FLIGHTS OF FANCY
“She talks a good deal,” quoth he tentatively.
“I have,” returned John, “conceived a great affection for Mrs. Trimwell. Her ideas are original. She has, also, a distinct prejudice in favour of speaking her mind with a candour and verve which I find undeniably refreshing2. Yes; certainly I have conceived an affection for her.”
Corin snorted.
“Every man to his own taste,” said he. “For my part I find her over-fluent of speech.”
“That,” replied John, “arises merely from a tendency I have frequently noted4 in you to monopolize5 the whole conversation; to mop it, so to speak, into your own sponge, thereby6 leaving the sponges of others bone dry.”
“I have never,” retorted Corin, “observed that your sponge lacked moisture, if you will use terms [Pg 57]of parable7 instead of straightforward8 words. But to leave Mrs. Trimwell for the moment. How did you enjoy the morning? Did I expand one whit9 too freely on the glories of the surrounding country? Is there not colour,—radiant, vital colour at every turn?”
“I’ll allow there’s sufficient beauty hereabouts,” conceded John.
“And you had a pleasant time? Own to the truth. It was worth while sacrificing sun-baked streets for wide stretches of glorious moorland?”
“Oh, I’ll own to the worth whileness of it,” laughed John, hugging a delicious secret to his heart.
“You might be a trifle more expansive,” he grumbled11. “You might give me an epitome12 of your morning’s experiences. There was I, perched like a hen on a henroost, slaving my life out for four hours, while you were enjoying glorious freedom. I said to myself, he’ll return enthusiastic. I’ll have, at least, a second-hand13 experience of purple moorland, sun-kissed sea, and cool green woods. And all the man has done is to smile oracularly, and admit to beauty when the admission[Pg 58] was fairly dragged from his lips. No; don’t begin to rhapsodize now. It’s too late. I wanted spontaneity, a first fine careless rapture14. And by dragging, pulling, and tugging15, I get a bare admission of beauty grudgingly16 made.”
John laughed again. It must be confessed that he was in a peculiarly lighthearted mood.
“I’ll attempt no rhapsody, no poetic17 flights of fancy, since the psychological moment for so doing has, according to you, passed. I’ll give you the mere3 salient facts of the morning, the chiefest being that I played St. George to the dragon.”
Corin eyed him suspiciously.
“I have an idea I heard you remark ‘no poetic flights of fancy,’ a moment agone,” he suggested.
“I did,” retorted John, “and I adhere to that remark. Here is fact pure and simple. But, for your better convincing, I will state that the dragon had for the moment disguised itself as a goat,—a large, a playful, black and white goat. The disguise was good, I’ll allow, but,” concluded John dramatically, “I penetrated18 it.”
Corin sighed.
“If you could divest19 your speech of symbolism,” [Pg 59]said he pathetically, “and give me facts in plain English.”
“No symbolism I assure you,” protested John. “It was a goat,—a black and white goat. It curved, it gavotted, it gambolled20, thereby causing much distress21 to a fair lady and her two attendant knights22, who were, believe me, hardly of an age to deal convincingly with either goats or dragons. Then, behold23, enter St. George.” He struck himself upon the chest.
“Oh!” Corin began to find a thread of reasonableness among the nonsense. “Who was the lady, I wonder?”
“She told me,” said John, “that her name was Miss Rosamund Delancey.” He experienced a strange sensation of pleasure in pronouncing the words.
“Oh!” said Corin a second time. “From the Castle.”
“From the Castle,” echoed John.
Corin reflected, mused24. Finally, seeing that John had come to an end of the repast, he pushed back his chair, rose from the table, and lighted a cigarette.
“I have heard a rumour25,” said he, the cigarette [Pg 60]lighted, “that they are shortly leaving the Castle on account of some claimant who has turned up. I can’t remember the whole story. I know it struck me as sufficiently26 melodramatic at the moment,—murders, missing documents, and little Adelphi touches of that kind were mixed up in it. But I daresay it’s nothing but a rumour.”
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