There was a short pause as Quin and his friends Barker and Lambert went swinging on through the slushy grass of Kensington Gardens. Then Auberon resumed.
“That story,” he said reverently3, “is the test of humour.”
They walked on further and faster, wading4 through higher grass as they began to climb a slope.
“I perceive,” continued Auberon, “that you have passed the test, and consider the anecdote5 excruciatingly funny; since you say nothing. Only coarse humour is received with pot-house applause. The great anecdote is received in silence, like a benediction6. You felt pretty benedicted, didn’t you, Barker?”
“I saw the point,” said Barker, somewhat loftily.
“Do you know,” said Quin, with a sort of idiot gaiety, “I have lots of stories as good as that. Listen to this one.”
And he slightly cleared his throat.
“Dr. Polycarp was, as you all know, an unusually sallow bimetallist. ‘There,’ people of wide experience would say, ‘There goes the sallowest bimetallist in Cheshire.’ Once this was said so that he overheard it: it was said by an actuary, under a sunset of mauve and grey. Polycarp turned upon him. ‘Sallow!’ he cried fiercely, ‘sallow! Quis tulerit Gracchos de seditione querentes.‘ It was said that no actuary ever made game of Dr. Polycarp again.”
Barker nodded with a simple sagacity. Lambert only grunted7.
“Here is another,” continued the insatiable Quin. “In a hollow of the grey-green hills of rainy Ireland, lived an old, old woman, whose uncle was always Cambridge at the Boat Race. But in her grey-green hollows, she knew nothing of this: she didn’t know that there was a Boat Race. Also she did not know that she had an uncle. She had heard of nobody at all, except of George the First, of whom she had heard (I know not why), and in whose historical memory she put her simple trust. And by and by in God’s good time, it was discovered that this uncle of hers was not really her uncle, and they came and told her so. She smiled through her tears, and said only, ‘Virtue is its own reward.’”
Again there was a silence, and then Lambert said —
“It seems a bit mysterious.”
“Mysterious!” cried the other. “The true humour is mysterious. Do you not realise the chief incident of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries?”
“And what’s that?” asked Lambert, shortly.
“It is very simple,” replied the other. “Hitherto it was the ruin of a joke that people did not see it. Now it is the sublime9 victory of a joke that people do not see it. Humour, my friends, is the one sanctity remaining to mankind. It is the one thing you are thoroughly10 afraid of. Look at that tree.”
His interlocutors looked vaguely11 towards a beech12 that leant out towards them from the ridge8 of the hill.
“If,” said Mr. Quin, “I were to say that you did not see the great truths of science exhibited by that tree, though they stared any man of intellect in the face, what would you think or say? You would merely regard me as a pedant14 with some unimportant theory about vegetable cells. If I were to say that you did not see in that tree the vile15 mismanagement of local politics, you would dismiss me as a Socialist16 crank with some particular fad17 about public parks. If I were to say that you were guilty of the supreme18 blasphemy19 of looking at that tree and not seeing in it a new religion, a special revelation of God, you would simply say I was a mystic, and think no more about me. But if”— and he lifted a pontifical20 hand —“if I say that you cannot see the humour of that tree, and that I see the humour of it — my God! you will roll about at my feet.”
He paused a moment, and then resumed.
“Yes; a sense of humour, a weird21 and delicate sense of humour, is the new religion of mankind! It is towards that men will strain themselves with the asceticism22 of saints. Exercises, spiritual exercises, will be set in it. It will be asked, ‘Can you see the humour of this iron railing?’ or ‘Can you see the humour of this field of corn? Can you see the humour of the stars? Can you see the humour of the sunsets?’ How often I have laughed myself to sleep over a violet sunset.”
“Quite so,” said Mr. Barker, with an intelligent embarrassment23.
“Let me tell you another story. How often it happens that the M.P.’s for Essex are less punctual than one would suppose. The least punctual Essex M.P., perhaps, was James Wilson, who said, in the very act of plucking a poppy —”
Lambert suddenly faced round and struck his stick into the ground in a defiant24 attitude.
“Auberon,” he said, “chuck it. I won’t stand it. It’s all bosh.”
Both men stared at him, for there was something very explosive about the words, as if they had been corked25 up painfully for a long time.
“You have,” began Quin, “no —”
“I don’t care a curse,” said Lambert, violently, “whether I have ‘a delicate sense of humour’ or not. I won’t stand it. It’s all a confounded fraud. There’s no joke in those infernal tales at all. You know there isn’t as well as I do.”
“Well,” replied Quin, slowly, “it is true that I, with my rather gradual mental processes, did not see any joke in them. But the finer sense of Barker perceived it.”
Barker turned a fierce red, but continued to stare at the horizon.
“You ass,” said Lambert; “why can’t you be like other people? Why can’t you say something really funny, or hold your tongue? The man who sits on his hat in a pantomime is a long sight funnier than you are.”
Quin regarded him steadily26. They had reached the top of the ridge and the wind struck their faces.
“Lambert,” said Auberon, “you are a great and good man, though I’m hanged if you look it. You are more. You are a great revolutionist or deliverer of the world, and I look forward to seeing you carved in marble between Luther and Danton, if possible in your present attitude, the hat slightly on one side. I said as I came up the hill that the new humour was the last of the religions. You have made it the last of the superstitions27. But let me give you a very serious warning. Be careful how you ask me to do anything outré, to imitate the man in the pantomime, and to sit on my hat. Because I am a man whose soul has been emptied of all pleasures but folly28. And for twopence I’d do it.”
“Do it, then,” said Lambert, swinging his stick impatiently. “It would be funnier than the bosh you and Barker talk.”
Quin, standing29 on the top of the hill, stretched his hand out towards the main avenue of Kensington Gardens.
“Two hundred yards away,” he said, “are all your fashionable acquaintances with nothing on earth to do but to stare at each other and at us. We are standing upon an elevation30 under the open sky, a peak as it were of fantasy, a Sinai of humour. We are in a great pulpit or platform, lit up with sunlight, and half London can see us. Be careful how you suggest things to me. For there is in me a madness which goes beyond martyrdom, the madness of an utterly31 idle man.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” said Lambert, contemptuously. “I only know I’d rather you stood on your silly head, than talked so much.”
“Auberon! for goodness’ sake. . . . ” cried Barker, springing forward; but he was too late. Faces from all the benches and avenues were turned in their direction. Groups stopped and small crowds collected; and the sharp sunlight picked out the whole scene in blue, green and black, like a picture in a child’s toy-book. And on the top of the small hill Mr. Auberon Quin stood with considerable athletic32 neatness upon his head, and waved his patent-leather boots in the air.
“For God’s sake, Quin, get up, and don’t be an idiot,” cried Barker, wringing33 his hands; “we shall have the whole town here.”
“Yes, get up, get up, man,” said Lambert, amused and annoyed. “I was only fooling; get up.”
Auberon did so with a bound, and flinging his hat higher than the trees, proceeded to hop34 about on one leg with a serious expression. Barker stamped wildly.
“Oh, let’s get home, Barker, and leave him,” said Lambert; “some of your proper and correct police will look after him. Here they come!”
Two grave-looking men in quiet uniforms came up the hill towards them. One held a paper in his hand.
“There he is, officer,” said Lambert, cheerfully; “we ain’t responsible for him.”
The officer looked at the capering35 Mr. Quin with a quiet eye.
“We have not come, gentlemen,” he said, “about what I think you are alluding36 to. We have come from head-quarters to announce the selection of His Majesty37 the King. It is the rule, inherited from the old régime, that the news should be brought to the new Sovereign immediately, wherever he is; so we have followed you across Kensington Gardens.”
Barker’s eyes were blazing in his pale face. He was consumed with ambition throughout his life. With a certain dull magnanimity of the intellect he had really believed in the chance method of selecting despots. But this sudden suggestion, that the selection might have fallen upon him, unnerved him with pleasure.
“Which of us,” he began, and the respectful official interrupted him.
“Not you, sir, I am sorry to say. If I may be permitted to say so, we know your services to the Government, and should be very thankful if it were. The choice has fallen. . . . ”
“God bless my soul!” said Lambert, jumping back two paces. “Not me. Don’t say I’m autocrat38 of all the Russias.”
“No, sir,” said the officer, with a slight cough and a glance towards Auberon, who was at that moment putting his head between his legs and making a noise like a cow; “the gentleman whom we have to congratulate seems at the moment — er — er — occupied.”
“Not Quin!” shrieked39 Barker, rushing up to him; “it can’t be. Auberon, for God’s sake pull yourself together. You’ve been made King!”
With his head still upside down between his legs, Mr. Quin answered modestly —
“I am not worthy40. I cannot reasonably claim to equal the great men who have previously41 swayed the sceptre of Britain. Perhaps the only peculiarity42 that I can claim is that I am probably the first monarch43 that ever spoke44 out his soul to the people of England with his head and body in this position. This may in some sense give me, to quote a poem that I wrote in my youth —
A nobler office on the earth
Than valour, power of brain, or birth
Could give the warrior45 kings of old.
The intellect clarified by this posture46 —”
Lambert and Barker made a kind of rush at him.
“Don’t you understand?” cried Lambert. “It’s not a joke. They’ve really made you King. By gosh! they must have rum taste.”
“The great Bishops47 of the Middle Ages,” said Quin, kicking his legs in the air, as he was dragged up more or less upside down, “were in the habit of refusing the honour of election three times and then accepting it. A mere13 matter of detail separates me from those great men. I will accept the post three times and refuse it afterwards. Oh! I will toil48 for you, my faithful people! You shall have a banquet of humour.”
By this time he had been landed the right way up, and the two men were still trying in vain to impress him with the gravity of the situation.
“Did you not tell me, Wilfrid Lambert,” he said, “that I should be of more public value if I adopted a more popular form of humour? And when should a popular form of humour be more firmly riveted49 upon me than now, when I have become the darling of a whole people? Officer,” he continued, addressing the startled messenger, “are there no ceremonies to celebrate my entry into the city?”
“Ceremonies,” began the official, with embarrassment, “have been more or less neglected for some little time, and —”
Auberon Quin began gradually to take off his coat.
“All ceremony,” he said, “consists in the reversal of the obvious. Thus men, when they wish to be priests or judges, dress up like women. Kindly50 help me on with this coat.” And he held it out.
“But, your Majesty,” said the officer, after a moment’s bewilderment and manipulation, “you’re putting it on with the tails in front.”
“The reversal of the obvious,” said the King, calmly, “is as near as we can come to ritual with our imperfect apparatus51. Lead on.”
The rest of that afternoon and evening was to Barker and Lambert a nightmare, which they could not properly realise or recall. The King, with his coat on the wrong way, went towards the streets that were awaiting him, and the old Kensington Palace which was the Royal residence. As he passed small groups of men, the groups turned into crowds, and gave forth52 sounds which seemed strange in welcoming an autocrat. Barker walked behind, his brain reeling, and, as the crowds grew thicker and thicker, the sounds became more and more unusual. And when he had reached the great market-place opposite the church, Barker knew that he had reached it, though he was roods behind, because a cry went up such as had never before greeted any of the kings of the earth.
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blasphemy
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