 the cry. Hardly had he so conquered himself when he felt another similar violent agony behind the left ear: a man less master of himself would have fainted. It was over in a moment, but he was white and actually uncertain of his steps when he got out at the Club and went up to the porter’s box to ask for letters and messages. There were none.
“Are you certain there are none?” he asked in a weak voice.
“Don’t look at me as though I was stuffed,” said Sir Charles sharply, “don’t you know what your place is worth?”
With the most unworthy ferocity, but perhaps the pain must excuse him, Sir Charles bent13 his head in[101] to the little window in the glass and hissed14: “This kind of thing has happened before. Just you bally well sort the papers in front of you and make sure.”
His hands were trembling with constricted15 rage the porter ran through the bundle, and found a card.
“What did I tell you, you b——y snipe!” darted16 the now uncontrollable Baronet. Then recovering himself he said with no shame but in a little confusion: “I’ve had enough of this.” He looked at the card: it was an advertisement inviting17 him to spend a week for eleven guineas in lovely Lucerne, and there was a picture of the Rigi Kulm. He tore the card up savagely18, threw it into the waste-paper basket, hurriedly went down the steps of his Club, bolted into the taxi and slammed the door behind him.
The driver had let the engine stop. Sir Charles sat tapping either foot, his eyes alight, and his hands working nervously19. The man was working the barrel organ in front of the machine; the piston20 started once or twice vigorously, then died down again. Sir Charles got out.
“If you can’t make your damn kettle go,” he said,—then he suddenly smiled. “What a good-natured face you have,” he remarked with an abrupt21 transition of tone. “It’s a brutal22 thing for men like me with enormous incomes to bully23 people who have to be out in all weathers, though I must say you taxi-men are a privileged lot! You’ve always got a herd24 of poor fellows round you, running messages for you and[102] what not. You know,” he went on still more familiarly, “if you didn’t look so jolly good-natured I wouldn’t get into the cab again: but I will now. I will now,” he nodded reassuringly25 to show there was no ill-feeling, and he climbed again into the taxi, which at last started off upon its journey.
Sir Charles, within that vehicle, preserved for some moments the expression of strong silence which was at least one-half of his fortune. Suddenly that expression broke down; something tickled27 him hugely. Such a merry look came into his eyes as had perhaps not visited them since he was a child—if then. It occurred to him to look out of the window. The fact that the window was up in no way incommoded him. He butted28 his head through it and then very cautiously drew it in again.
“That’s dangerous,” he muttered, “might have cut myself.”
The driver of the taxi heard nothing. Sir Charles looked through the star of broken glass for a moment, then cautiously lowered the sash. He put his head out again, smiling almost to the point of laughter, and asked the driver whether he had noticed the absurd pomposity29 of the two sentries30 and the policemen outside Marlborough House. The taxi man simply said “Yes sir,” and went on driving.
For a few minutes Sir Charles was silent, ruminating31 and smiling within. Then he put his head out again.
“Yes, but did you?” he asked.
[103]And just at that point the traffic was stopped to allow a cross current from another street to pass.
“What a fool a man can make of himself,” said Sir Charles suddenly to nobody, communing half aloud with his own soul. “It’s an amazing thing! I can’t conceive why I should put my head out of a window like that to tell him the way.... I suppose I was telling him the way ... but my head is so bad!... What a fool a man can make of himself!” The sternness of his expression returned. He remembered that the taxi-man knew his address and he bethought him how to escape from humiliation32. When they had driven up to his house he would pretend it was the wrong number and drive somewhere else.
Yet again his mood changed and he burst into an explosion of laughter as he remembered the sentries. Then the name over a shop which recalled to him certain mortgages tickled his fancy. He almost stopped the taxi to get out and have a bout8 of fun with the proprietors33 of that shop but he was going swiftly through the streets and he preferred his ease.
Long before they reached the Marble Arch he had forgotten all about his intention of secrecy34. Nay, he had forgotten about his dinner; he only knew he was going home. And when he got out he saw upon the little machine the notice “1/10.”
“The register marks one and tenpence,” he said slowly and gravely to the driver, upon whose honest and happy face the tendency to astonishment35 was[104] hardly controlled. “Now I don’t think these machines are infallible—far from it—but it isn’t worth my while, you understand, to argue it. So there’s one and tenpence.” He laboriously36 counted out the money. “Wait a moment,” he said, “give me back three coppers37.”
The man hesitated.
“Give me back three coppers,” snapped Sir Charles testily38, “I want to get rid of a thruppeny-bit,” and he handed over the offensive coin.
“Now wait a minute, wait a minute,” he added, “don’t be in a hurry. I always give a tip to taxi drivers—I really don’t know why,” he said with a sudden change of expression, “there’s no particular favour, and they earn lots of money. But one’s got to—I suppose if one didn’t,” he continued in a ruminative39 tone, “they’d mark one in some way, same way they do the boxes in hotels, and your watch, me boy, when you pawn40 it,” he ended with an explosion of mirth, digging the man sharply in the ribs41. “Eh?” He pulled out two pence, added another penny, and then another, took out a sixpence, put it back again, finally put the three pence into the man’s hand, and went up to his door.
The taxi-man as he was driving off nodded familiarly to a policeman, and, by drawing up all one side of his face while he left the other in repose42, gave it to be understood that he had grave doubts of the mental balance of the gentleman whom he had just conveyed to his residence.
[105]Alas, for simple men! The policeman strode up to him, rated him soundly, asked what he meant by it, and in general gave him to understand that he was dealing43 with no ordinary household. And the taxi-man, who was but recently landed from the sea, went off pondering, as far as the congested traffic would allow him, upon the mysteries of London.
The policeman solemnly returned to his duty, which was that of guarding the residence of so great a citizen, and Sir Charles, putting his hat upon the table in the hall, went past the two servants upon whose presence in that vestibule he insisted, and walked majestically44 up the staircase, as though the last half-hour had not been.
But he felt during this progress unaccountable desires. Before he was half-way up they were too strong for him. He stopped, leaned over the bannisters, looked at the two well-trained domestics who stood like statues below him, and said: “Henry!”
Henry, with a perfect turn of the head, answered, “Yes, Sir Charles?”
“William!”
William, with a precisely similar change of attitude, said, “Yes, Sir Charles?”
“What does it feel like to stand like that when another man, who simply happens to be richer than you, is going by?”
The well-trained domestics made no reply.
[106]“Are you dumb?” he shouted angrily. “What’s it feel like, I say?... Blasted fools!” he muttered, when he had endured for a few seconds their continued silence. He went on up the stairs, saying half to himself and half to them: “Catch me doing it. Why, there’s more money in a whelk stall!”
He found his wife reading. She put down her book and asked him timidly what had been going on in the House.
His only answer was to put his hand to his head and say that he was suffering.
And so he was, for the pain, though less violent, had returned. She suggested, though very hesitatingly, that he should lie down. He made no reply. He put his hand before his eyes and waited with set teeth until the first violence of the pang45 had passed, and then said to her gently: “I beg your pardon, dear, what did you say?”
It was nearly twenty years since she had heard that tone from him. She was frightened.
“Did you ask what was going on in the House?” he sighed. “Well, I can tell you.” He put his hands on the chimneypiece and looked down at the fender. “There’s going on there,” he said decidedly, “as crass47, imbecile and hypocritical a piece of futility48 as God permits: as Almighty49 God permits!”
“Oh Charles!” she cried, “Charles! Is there any trouble?”
“No,” he said, looking round at her with mild surprise, “just the usual thing. Nobody has the[107] slightest idea what they’re talking about, and nobody cares.”
“Charles!” she said, feeling the gravity of the moment, for he was evidently suffering in some mysterious way. “Have you left it all right in your room? Haven’t you any appointments or anything?”
“I never thought of that,” he answered. His eyes had in them an expression quite childlike and he said suddenly: “One can still see what you were like when I married you, Maria. Turn your face round a little.”
She did so, with her face full of colour.
“Yes,” he said, “they keep their profiles best. You can remember them by their profiles.”
“Charles darling,” said Lady Repton getting up, her white hair shining against the flush of her forehead. “Let me look after you.” She had not used such a tone nor dreamed of such an endearment50 for many many years.
“I don’t mind, old girl,” he said, “I don’t mind,” and the innocence51 of his eyes continued. Then as though something else were battling within him he began abruptly52: “Maria, have you got a full list of the people who are coming to-night? I thought not. I’m sorry to have to speak of it again, I told you when we first came to town, and I’ve told you fifty times since, that I can do nothing without such a list.”
“But I’ve got it,” she said, in great suffering, “I’ve got it, Charles.”
[108]His eyes changed again. “You’ve got what?”
“The list of the people who are coming, Charles.”
“Oh ... I didn’t understand. The list of the people who are coming,” he repeated slowly. “Well, show it to me in a moment.” He moved towards the door.
“I’ll come with you,” she said.
For the first time since her husband had decided46 to enter Parliament and had entered it, twenty years before, while their child was still alive, Lady Repton had to take a decision of importance. She decided in favour of the dinner. It was too late to change it, and she must trust to chance, but evidently some terrible thing had befallen the Warden53 of the Court of Dowry.
As he was dressing54 she heard him now and then humming a chance tune26 (a thing which in his normal self he would no more have dreamed of doing than of walking the streets without his hat) and now and then commenting upon the character and attributes of the opera singer whom he had last heard sing it. She heard him launch out into a long monologue55, describing the exact career of the new soprano at Covent Garden, the name of her father and her mother, the name of the Russian Grand Duke, the name of a wealthy English lady who had asked her (and him) to supper, and then, oh horror! the name of an English statesman. There was a burst of laughter which Lady Repton could hardly bear: and then a silence.
[109]When they met again and their guests had begun to come he seemed right enough, except that now and then he would say things which every one in the room knew well enough to be true, but which were by no means suitable to the occasion.
It was thought eccentric in him, especially by those who knew him best, that he should comment somewhat upon what man was paired off with what woman in the procession, and it was thought exceedingly coarse by his partner that he should explain a strong itching56 upon his right ankle to be due, not to a flea57, for his man was most careful, but to some little skin trouble.
The noise of talking during the dinner covered any other indiscretions, and when the men were alone with him over the wine, he sat gloomily enough, evidently changed but guilty of nothing more exceptional than a complete ignorance of where the wine came from or what it was.
There were the beginnings of a quarrel with a pompous58 and little-known fellow-member of his own Party who attempted to talk learnedly on wine. Repton had begun, “What on earth d’you know about wine? Why, your old father wouldn’t allow you swipes when you went to fetch the supper beer!” He had begun thus, I say, to recall the humble59 origins of the politician, when he added: “But there, what’s the good of quarreling? You’re all the same herd,”—his evident illness excused him. He led them back to the women, a[110] gloomy troupe60; they began to leave uncommonly61 early.
The one who lingered last was a very honest man, stupid, straightforward62 and rich. He was fond of Charles Repton, simply because Repton had once done him a very cheap good turn in the matter of a legal dispute; he had stopped a lawsuit63. And this man ever, since—it was now five years ago,—was ready to serve that household. His name, I should add, was Withers64, and he was a Commoner; he sat for Ashington. He had not only this loyal feeling for Charles Repton, which he was perhaps the only man in London to feel; he had also a simple admiration65 for him, for his career, for his speeches, for his power of introducing impromptu66 such words as “well,” and “now” and “I will beg the House to observe” into his careful arguments. Lady Repton trusted him, and she was glad to see him remaining alone after the others had left. Charles Repton was sitting at the end of the room, staring at nothingness.
Withers whispered to Lady Repton a rapid query as to what had happened. She could tell him nothing, but her eyes filled with tears.
“Wouldn’t it be better,” said Withers hurriedly, in a low tone, “if I got him back to vote to-night? There’ll be three divisions at eleven. There’s bound to be a scandal if he doesn’t turn up.”
“Yes—no—very well,” said Lady Repton. “I don’t understand it. I don’t understand anything.” She almost broke down.
[111]“Repton,” said Withers, “won’t you come along with me? It’s half-past ten, there’ll be three divisions.”
Repton startled them both nearly out of their skins. “Divisions?” he shrieked67, jumping up. “Go down and maunder past those green boxes in a great stifling68 pack for nothing at all? Not if I know it! Why I can guess you the majority from here. And if there wasn’t any majority I should blasted well like to know the difference it would make! Divisions! Oh chase me!” And he snorted and sat down again.
Withers did not know whether to stay or to go, but before he could reply Charles Repton in the most ordinary of tones went on: “I can’t understand a man like you, Withers, putting up with it. You’re rich, you’re a gentleman born, which I’m not; you’d be just as big a man in Buckinghamshire, especially nowadays when the county’s crawling with Jews, if you were out of the House. You’d be infinitely69 freer. You know perfectly70 well the country’ll stagger along without the silly tom-fool business or with it, and that neither it nor anything else can prevent the smash. Why don’t you go and live your life of a squire71 like a sensible chap? And make one prayer that you may die before the whole bag of tricks comes to an end?”
“Not I!” said Repton, “I’m going to bed. I’m tired, and my head hurts me!” And he went out like a boor73.
[112]“Lady Repton,” said Withers very gently when he had gone, “what has Charles got to do to-morrow?”
“He never tells me,” said the wretched lady. “I suppose he will go into the City as usual.”
“It’s very unwise,” said Withers, “and yet I don’t know after all. It might help him to be in harness, and you’ll have him out of the house while you’re making your plans. I’ll do what I can, Lady Repton, I’ll do what I can. Isn’t to-morrow the meeting of the Van Diemens Company?”
“I can’t tell,” said Lady Repton despairingly. She was impatient to be seeing to her husband. She had grown terrified during the last few hours when he was out of her sight.
“Yes, it is,” said Withers. “Oh that’ll be all right. It’ll do him all the good in the world: I’m sure it will. Good-night.”
He came back again. He remembered something: “Of course,” he said a little awkwardly, “ I don’t know anything about these things, but I read in the paper that he was down to speak at the big Wycliffite meeting. Don’t let him go there, Lady Repton, until you’re quite certain, will you?”
“Oh no,” she said with the terrified look coming back again upon her face.
“It’s not like business,” said Withers. “There’d be excitement, you know. Good-night.” And he went out.
Those of Charles Repton’s guests who were Members of the House of Commons had returned to[113] it. One or two of them had hinted that things were a little queer with Repton, but Withers when he got back just in time for the divisions, found no rumours74 as yet, and was profoundly grateful. One man only who had been present at the dinner, took him aside in the Lobby and asked him whether Charles Repton had had any trouble.
Withers laughed the question away, and explained that he had known Repton for many years and that now and then he did give way to these silly fits of temper. It was digestion75, he said; perhaps the guest had noticed there were no onions.
The House had something better to gossip about, for after the divisions Demaine was seen going arm in arm with the Prime Minister into his room for a moment. There had been plenty of talk of Demaine lately: that visit increased it.
Certain members more curious or fussy76 than the rest scoured77 the journalists in the lobbies: they had news.
It was all settled. The paragraphs had been sent round to the papers. The Lobby correspondents had each of them quite special and peculiar78 means of knowing that Certain Changes were expected in the Cabinet in the near future; that the House of Lords was to be strengthened by the addition of talents which were universally respected; several names had been mentioned for the vacancy79; perhaps Mr. Demaine, with his special training and the experience[114] drawn80 from his travels would, on the whole, form the most popular appointment.
Thus had the announcement been given in its vaguest form by the Prime Minister’s secretary; two or three favoured journals had been permitted to say without doubt that Charles Repton had resigned; the exact title under which he would accept a peerage was suggested, and Demaine was put down in black and white as being certainly his successor.
All this Demaine was told meanwhile that evening in the Prime Minister’s room.
His interview with Sorrel had been exceedingly satisfactory, and never in his life, not in the moments when he could spend most of his father-in-law’s money, had Demaine experienced so complete a respect and so eager a service. He felt himself already Warden, and what was better, he felt himself perfectly capable of the Wardenship81. His mood rose and rose. He forgot Sudie; he had not even told her when he would be home. He shook his cousin’s hand as warmly as might a provincial82, and went out by the entry under Big Ben, to calm down the exuberance83 of his joy with breaths of the fresh night air along the Embankment. It was nearly twelve o’clock.
So ended for George Mulross Demaine that Monday, June 1st, 1915.
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