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Arnold Bennett</h1> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr class="full" /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<h1>MR. PROHACK</h1> +<h1>BY</h1> +<h2>ARNOLD BENNETT</h2> +<h3>AUTHOR OF "CLAYHANGER," ETC. +</h3> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /> +<br /> +<a name="CONTENTS"></a> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">CHAPTER<br /> +</span> +<br /> +<table style="text-align: left; width: 65%;" border="0" cellspacing="0" + cellpadding="0" summary="Contents"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">I<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_I'>THE NEW POOR</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">II<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_II'>FROM THE DEAD</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">III<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_III'>THE LAW</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">IV<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_IV'>EVE'S HEADACHE</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">V<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_V'>CHARLIE</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">VI<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_VI'>SISSIE</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">VII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_VII'>THE SYMPATHETIC QUACK</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">VIII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_VIII'>SISSIE'S BUSINESS</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">IX<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_IX'>COLLISION</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">X<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_X'>THE THEORY OF IDLENESS</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XI<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XI'>NEURASTHENIA CURED</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XII'>THE PRACTICE OF IDLENESS</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XIII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XIII'>FURTHER IDLENESS</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XIV<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XIV'>END OF AN IDLE DAY</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XV<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XV'>THE HEAVY FATHER</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XVI<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XVI'>TRANSFER OF MIMI</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XVII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XVII'>ROMANCE</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XVIII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XVIII'>A HOMELESS NIGHT</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XIX<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XIX'>THE RECEPTION</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XX<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XX'>THE SILENT TOWER</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XXI<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XXI'>EVE'S MARTYRDOM</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XXII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XXII'>MR. PROHACK'S TRIUMPH</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td style="vertical-align: top;">XXIII<br /> + </td> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIII'>THE YACHT</a><br /> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> +</table> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<a name="CHAPTER_I"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h2>THE NEW POOR</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>Arthur Charles Prohack came downstairs at eight thirty, as +usual, and found breakfast ready in the empty dining-room. This +pleased him, because there was nothing in life he hated more than +to be hurried. For him, hell was a place of which the inhabitants +always had an eye on the clock and the clock was always further +advanced than they had hoped.</p> +<p>The dining-room, simply furnished with reproductions of chaste +Chippendale, and chilled to the uncomfortable low temperature +that hardy Britons pretend to enjoy, formed part of an unassailably +correct house of mid-Victorian style and antiquity; and the house +formed part of an unassailably correct square just behind Hyde +Park Gardens. (Taxi-drivers, when told the name of the square, +had to reflect for a fifth of a second before they could recall its +exact situation.)</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was a fairly tall man, with a big head, big features, +and a beard. His characteristic expression denoted benevolence +based on an ironic realisation of the humanity of human nature. +He was forty-six years of age and looked it. He had been for +more than twenty years at the Treasury, in which organism he +had now attained a certain importance. He was a Companion +of the Bath. He exulted in the fact that the Order of the Bath +took precedence of those bumptious Orders, Star of India, St. +Michael and St. George, Indian Empire, Royal Victorian and +British Empire; but he laughed at his wife for so exulting. If +the matter happened to be mentioned he would point out that in +the table of precedence Companions of the Bath ranked immediately +below Masters in Lunacy.</p> +<p>He was proud of the Treasury's war record. Other departments +of State had swollen to amazing dimensions during the war. The +Treasury, while its work had been multiplied a hundredfold, had +increased its personnel by only a negligible percentage. It was +the cheapest of all the departments, the most efficient, and the +most powerful. The War Office, the Admiralty, and perhaps one +other department presided over by a personality whom the Prime +Minister feared, did certainly defy and even ignore the Treasury. +But the remaining departments (and especially the "mushroom +ministries") might scheme as much as they liked,—they could do +nothing until the Treasury had approved their enterprises. Modest +Mr. Prohack was among the chief arbiters of destiny for them. +He had daily sat in a chair by himself and approved or disapproved +according to his conscience and the rules of the Exchequer; +and his fiats, in practice, had gone forth as the fiats +of the Treasury. Moreover he could not be bullied, for he was +full of the sense that the whole constitution and moral force of +the British Empire stood waiting to back him. Scarcely known +beyond the Treasury, within the Treasury he had acquired a +reputation as "the terror of the departments." Several times +irritated Ministers or their high subordinates had protested that +the Treasury's (Mr. Prohack's) passion for rules, its demands for +scientific evidence, and its sceptical disposition were losing the +war. Mr. Prohack had, in effect retorted: "Departmentally considered, +losing the war is a detail." He had retorted: "Wild cats +will not win the war." And he had retorted: "I know nothing +but my duty."</p> +<p>In the end the war was not lost, and Mr. Prohack reckoned that +he personally, by the exercise of courage in the face of grave +danger, had saved to the country five hundred and forty-six millions +of the country's money. At any rate he had exercised a real influence +over the conduct of the war. On one occasion, a chief +being absent, he had had to answer a summons to the Inner Cabinet. +Of this occasion he had remarked to his excited wife: "They +were far more nervous than I was."</p> +<p>Despite all this, the great public had never heard of him. His +portrait had never appeared in the illustrated papers. His wife's +portrait, as "War-worker and wife of a great official," had never +appeared in the illustrated papers. No character sketch of him +had ever been printed. His opinions on any subject had never +been telephonically or otherwise demanded by the editors of up-to-date +dailies. His news-value indeed was absolutely nil. In <i>Who's +Who</i> he had only four lines of space.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack's breakfast consisted of bacon, dry toast, coffee, +marmalade, <i>The Times</i> and <i>The Daily Picture</i>. The latter +was +full of brides and bridegrooms, football, enigmatic murder trials, +young women in their fluffy underclothes, medicines, pugilists, +cinema stars, the biggest pumpkin of the season, uplift, and inspired +prophecy concerning horses and company shares; together +with a few brief unillustrated notes about civil war in Ireland, +famine in Central Europe, and the collapse of realms.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Ah! So I've caught you!" said his wife, coming brightly into +the room. She was a buxom woman of forty-three. Her black +hair was elaborately done for the day, but she wore a roomy peignoir +instead of a frock; it was Chinese, in the Imperial yellow, +inconceivably embroidered with flora, fauna, and grotesques. She +always thus visited her husband at breakfast, picking bits off his +plate like a bird, and proving to him that her chief preoccupation +was ever his well-being and the satisfaction of his capricious +tastes.</p> +<p>"Many years ago," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"You make a fuss about buying <i>The Daily Picture</i> for me. You +say it humiliates you to see it in the house, and I don't know what. +But I catch you reading it yourself, and before you've opened <i>The +Times</i>! Dear, dear! That bacon's a cinder and I daren't say anything +to her."</p> +<p>"Lady," replied Mr. Prohack, "we all have something base in +our natures. Sin springs from opportunity. I cannot resist the +damned paper." And he stuck his fork into the fair frock-coat of +a fatuous bridegroom coming out of church.</p> +<p>"My fault again!" the wife remarked brightly.</p> +<p>The husband changed the subject:</p> +<p>"I suppose that your son and daughter are still asleep?"</p> +<p>"Well, dearest, you know that they were both at that dance last +night."</p> +<p>"They ought not to have been. The popular idea that life is a +shimmy is a dangerous illusion." Mr. Prohack felt the epigram +to be third-rate, but he carried it off lightly.</p> +<p>"Sissie only went because Charlie wanted to go, and all I can +say is that it's a nice thing if Charlie isn't to be allowed to enjoy +himself now the war's over—after all he's been through."</p> +<p>"You're mixing up two quite different things. I bet that if +Charlie committed murder you'd go into the witness-box and tell +the judge he'd been wounded twice and won the Military Cross."</p> +<p>"This is one of your pernickety mornings."</p> +<p>"Seeing that your debauched children woke me up at three +fifteen—!"</p> +<p>"They woke me up too."</p> +<p>"That's different. You can go to sleep again. I can't. You +rather like being wakened up, because you take a positively sensual +pleasure in turning over and going to sleep again."</p> +<p>"You hate me for that."</p> +<p>"I do."</p> +<p>"I make you very unhappy sometimes, don't I?"</p> +<p>"Eve, you are a confounded liar, and you know it. You have +never caused me a moment's unhappiness. You may annoy me. +You may exasperate me. You are frequently unspeakable. But +you have never made me unhappy. And why? Because I am one +of the few exponents of romantic passion left in this city. My +passion for you transcends my reason. I am a fool, but I am a +magnificent fool. And the greatest miracle of modern times is +that after twenty-four years of marriage you should be able to give +me pleasure by perching your stout body on the arm of my chair +as you are doing."</p> +<p>"Arthur, I'm not stout."</p> +<p>"Yes, you are. You're enormous. But hang it, I'm such a +morbid fool I like you enormous."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack, smiling mysteriously, remarked in a casual tone, +as she looked at <i>The Daily Picture</i>:</p> +<p>"Why <i>do</i> people let their photographs get into the papers? +It's +awfully vulgar."</p> +<p>"It is. But we're all vulgar to-day. Look at that!" He pointed +to the page. "The granddaughter of a duke who refused the +hand of a princess sells her name and her face to a firm of ship-owners +who keep newspapers like their grandfathers kept pigeons.... +But perhaps I'm only making a noise like a man of fifty."</p> +<p>"You aren't fifty."</p> +<p>"I'm five hundred. And this coffee is remarkably thin."</p> +<p>"Let me taste it."</p> +<p>"Yes, you'd rob me of my coffee now!" said Mr. Prohack, surrendering +his cup. "Is it thin, or isn't it? I pride myself on +living the higher life; my stomach is not my inexorable deity; but +even on the mountain top which I inhabit there must be a limit +to the thinness of the coffee."</p> +<p>Eve (as he called her, after the mother and prototype of all +women—her earthly name was Marian) sipped the coffee. She +wrinkled her forehead and then glanced at him in trouble.</p> +<p>"Yes, it's thin," she said. "But I've had to ration the cook. +Oh, Arthur, I <i>am</i> going to make you unhappy after all. It's +impossible +for me to manage any longer on the housekeeping allowance."</p> +<p>"Why didn't you tell me before, child?"</p> +<p>"I have told you 'before,'" said she. "If you hadn't happened to +mention the coffee, I mightn't have said anything for another +fortnight. +You started to give me more money in June, and you said +that was the utmost limit you could go to, and I believed it was. +But it isn't enough. I hate to bother you, and I feel ashamed—"</p> +<p>"That's ridiculous. Why should you feel ashamed?"</p> +<p>"Well, I'm like that."</p> +<p>"You're revelling in your own virtuousness, my girl. Now in +last week's <i>Economist</i> it said that the Index Number of +commodity +prices had slightly fallen these last few weeks."</p> +<p>"I don't know anything about indexes and the <i>Economist</i>," Eve +retorted. "But I know what coffee is a pound, and I know what +the tradesmen's books are—"</p> +<p>At this point she cried without warning.</p> +<p>"No," murmured Mr. Prohack, soothingly, caressingly. "You +mustn't baptise me. I couldn't bear it." And he kissed her +eyes.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>"I <i>know</i> we can't afford any more for housekeeping," she +whispered, +sniffing damply. "And I'm ashamed I can't manage, and I +knew I should make you unhappy. What with idle and greedy +working-men, and all these profiteers...! It's a shame!"</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "It's what our Charlie fought for, +and got wounded twice for, and won the M.C. for. That's what +it is. But you see we're the famous salaried middle-class that you +read so much about in the papers, and we're going through the +famous process of being crushed between the famous upper and +nether millstones. Those millstones have been approaching each +other—and us—for some time. Now they've begun to nip. That +funny feeling in your inside that's causing you still to baptise +me, in spite of my protest—that's the first real nip."</p> +<p>She caught her breath.</p> +<p>"Arthur," she said. "If you go on like that I shall scream."</p> +<p>"Do," Mr. Prohack encouraged her. "But of course not too +loud. At the same time don't forget that I'm a humourist. +Humourists make jokes when they're happy, and when they're +unhappy they make jokes."</p> +<p>"But it's horribly serious."</p> +<p>"Horribly."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack slipped off the arm of the chair. Her body +seemed to vibrate within the Chinese gown, and she effervesced +into an ascending and descending series of sustained laughs.</p> +<p>"That's hysteria," said Mr. Prohack. "And if you don't stop +I shall be reluctantly compelled to throw the coffee over you. +Water would be better, but there is none."</p> +<p>Then Eve ceased suddenly.</p> +<p>"To think," she remarked with calmness, "that you're called +the Terror of the Departments, and you're a great authority on +finance, and you've been in the Government service for nearly +twenty-five years, and always done your duty—"</p> +<p>"Child," Mr. Prohack interrupted her. "Don't tell me what I +know. And try not to be surprised at any earthly phenomena. +There are people who are always being astonished by the most +familiar things. They live on earth as if they'd just dropped +from Mars on to a poor foreign planet. It's not a sign of commonsense. +You've lived on earth now for—shall we say?—some +twenty-nine or thirty years, and if you don't know the place you +ought to. I assure you that there is nothing at all unusual in our +case. We are perfectly innocent; we are even praiseworthy; and +yet—we shall have to suffer. It's quite a common case. You've +read of thousands and millions of such cases; you've heard of lots +personally; and you've actually met a few. Well, now, you yourself +<i>are</i> a case. That's all."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack said impatiently:</p> +<p>"I consider the Government's treated you shamefully. Why, +we're much worse off than we were before the war."</p> +<p>"The Government has treated me shamefully. But then it's +treated hundreds of thousands of men shamefully. All Governments +do."</p> +<p>"But we have a position to keep up!"</p> +<p>"True. That's where the honest poor have the advantage of us. +You see, we're the dishonest poor. We've been to the same schools +and universities and we talk the same idiom and we have the same +manners and like the same things as people who spend more in a +month or a week than we spend in a year. And we pretend, and +they pretend, that they and we are exactly the same. We aren't, +you know. We're one vast pretence. Has it occurred to you, +lady, that we've never possessed a motor-car and most certainly +never shall possess one? Yet look at the hundreds of thousands +of cars in London alone! And not a single one of them ours! +This detail may have escaped you."</p> +<p>"I wish you wouldn't be silly, Arthur."</p> +<p>"I am not silly. On the contrary, my real opinion is that I'm +the wisest man you ever met in your life—not excepting your son. +It remains that we're a pretence. A pretence resembles a bladder. +It may burst. We probably shall burst. Still, we have one +great advantage over the honest poor, who sometimes have no income +at all; and also over the rich, who never can tell how big +their incomes are going to be. <i>We know exactly where we are</i>. +We know to the nearest sixpence."</p> +<p>"I don't see that that helps us. I consider the Government has +treated you shamefully. I wonder you important men in the +Treasury haven't formed a Trade Union before now."</p> +<p>"Oh, Eve! After all you've said about Trade Unions this last +year! You shock me! We shall never he properly treated until +we do form a Trade Union. But we shall never form a Trade +Union, because we're too proud. And we'd sooner see our children +starve than yield in our pride. That's a fact."</p> +<p>"There's one thing—we can't move into a cheaper house."</p> +<p>"No," Mr. Prohack concurred. "Because there isn't one."</p> +<p>Years earlier Mr. Prohack had bought the long lease of his +house from the old man who, according to the logical London +system, had built the house upon somebody else's land on the condition +that he paid rent for the land and in addition gave the +house to the somebody else at the end of a certain period as a free +gift. By a payment of twelve pounds per annum Mr. Prohack +was safe for forty years yet and he calculated that in forty years +the ownership of the house would be a matter of some indifference +both to him and to his wife.</p> +<p>"Well, as you're so desperately wise, perhaps you'll kindly tell +me what we <i>are</i> to do."</p> +<p>"I might borrow money on my insurance policy—and speculate," +said Mr. Prohack gravely.</p> +<p>"Oh! Arthur! Do you really think you—" Marian showed +a wild gleam of hope.</p> +<p>"Or I might throw the money into the Serpentine," Mr. Prohack +added.</p> +<p>"Oh! Arthur! I could kill you. I never know how to take +you."</p> +<p>"No, you never do. That's the worst of a woman like you marrying +a man like me."</p> +<p>They discussed devices. One servant fewer. No holiday. Cinemas +instead of theatres. No books. No cigarettes. No taxis. +No clothes. No meat. No telephone. No friends. They reached +no conclusion. Eve referred to Adam's great Treasury mind. +Adam said that his great Treasury mind should function on the +problem during the day, and further that the problem must be +solved that very night.</p> +<p>"I'll tell you one thing I shall do," said Mrs. Prohack in a decided +tone as Mr. Prohack left the table. "I shall countermand +Sissie'a new frock."</p> +<p>"If you do I shall divorce you," was the reply.</p> +<p>"But why?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack answered:</p> +<p>"In 1917 I saw that girl in dirty overalls driving a thundering +great van down Whitehall. Yesterday I met her in her foolish +high heels and her shocking openwork stockings and her negligible +dress and her exposed throat and her fur stole, and she was so +delicious and so absurd and so futile and so sure of her power +that—that—well, +you aren't going to countermand any new frock. +That chit has the right to ruin me—not because of anything she's +done, but because she <i>is</i>. I am ready to commit peccadilloes, +but +not crimes. Good morning, my dove."</p> +<p>And at the door, discreetly hiding her Chinese raiment behind +the door, Eve said, as if she had only just thought of it, though +she had been thinking of it for quite a quarter of an hour:</p> +<p>"Darling, there's your clubs."</p> +<p>"What about my clubs?"</p> +<p>"Don't they cost you a lot of money?"</p> +<p>"No. Besides I lunch at my clubs—better and cheaper than at +any restaurant. And I shouldn't have time to come home for +lunch."</p> +<p>"But do you need two clubs?"</p> +<p>"I've always belonged to two clubs. Every one does."</p> +<p>"But why <i>two</i>?"</p> +<p>"A fellow must have a club up his sleeve."</p> +<p>"<i>Couldn't</i> you give up one?"</p> +<p>"Lady, it's unthinkable. You don't know what you're suggesting. +Abandon one of my clubs that my father put me up for +when I was a boy! I'd as soon join a Trade Union. No! My +innocent but gluttonous children shall starve first."</p> +<p>"I shall give up <i>my</i> club!"</p> +<p>"Ah! But that's different."</p> +<p>"How is it different?" +"You scarcely ever speak to a soul in your club. The food's +bad in your club. They drink liqueurs before dinner at your +club. I've seen 'em. Your club's full every night of the most +formidable spinsters each eating at a table alone. Give up your +club by all means. Set fire to it and burn it down. But don't +count the act as a renunciation. You hate your club. Good +morning, my dove."</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>One advantage of the situation of Mr. Prohack's house was that +his path therefrom to the Treasury lay almost entirely through +verdant parks—Hyde Park, the Green Park, St. James's Park. +Not infrequently he referred to the advantage in terms of bland +satisfaction. True, in wet weather the advantage became a disadvantage.</p> +<p>During his walk through verdant parks that morning, the Terror +of the Departments who habitually thought in millions was very +gloomy. Something resembling death was in his heart. Humiliation +also was certainly in his heart, for he felt that, no matter +whose the fault, he was failing in the first duty of a man. He +raged against the Chancellor of the Exchequer. He sliced off the +head of the Chancellor of the Exchequer with his stick. (But it +was only an innocent autumn wildflower, perilously blooming.) +And the tang in the air foretold the approach of winter and the +grip of winter—the hell of the poor.</p> +<p>Near Whitehall he saw the advertisement of a firm of +shop-specialists:</p> +<p>"BRING YOUR BUSINESS TROUBLES TO US."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_II"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<h2><b>FROM THE DEAD</b></h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Well, Milton, had a good holiday?" said Mr. Prohack to the +hall-porter on entering his chief club for lunch that day.</p> +<p>"No, sir," said the hall-porter, who was a realist.</p> +<p>"Ah, well," said Mr. Prohack soothingly. "Perhaps not a bad +thing. There's nothing like an unsatisfactory holiday for reconciling +us all to a life of toil, is there?"</p> +<p>"No, sir," said Milton, impassively, and added: "Mr. Bishop has +just called to see you, sir. I told him you'd probably be in shortly. +He said he wouldn't wait but he might look in again."</p> +<p>"Thanks," said Mr. Prohack. "If he does, I shall be either in +the coffee-room or upstairs."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack walked into the majestic interior of the Club, which +had been closed, rather later than usual, for its annual cleaning. +He savoured anew and more sharply the beauty and stateliness of +its architecture, the elaboration of its conveniences, the severe +splendour of its luxury. And he saw familiar and congenial faces, +and on every face was a mild joy similar to the joy which he himself +experienced in the reopening of the Club. And he was deliciously +aware of the "club feeling," unlike, and more agreeable +than, any other atmosphere of an organism in the world.</p> +<p>The Club took no time at all to get into its stride after the +closure. It opened its doors and was instantly its full self. For +hundreds of grave men in and near London had risen that very +morning from their beds uplifted by the radiant thought: "To-day +I can go to the Club again." Mr. Prohack had long held that the +noblest, the most civilised achievement of the British character +was not the British Empire, nor the House of Commons, nor the +steam-engine, nor aniline dyes, nor the music-hall, but a good +West End club. And somehow at the doors of a good West End +club there was an invisible magic sieve, through which the human +body could pass but through which human worries could not pass.</p> +<p>This morning, however, Mr. Prohack perceived that one worry +could pass through the sieve, namely a worry concerning the Club +itself.... Give up the Club? Was the sacrifice to be consummated? +Impossible! Could he picture himself strolling down +St. James's Street without the right to enter the sacred gates—save +as a guest? And supposing he entered as a guest, could he +bear the hall-porter to say to him: "If you'll take a seat, sir, I'll +send and see if Mr. Blank is in the Club. What name, sir?" Impossible! +Yet Milton would be capable of saying just that. Milton +would never pardon a defection.... Well, then, he must give +up the other club. But the other—and smaller—Club had great +qualities of its own. Indeed it was indispensable. And could he +permit the day to dawn on which he would no longer be entitled +to refer to "my other club"? Impossible! Nevertheless he had +decided to give up his other club. He must give it up, if only to +keep even with his wife. The monetary saving would be unimportant, +but the act would be spectacular. And Mr. Prohack perfectly +comprehended the value of the spectacular in existence.</p> +<br /> +<h2>II</h2> +<p>He sat down to lunch among half a dozen cronies at one of the +larger tables in a window-embrasure of the vaulted coffee-room +with its precious portrait of that historic clubman, Charles James +Fox, and he ordered himself the cheapest meal that the menu +could offer, and poured himself out a glass of water.</p> +<p>"Same old menu!" remarked savagely Mr. Prohack's great +crony, Sir Paul Spinner, the banker, who suffered from carbuncles +and who always drove over from the city in the middle of +the day.</p> +<p>"Here's old Paul grumbling again!" said Sims of Downing +Street. "After all, this is the best club in London."</p> +<p>"It certainly is," said Mr. Prohack, "when it's closed. During +the past four weeks this club has been the most perfect institution +on the face of the earth."</p> +<p>They all laughed. And they began recounting to each other +the unparalleled miseries and indignities which such of them as +had remained in London had had to endure in the clubs that had +"extended their hospitality" to members of the closed club. The +catalogue of ills was terrible. Yes, there was only one club deserving +of the name.</p> +<p>"Still," said Sir Paul. "They might give us a rest from prunes +and rice."</p> +<p>"This club," said Mr. Prohack, "like all other clubs, is managed +by a committee of Methuselahs who can only digest prunes and +rice." And after a lot more talk about the idiosyncrasies of clubs +he said, with a casual air: "For myself, I belong to too many +clubs."</p> +<p>Said Hunter, a fellow official of the Treasury:</p> +<p>"But I thought you only had two clubs, Arthur."</p> +<p>"Only two. But it's one too many. In fact I'm not sure if it +isn't two too many."</p> +<p>"Are you getting disgusted with human nature?" Sims suggested.</p> +<p>"No," said Mr. Prohack. "I'm getting hard up. I've committed +the greatest crime in the world. I've committed poverty. And I +feel guilty."</p> +<p>And the truth was that he did feel guilty. He was entirely +innocent; he was a victim; he had left undone nothing that he +ought to have done; but he felt guilty, thus proving that poverty +is indeed seriously a crime and that those who in sardonic jest +describe it as a crime are deeper philosophers than they suppose.</p> +<p>"Never say die," smiled the monocled Mixon, a publisher of +scientific works, and began to inveigh against the Government as +an ungrateful and unscrupulous employer and exploiter of dutiful +men in an inferno of rising prices. But the rest thought Mixon +unhappy in his choice of topic. Hunter of the Treasury said +nothing. What was there to say that would not tend to destroy +the true club atmosphere? Even the beloved Prohack had perhaps +failed somewhat in tact. They all understood, they all +mildly sympathised, but they could do no more—particularly in a +miscellaneous assemblage of eight members. No, they felt a certain +constraint; and in a club constraint should be absolutely unknown. +Some of them glanced uneasily about the crowded, chattering +room.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>It was then, that a remarkable coincidence occurred.</p> +<p>"I saw Bishop at Inverness last week," said Sir Paul Spinner +to Mr. Prohack, apropos of nothing whatever. "Seems he's got +a big moor this year in Sutherlandshire. So I suppose he's recovered +from his overdose of shipping shares."</p> +<p>Bishop (Fred Ferrars) was a financier with a cheerful, negligent +attitude towards the insecurities and uncertainties of a speculative +existence. He was also a close friend of Prohack, of Sir +Paul, and of several others at the table, and a member of Prohack's +secondary club, though not of his primary club.</p> +<p>"That's strange," said Mr. Prohack. "I hear he's in London."</p> +<p>"He most positively isn't in London," said Sir Paul. "He's +not coming back until November."</p> +<p>"Then that shows how little the evidence of the senses can be +relied upon," remarked Mr. Prohack gently. "According to the +hall-porter he called here for me a few minutes ago, and he may +call again."</p> +<p>The banker grunted. "The deuce he did! Does that mean he's +in some fresh trouble, I wonder?"</p> +<p>At the same moment a page-girl, the smart severity of whose +uniform was mitigated by a pig-tail and a bow of ribbon, approached +Mr. Prohack's chair, and, bending her young head to his +ear, delivered to him with the manner of a bearer of formidable +secrets:</p> +<p>"Mr. Bishop to see you, sir."</p> +<p>"There he is!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack. "Now he's bound to +want lunch. Why on earth can't we bring guests in here? Waitress, +have the lunch I've ordered served in the guests' dining-room, +please.... No doubt Bishop and I'll see you chaps upstairs +later."</p> +<p>He went off to greet and welcome Bishop, full of joy at the +prospect of tasting anew the rich personality of his old friend. +It is true that he had a qualm about the expense of standing +Bishop a lunch—a fellow who relished his food and drink and +could distinguish between the best and the second best; but on +the other hand he could talk very freely to Bishop concerning +the crisis in which he found himself; and he knew that Bishop +would not allow Bishop's affairs, however troublesome they might +be, unduly to bother <i>him</i>.</p> +<p>Bishop was not on the bench in the hall where visitors were +appointed to wait. Only one man was on the bench, a spectacled, +red-faced person. Mr. Prohack glanced about. Then the page-girl +pointed to the spectacled person, who jumped up and approached +Mr. Prohack somewhat effusively.</p> +<p>"How d'ye do, Prohack?"</p> +<p>"Well, <i>Bishop</i>!" Mr. Prohack responded. "It's <i>you</i>!"</p> +<p>It was another Bishop, a Bishop whom he had forgotten, a +Bishop who had resigned from the club earlier and disappeared. +Mr. Prohack did not like him. Mr. Prohack said to himself: +"This fellow is after something, and I always knew he was an +adventurer."</p> +<p>"Funny feeling it gives you to be asked to wait in the hall of +a club that you used to belong to!" said Bishop.</p> +<p>The apparently simple words, heavy with sinister significance, +sank like a depth-charge into Mr. Prohack's consciousness.</p> +<p>"Among other things," said Mr. Prohack to himself, "this fellow +is very obviously after a free lunch."</p> +<p>Now Mr. Prohack suffered from a strange form of insincerity, +which he had often unsuccessfully tried to cure, partly because +it advantaged unsympathetic acquaintances at his expense, and +partly because his wife produced unanswerable arguments against +it with mortal effect. Although an unconceited man (as men +go), and a very honest man, he could not help pretending to like +people whom he did not like. And he pretended with a histrionic +skill that deceived everybody—sometimes even himself. There +may have been some good-nature in this moral twist of his; but +he well knew that it originated chiefly in three morbid desires,—the +desire to please, the desire to do the easiest thing, and the +desire to nourish his reputation for amiability.</p> +<p>So that when the unexpected Mr. Bishop (whose Christian name +was Softly) said to him: "I won't keep you now. Only I was +passing and I want you to be kind enough to make an early appointment +with me at some time and place entirely convenient +to yourself," Mr. Prohack proceeded to persuade Mr. Bishop to +stay to lunch, there being no sort of reason in favour of such a +course, and various sound reasons against it. Mr. Prohack deceived +Mr. Softly Bishop as follows:</p> +<p>"No time and place like the present. You must stay to lunch. +This is your old club and you must stay to lunch."</p> +<p>"But you've begun your lunch," Bishop protested.</p> +<p>"I've not. The fact is, I was half expecting you to look in +again. The hall-porter told me...." And Mr. Prohack actually +patted Mr. Bishop on the shoulder—a trick he had. "Come now, +don't tell me you've got another lunch appointment. It's twenty-five +to two." And to himself, leading Mr. Bishop to the strangers' +dining-room, he said: "Why should I further my own execution +in this way?"</p> +<p>He ordered a lunch as copious and as costly as he would have +ordered for the other, the real Bishop. Powerful and vigorous in +some directions, Mr. Prohack's mentality was deplorably weak in +at least one other.</p> +<p>Mr. Softly Bishop was delighted with his reception, and Mr. +Prohack began to admit that Mr. Bishop had some personal charm. +Nevertheless when the partridge came, Mr. Prohack acidly reflected:</p> +<p>"I'm offering this fellow a portion of my daughter's new frock +on a charger!"</p> +<p>They talked of the club, Mr. Bishop as a former member being +surely entitled to learn all about it, and then they talked about +clubs in the United States, where Mr. Bishop had spent recent +years. But Mr. Bishop persisted in giving no hint of his business.</p> +<p>"It must be something rather big and annoying," thought Mr. +Prohack, and ordered another portion of his daughter's new frock +in the shape of excellent cigars.</p> +<p>"You don't mean to say we can smoke <i>here</i>," exclaimed Mr. +Bishop.</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "Not in the members' coffee-room, +but we can here. Stroke of genius on the part of the Committee! +You see it tends to keep guests out of the smoking-room, which +for a long time has been getting uncomfortably full after lunch."</p> +<p>"Good God!" murmured Mr. Bishop simply.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<br /> +<p>And he added at once, as he lighted the Corona Corona: "Well, +I'd better tell you what I've come to see you about. You remember +that chap, Silas Angmering?"</p> +<p>"Silas Angmering? Of course I do. Used to belong here. He +cleared off to America ages ago."</p> +<p>"He did. And you lent him a hundred pounds to help him to +clear off to America."</p> +<p>"Who told you?"</p> +<p>"He did," said Mr. Bishop, with a faint, mysterious smile.</p> +<p>"What's happened to him?"</p> +<p>"Oh! All sorts of things. He made a lot of money out of the +war. He established himself in Cincinnati. And there were +opportunities...."</p> +<p>"How came he to tell you that I'd lent him anything?" Mr. +Prohack interrupted sharply.</p> +<p>"I had business with him at one time—before the war and also +just after the war began. Indeed I was in partnership with him." +Mr. Bishop spoke with a measured soothing calmness.</p> +<p>"And you say he's made a lot of money out of the war. What +do you mean—a lot?"</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Bishop, looking at the tablecloth through his +glittering spectacles, "I mean a <i>lot</i>."</p> +<p>His tone was confidential; but then his tone was always +confidential. +He continued: "He's lost it all since."</p> +<p>"Pity he didn't pay me back my hundred pounds while he'd +got it! How did he lose his money?"</p> +<p>"In the same way as most rich men lose their money," answered +Mr. Bishop. "He died."</p> +<p>Although Mr. Prohack would have been capable of telling a +similar story in a manner very similar to Mr. Bishop's, he didn't +quite relish his guest's theatricality. It increased his suspicion +of his guest, and checked the growth of friendliness which the +lunch had favoured. Still, he perceived that there was a good +chance of getting his hundred pounds back, possibly with interest—and +the interest would mount up to fifty or sixty pounds. And +a hundred and fifty pounds appeared to him to be an enormous +sum. Then it occurred to him that probably Mr. Bishop was not +indeed "after" anything and that he had been unjust to Mr. +Bishop.</p> +<p>"Married?" he questioned, casually.</p> +<p>"Angmering? No. He never married. You know as well as +anybody, I expect, what sort of a card he was. No relations, +either."</p> +<p>"Then who's come into his money?"</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Bishop, with elaborate ease and smoothness +of quiet delivery. "I've come into some of it. And there was a +woman—actress sort of young thing—about whom perhaps the +less said the better—she's come into some of it. And you've come +into some of it. We share it in equal thirds."</p> +<p>"The deuce we do!"</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"How long's he been dead?"</p> +<p>"About five weeks or less. I sailed as soon as I could after he +was buried. I'd arranged before to come. I daresay I ought to +have stayed a bit longer, as I'm the executor under the will, but +I wanted to come, and I've got a very good lawyer over there—and +over here too. I landed this morning, and here I am. +Strictly speaking I suppose I should have cabled you. But it +seemed to me that I could explain better by word of mouth."</p> +<p>"I wish you would explain," said Mr. Prohack. "You say he's +been rich a long time, but he didn't pay his debt to me, and yet +he goes and makes a will leaving me a third of his fortune. +Wants some explaining, doesn't it?"</p> +<p>Mr. Bishop replied:</p> +<p>"It does and it doesn't. You knew he was a champion postponer, +poor old chap. Profoundly unbusinesslike. It's astonishing +how unbusinesslike successful men are! He was always meaning +to come to England to see you; but he never found time. He +constantly talked of you—"</p> +<p>"But do you know," Mr. Prohack intervened, "that from that +day to this I've never heard one single word from him? Not +even a picture-postcard. And what's more I've never heard a +single word <i>of</i> him."</p> +<p>"Just like Silas, that was! Just!... He died from a motor +accident. He was perfectly conscious and knew he'd only a few +hours to live. Spine. He made his will in hospital, and died +about a couple of hours after he'd made it. I wasn't there myself. +I was in New York."</p> +<p>"Well, well!" muttered Mr. Prohack. "Poor fellow! Well, +well! This is the most amazing tale I ever heard in my life."</p> +<p>"It <i>is</i> rather strange," Mr. Bishop compassionately admitted.</p> +<p>A silence fell—respectful to the memory of the dead. The members' +coffee-room seemed to Mr. Prohack to be a thousand miles +off, and the chat with his cronies at the table in the window-embrasure +to have happened a thousand years ago. His brain +was in anarchy, and waving like a flag above the anarchy was the +question: "How much did old Silas leave?" But the deceitful +fellow would not permit the question to utter itself,—he had +dominion over himself at any rate to that extent. He would not +break the silence; he would hide his intense curiosity; he would +force Softly Bishop to divulge the supreme fact upon his own +initiative.</p> +<p>And at length Mr. Bishop remarked, musingly:</p> +<p>"Yes. Thanks to the exchange being so low, you stand to receive +at the very least a hundred thousand pounds clear—after +all deductions have been made."</p> +<p>"Do I really?" said Mr. Prohack, also musingly.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_III"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h2>THE LAW</h2> +<br /> +<p>His tranquil tone disguised the immense anarchy within. Silas +Angmering had evidently been what is called a profiteer. He +had made his money "out of the war." And Silas was an Englishman. +While Englishmen, and—later—Americans, had given +up lives, sanity, fortunes, limbs, eyesight, health, Silas had gained +riches. There was nothing highly unusual in this. Mr. Prohack +had himself seen, in the very club in which he was now entertaining +Softly Bishop, a man who had left an arm in France +chatting and laughing with a man who had picked up over a +million pounds by following the great principle that a commodity +is worth what it will fetch when people want it very badly and +there is a shortage of it. Mr. Prohack too had often chatted and +laughed with this same picker-up of a million, who happened to +be a quite jolly and generous fellow. Mr. Prohack would have +chatted and laughed with Barabbas, convinced as he was that +iniquity is the result of circumstances rather than of deliberate +naughtiness. He seldom condemned. He had greatly liked Silas +Angmering, who was a really educated and a well-intentioned +man with a queer regrettable twist in his composition. That Silas +should have profiteered when he got the chance was natural. Most +men would do the same. Most heroes would do the same. The +man with one arm would conceivably do the same.</p> +<p>But between excusing and forgiving a brigand (who has not +despoiled <i>you</i>), and sharing his plunder, there was a gap, a +chasm.</p> +<p>Few facts gave Mr. Prohack a more serene and proud satisfaction +than the fact that he had materially lost through the war. +He was positively glad that he had lost, and that the Government, +his employer, had treated him badly.... And now to become +the heir of a profiteer! Nor was that all! To become the +co-heir with a woman of dubious renown, and with Mr. Softly +Bishop! He knew nothing about the woman, and would think +nothing. But he knew a little about Mr. Softly Bishop. Mr. +Bishop, it used to be known and said in the club, had never had +a friend. He had the usual number of acquaintances, but no +relationship more intimate. Mr. Prohack, in the old days, had +not for a long time actively disliked Mr. Bishop; but he had been +surprised at the amount of active dislike which contact with Mr. +Bishop engendered in other members of the club. Why such dislike? +Was it due to his fat, red face, his spectacles, his conspiratorial +manner, tone and gait, the evenness of his temper, his +cautiousness, his mysteriousness? Nobody knew. In the end Mr. +Prohack also had succeeded in disliking him. But Mr. Prohack +produced a reason, and that reason was Mr. Bishop's first name. +On it being pointed out to Mr. Prohack by argufiers that Mr. +Bishop was not responsible for his first name, Mr. Prohack would +reply that the mentality of parents capable of bestowing on an +innocent child the Christian name of Softly was incomprehensible +and in a high degree suspicious, and that therefore by the +well-known laws of heredity there must be something devilish odd +in the mentality of their offspring—especially seeing that the +offspring pretended to glory in the Christian name as being a fine +old English name. No! Mr. Prohack might stomach co-heirship +with a far-off dubious woman; but could he stomach co-heirship +with Softly Bishop? It would necessitate friendship with Mr. +Bishop. It would bracket him for ever with Mr. Bishop.</p> +<p>These various considerations, however, had little to do with the +immense inward anarchy that Mr. Prohack's tone had concealed +as he musingly murmured: "Do I really?" The disturbance was +due almost exclusively to a fierce imperial joy in the prospect of +immediate wealth. The origin of the wealth scarcely affected him. +The associations of the wealth scarcely affected him. He understood +in a flash the deep wisdom of that old proverb (whose truth +he had often hitherto denied) that money has no smell. Perhaps +there might be forty good reasons against his accepting the +inheritance, +but they were all ridiculous. Was he to abandon his +share of the money to Softly Bishop and the vampire-woman? +Such a notion was idiotic. It was contrary to the robust and +matter-of-fact commonsense which always marked his actions—if +not his theories. No more should his wife be compelled to +scheme out painfully the employment of her housekeeping allowance. +Never again should there be a question about a new frock +for his daughter. He was conscious, before anything else, of a +triumphant protective and spoiling tenderness for his women. He +would be absurd with his women. He would ruin their characters +with kindness and with invitations to be capricious and exacting +and expensive and futile. They nobly deserved it. He wanted +to shout and to sing and to tell everybody that he would not in +future stand any d——d nonsense from anybody. He would have +his way.</p> +<p>"Why!" thought he, pulling himself up. "I've developed all +the peculiarities of a millionaire in about a minute and a half."</p> +<p>And again, he cried to himself, in the vast and imperfectly explored +jungle that every man calls his heart:</p> +<p>"Ah! I could not have borne to give up either of my clubs! +No! I was deceiving myself. I could not have done it! I could +not have done it! Anything rather than that. I see it now.... +By the way, I wonder what all the fellows will say when they +know! And how shall I break it to them? Not to-day! Not +to-day! To-morrow!"</p> +<p>At the moment when Mr. Prohack ought to have been resuming +his ill-remunerated financial toil for the nation at the Treasury, +Bishop suggested in his offhand murmuring style that they might +pay a visit to the City solicitor who was acting in England for +him and the Angmering estate. Mr. Prohack opposingly suggested +that national duty called him elsewhere.</p> +<p>"Does that matter—now?" said Bishop, and his accents were +charged with meaning.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack saw that it did not matter, and that in future any +nation that did not like his office-hours would have to lump them. +He feared greatly lest he might encounter some crony-member +on his way out of the club with Bishop. If he did, what should +he say, how should he carry off the situation? (For he was feeling +mysteriously guilty, just as he had felt guilty an hour earlier. +Not guilty as the inheritor of profiteering in particular, but guilty +simply as an inheritor. It might have been different if he had +come into the money in reasonable instalments, say of five thousand +pounds every six months. But a hundred thousand unearned +increment at one coup...!) Fortunately the cronies were still in +the smoking-room. He swept Bishop from the club, stealthily, +swiftly. Bishop had a big motor-car waiting at the door.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>He offered no remark as to the car, and Mr. Prohack offered +no remark. But Mr. Prohack was very interested in the car—he +who had never been interested in cars. And he was interested in +the clothes and in the deportment of the chauffeur. He was indeed +interested in all sorts of new things. The window of a firm of +house-agents who specialised in country houses, the jewellers' +shops, the big hotels, the advertisements of theatres and concerts, +the establishments of trunk-makers and of historic second-hand +booksellers and of equally historic wine-merchants. He saw them +all with a fresh eye. London suddenly opened to him its possibilities +as a bud opens its petals.</p> +<p>"Not a bad car they; hired out to me," said Bishop at length, +with casual approval.</p> +<p>"You've hired it?"</p> +<p>"Oh, yes!"</p> +<p>And shortly afterwards Bishop said:</p> +<p>"It's fantastic the number of cars there are in use in America. +You know it's a literal fact that almost every American family +has a car. For instance, whenever there's a big meeting of strikers +in New York, all the streets near the hall are blocked with cars."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had food for reflection. His outlook upon life was +changed.</p> +<p>And later Bishop said, again apropos of nothing:</p> +<p>"Of course it's only too true that the value of money has fallen +by about half. But on the other hand interest has about doubled. +You can get ten per cent on quite safe security in these days. +Even Governments have to pay about seven—as you know."</p> +<p>"Yes," concurred Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>Ten thousand pounds a year!</p> +<p>And then he thought:</p> +<p>"What an infernal nuisance it would be if there was a revolution! +Oh! But there couldn't be. It's unthinkable. Revolution +everywhere, yes; but not in England or America!"</p> +<p>And he saw with the most sane and steady insight that the +final duty of a Government was to keep order. Change there must +be, but let change come gradually. Injustices must be remedied, +naturally, but without any upheaval! Yet in the club some of +the cronies (and he among them), after inveighing against +profiteers and against the covetousness of trades unions, had often +held that "a good red revolution" was the only way of knocking +sense into the heads of these two classes.</p> +<p>The car got involved in a block of traffic near the Mansion +House, and rain began to fall. The two occupants of the car +watched each other surreptitiously, mutually suspicious, like dogs. +Scraps of talk were separated by long intervals. Mr. Prohack +wondered what the deuce Softly Bishop had done that Angmering +should leave him a hundred thousand pounds. He tried to feel +grief for the tragic and untimely death of his old friend Angmering, +and failed. No doubt the failure was due to the fact that he +had not seen Angmering for so many years.</p> +<p>At last Mr. Prohack, his hands in his pockets, his legs stretched +out, his gaze uplifted, he said suddenly:</p> +<p>"I suppose it'll hold water?"</p> +<p>"What? The roof of the car?"</p> +<p>"No. The will."</p> +<p>Mr. Softly Bishop gave a short laugh, but made no other +answer.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>The car halted finally before an immense new block of buildings, +and the inheritors floated up to the fifth floor in a padded +lift manned by a brilliantly-uniformed attendant. Mr. Prohack +saw "Smathe and Smathe" in gilt on a glass door. The enquiry +office resembled the ante-room of a restaurant, as the whole building +resembled a fashionable hotel. Everywhere was mosaic flooring.</p> +<p>"Mr. Percy Smathe?" demanded Bishop of a clerk whose head +glittered in the white radiance of a green-shaded lamp.</p> +<p>"I'll see, sir. Please step into the waiting-room." And he +waved a patronising negligent hand. "What name?" he added.</p> +<p>"Have you forgotten my name already?" Mr. Bishop retorted +sharply. "Bishop. Tell Mr. Percy Smathe I'm here. At once, +please."</p> +<p>And he led Mr. Prohack to the waiting-room, which was a magnificent +apartment with stained glass windows, furnished in Chippendale +similar to, but much finer than, the furnishing of Mr. +Prohack's own house. On the table were newspapers and periodicals. +Not <i>The Engineering Times</i> of April in the previous +year or a <i>Punch</i> of the previous decade, and <i>The Vaccination +Record</i>; but such things as the current <i>Tatler, Times, Economist</i>, +and <i>La Vie Parisienne.</i></p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had uncomfortable qualms of apprehension. For +several minutes past he had been thinking: "Suppose there <i>is</i> +something up with that will!" He had little confidence in Mr. +Softly Bishop. And now the aspect of the solicitors' office frightened +him. It had happened to him, being a favourite trustee of +his relations and friends, to visit the offices of some of the first +legal firms in Lincoln's Inn Fields. You entered these lairs by a +dirty door and a dirty corridor and another dirty door. You were +interrogated by a shabby clerk who sat on a foul stool at a foul +desk in a foul office. And finally after an interval in a cubby +hole that could not boast even <i>The Anti-Vaccination Record</i>, you +were driven along a dirtier passage into a dirtiest room whose windows +were obscured by generations of filth, and in that room sat +a spick and span lawyer of great name who was probably an ex-president +of the Incorporated Law Society. The offices of Smathe +and Smathe corresponded with alarming closeness to Mr. Prohack's +idea of what a bucket-shop might be. Mr. Prohack had +the gravest fears for his hundred thousand pounds.</p> +<p>"This is the solicitor's office new style," said Bishop, who seemed +to have an uncanny gift of reading thoughts. "Very big firm. +Anglo-American. Smathe and Smathe are two cousins. Percy's +American. English mother. They specialise in what I may call +the international complication business, pleasant and unpleasant."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was not appreciably reassured. Then a dapper, +youngish man with a carnation in his buttonhole stepped neatly +into the room, and greeted Bishop in a marked American accent.</p> +<p>"Here I am again," said Bishop curtly. "Mr. Prohack, may I +introduce Mr. Percy Smathe?"</p> +<p>"Mr. Prohack, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack beheld the lawyer's candid, honest face, heard his +tones of extreme deference, and noted that he had come to the +enquiry room to fetch his clients.</p> +<p>"There's only one explanation of this," said Mr. Prohack to +himself. "I'm a genuinely wealthy person."</p> +<p>And in Mr. Percy Smathe's private room he listened but carelessly +to a long legal recital. Details did not interest him. He +knew he was all right.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_IV"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h2>EVE'S HEADACHE</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>That afternoon Mr. Prohack just got back to his bank before +closing time. He had negligently declined to comprehend a very +discreet hint from Mr. Percy Smathe that if he desired ready +money he could have it—in bulk. Nevertheless he did desire to +feel more money than usual in his pocket, and he satisfied this +desire at the bank, where the September quarter of his annual +salary lay almost intact. His bank was near Hanover Square, a +situation inconvenient for him, but he had chosen that particular +branch because its manager happened to be a friend of his. The +Prohack account did no good to the manager personally, and only +infinitesimal good to the vast corporation of which the branch-manager +was the well-dressed, well-spoken serf. The corporation +was a sort of sponge prodigiously absorbent but incapable of being +squeezed. The manager could not be of the slightest use to Mr. +Prohack in a financial crisis, for the reason that he was empowered +to give no accommodation whatever without the consent of +the head office. Still, Mr. Prohack, being a vigorous sentimentalist, +as all truly wise men are, liked to bank with a friend. +On the present occasion he saw the branch-manager, Insott by +name, explained that he wanted some advice, and made an appointment +to meet the latter at the latter's club, the Oriental, at +six-thirty.</p> +<p>Thereupon he returned to the Treasury, and from mere high +fantasy spread the interesting news that he had broken a back +tooth at lunch and had had to visit his dentist at Putney. His +colleague, Hunter, remarked to him that he seemed strangely gay +for a man with a broken tooth, and Mr. Prohack answered that +a philosopher always had resources of fortitude within himself. +He then winked—a phenomenon hitherto unknown at the Treasury. +He stayed so late at his office that he made the acquaintance +of two charwomen, whom he courteously chaffed. He was defeated +in the subsequent encounter, and acknowledged the fact by two +half-crowns.</p> +<p>At the Oriental Club he told Insott that he might soon have +some money to invest; and he was startled and saddened to discover +that Insott knew almost nothing about exciting investments, +or about anything at all, except the rigours of tube travel to +Golder's Green. Insott had sunk into a deplorable groove. When, +confidential, Insott told him the salary of a branch-manager of a +vast corporation near Hanover Square, and incidentally mentioned +that a bank-clerk might not marry without the consent in writing +of the vast corporation, Mr. Prohack understood and pardoned +the deep, deplorable groove. Insott could afford a club simply +because his father, the once-celebrated authority on Japanese +armour, had left him a hundred and fifty a year. Compared to +the ruck of branch-managers Insott was a free and easy plutocrat.</p> +<p>As he departed from the Oriental Mr. Prohack sighed: "Poor +Insott!" A sturdy and even exultant cheerfulness was, however, +steadily growing in him. Poor Insott, unaware that he had been +talking to a man with an assured income of ten thousand pounds +a year, had unconsciously helped that man to realise the miracle +of his own good fortune.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack's route home lay through a big residential square +or so and along residential streets of the first quality. All the +houses were big, and they seemed bigger in the faint October +mist. It was the hour after lighting up and before the drawing +of blinds and curtains. Mr. Prohack had glimpses of enormous +and magnificent interiors,—some right in the sky, some on the +ground—with carved ceilings, rich candelabra, heavily framed +pictures, mighty furniture, statuary, and superb and nonchalant +menials engaged in the pleasant task of shutting away those interiors +from the vulgar gaze. The spectacle continued furlong +upon furlong, monotonously. There was no end to the succession +of palaces of the wealthy. Then it would be interrupted while +Mr. Prohack crossed a main thoroughfare, where scores of young +women struggled against a few men for places in glittering motor-buses +that were already packed with successful fighters for room +in them. And then it would be resumed again in its majesty.</p> +<p>The sight of the street-travellers took Mr. Prohack's mind back +to Insott. He felt a passionate sympathy for the Insotts of the +world, and also for the Prohacks of six hours earlier. Once Mr. +Prohack had been in easier circumstances; but those circumstances, +thanks to the ambitions of statesmen and generals, and +to the simplicity of publics, had gradually changed from easy to +distressed. He saw with terrible clearness from what fate the +Angmering miracle had saved him and his. He wanted to reconstruct +society in the interest of those to whom no miracle had happened. +He wanted to do away with all excessive wealth; and by +"excessive" he meant any degree of wealth beyond what would be +needed for the perfect comfort of himself, Mr. Prohack,—a reasonable +man if ever there was one! Ought he not to devote his fortune +to the great cause of reconstructing society? Could he enjoy +his fortune while society remain unreconstructed? Well, societies +were not to be reconstructed by the devoting of fortunes to the +work. Moreover, if he followed such an extreme course he would +be regarded as a crank, and he could not have borne to be regarded +as a crank. He detested cranks more than murderers or even +profiteers. As for enjoying his fortune in present circumstances, +he thought that he might succeed in doing so, and that anyhow +it was his duty to try. He was regrettably inconsistent.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>Having entered his house as it were surreptitiously, and avoided +his children, Mr. Prohack peeped through the half-open door between +the conjugal bedroom and the small adjoining room, which +should have been a dressing-room, but which Mrs. Prohack styled +her boudoir. He espied her standing sideways in front of the long +mirror, her body prettily curved and her head twisted over her +shoulder so that she could see three-quarters of her back in the +mirror. An attitude familiar to Mr. Prohack and one that he +liked! She was wearing the Chinese garment of the morning, but +he perceived that she had done something to it. He made a sharp +noise with the handle of the door. She shrieked and started, and +as soon as she had recovered she upbraided him, and as soon as +she had upbraided him she asked him anxiously what he thought +of the robe, explaining that it was really too good for a +dressing-gown, +that with careful treatment it would wear for ever, that it +could not have been bought now for a hundred pounds or at least +eighty, that it was in essence far superior to many frocks worn +by women who had more money and less taste than herself, that +she had transformed it into a dinner-dress for quiet evenings at +home, and that she had done this as part of her part of the new +economy scheme. It would save all her other frocks, and as for +a dressing-gown, she had two old ones in her reserves.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack kissed her and told her to sit down on the little +sofa.</p> +<p>"To see the effect of it sitting down?" she asked.</p> +<p>"If you like," said he.</p> +<p>"Then you don't care for it? You think it's ridiculous?" said +she anxiously, when she had sat down.</p> +<p>He replied, standing in front of her:</p> +<p>"You know that Oxford Concise Dictionary that I bought just +before the war? Where is it?"</p> +<p>"Arthur!" she said. "What's the matter with you? You look +so queer. I suppose the dictionary's where you keep it. <i>I</i> never +touch it."</p> +<p>"I want you to be sure to remind me to cross the word +'economy' out of it to-night. In fact I think I'd better tear out +the whole page."</p> +<p>"Arthur!" she exclaimed again. "Are you ill? Has anything +serious happened? I warn you I can't stand much more to-day."</p> +<p>"Something very serious has happened," answered the incorrigible +Mr. Prohack. "It may be all for the best; it may be all +for the worst. Depends how you look at it. Anyway I'm determined +to tell you. Of course I shouldn't dream of telling anybody +else until I'd told you." He seated himself by her side. +There was just space enough for the two of them on the sofa.</p> +<p>"Oh, dear!" sighed Mrs. Prohack, with apprehension, and +instinctively +she stretched her arm out and extinguished one of +the lights.</p> +<p>He had been touched by her manoeuvre, half economy and half +coquetry, with the Chinese dress. He was still more touched by +the gesture of extinguishing a light. For a year or two past Mrs. +Prohack had been putting forward a theory that an average degree +of illumination tried her eyes, and the household was now accustomed +to twilit rooms in the evening. Mr. Prohack knew that the +recent taste for obscurity had nothing to do with her eyes and +everything to do with her years, but he pretended to be deceived +by her duplicity. Not for millions would he have given her cause +to suspect that he was not perfectly deceived. He understood and +sympathised with her in all her manifestations. He did not select +choice pieces of her character for liking, and dislike or disapprove +of the rest. He took her undivided, unchipped, and liked the +whole of her. It was very strange.</p> +<p>When he married her he had assumed, but was not sure, that +he loved her. For thirteen or fourteen years she had endangered +the bond between them by what seemed to him to be her caprices, +illogicalities, perversities, and had saved it by her charming +demonstrations of affection. During this period he had remained +as it were neutral—an impassive spectator of her union with a +man who happened to be himself. He had observed and weighed +all her faults, and had concluded that she was not worse than +other wives whom he respected. He continued to wonder what it +was that held them together. At length, and very slowly indeed, +he had begun to have a revelation, not of her but of himself. He +guessed that he must be profoundly in love with her and that his +original assumption was much more than accurate,—it was a bull's-eye. +His love developed into a passion, not one of your eruptive, +scalding affairs, but something as placid as an English landscape, +with white heat far, far below the surface.</p> +<p>He felt how fine and amusing it was to have a genuine, incurable, +illogical passion for a woman,—a passion that was almost +an instinct. He deliberately cultivated it and dwelt on it and +enjoyed it. He liked reflecting upon it. He esteemed that it must +be about the most satisfying experience in the entire realm of +sentiment, and that no other earthly experience of any sort could +approach it. He made this discovery for himself, with the same +sensations as if he had discovered a new star or the circulation +of the blood. Of course he knew that two-thirds of the imaginative +literature of the world was based on, and illustrative of, this +great human discovery, and therefore that he was not exactly a +pioneer. No matter! He was a pioneer all the same.</p> +<p>"Do you remember a fellow named Angmering?" he began, on +a note of the closest confiding intimacy—a note which always +flattered and delighted his wife.</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"What was he like?"</p> +<p>"Wasn't he the man that started to run away with Ronnie +Philps' wife and thought better of it and got her out of the train +at Crewe and put her into the London train that was standing at +the other platform and left her without a ticket? Was it Crewe +or Rugby—I forget which?"</p> +<p>"No, no. You're all mixed up. That wasn't Angmering."</p> +<p>"Well, you have such funny friends, darling. Tell me, then."</p> +<p>"Angmering never ran away with anybody except himself. He +went to America and before he left I lent him a hundred pounds."</p> +<p>"Arthur, I'll swear you never told me that at the time. In +fact you always said positively you wouldn't lend money to anybody. +You promised me. I hope he's paid you back."</p> +<p>"He hasn't. And I've just heard he's dead."</p> +<p>"I felt that was coming. Yes. I knew from the moment you +began to talk that it was something of that kind. And just when +we could do with that hundred pounds—heaven knows! Oh, +Arthur!"</p> +<p>"He's dead," said Mr. Prohack clinchingly, "but he's left me +ten thousand a year. Ha, ha!—Ha, ha!" He put his hand on her +soft shoulder and gave a triumphant wink.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Dollars, naturally," said Mrs. Prohack, after listening to various +romantic details.</p> +<p>"No, pounds."</p> +<p>"And do you believe it? Are you sure this man Bishop isn't +up to some game? You know anybody can get the better of you, +sweetest."</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "I know I'm the greatest and sweetest +imbecile that the Almighty ever created. But I believe it."</p> +<p>"But <i>why</i> should he leave you all this money? It doesn't +stand +to reason."</p> +<p>"It doesn't. But you see the poor fellow had to leave it to +<i>some</i> one. And he'd no time to think. I expect he just did the +first thing that came into his head and was glad to get it over. I +daresay he rather enjoyed doing it, even if he was in great pain, +which I don't think he was."</p> +<p>"And who do you say the woman is that's got as much as you +have?"</p> +<p>"I don't say because I don't know."</p> +<p>"I guarantee <i>she</i> hadn't lent him a hundred pounds," said +Mrs. +Prohack with finality. "And you can talk as long as you like +about real property in Cincinnati—what is real property? Isn't +all property real?—I shall begin to believe in the fortune the day +you give me a pearl necklace worth a thousand pounds. And not +before."</p> +<p>"Lady," replied Mr. Prohack, "then I will never give you a +pearl necklace."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack laughed.</p> +<p>"I know that," she said.</p> +<p>After a long meditative pause which her husband did not interrupt, +she murmured: "So I suppose we shall be what you call +rich?"</p> +<p>"Some people will undoubtedly call us rich. Others won't."</p> +<p>"You know we shan't be any happier," she warned him.</p> +<p>"No," Mr. Prohack agreed. "It's a great trial, besides being a +great bore. But we must stick it."</p> +<p>"<i>I</i> shan't be any different. So you mustn't expect it."</p> +<p>"I never have expected it."</p> +<p>"I wonder what the children will say. Now, Arthur, don't go +and tell them at dinner while the maid's there. I think I'll fetch +them up now."</p> +<p>"You'll do nothing of the kind," said Mr. Prohack sharply.</p> +<p>"Why not?"</p> +<p>"Because I can't stand the strain of telling them to-night. Ha-ha!" +He laughed. "I intend to think things over and tell them +to-morrow. I've had quite enough strain for one day."</p> +<p>"Strain, darling?"</p> +<p>"Strain. These extremes of heat and cold would try a stronger +man than me."</p> +<p>"Extremes of heat and cold, darling?"</p> +<p>"Well, just think how cold it was this morning and how warm +it is to-night."</p> +<p>"You quaint boy!" she murmured, admiring him. "I quite +understand. Quite. How sensitive you are! But then you always +were. Now listen here. Shall <i>I</i> tell the children?" She gave +him a long kiss.</p> +<p>"No," said he, making prods at her cheek with his finger, and +smiling vaguely. "No. You'll do nothing of the kind. But there's +something you <i>can</i> do for me."</p> +<p>"Yes?"</p> +<p>"Will you do it?"</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"Whatever it is?"</p> +<p>"If you aren't going to play a trick on me."</p> +<p>"No. It's no trick.</p> +<p>"Very well, then."</p> +<p>"First, you must have one of your best headaches. Second, you +must go to bed at once. Third, you must sprinkle some eau-de-cologne +on the bed, to deceive the lower orders. Fourth, you must +be content with some soup for your dinner, and I'll smuggle you +up some dessert in my pocket if you're hungry. Fifth, you must +send word to those children of yours that you don't wish to be +disturbed."</p> +<p>"But you want to treat me like a baby."</p> +<p>"And supposing I do! For once, can't you be a baby to oblige +me?"</p> +<p>"But it's too ridiculous! Why do you want me to go to bed?"</p> +<p>"You know why. Still, I'll tell you. You always like to be told +what you know,—for instance, that I'm in love with you. I can't +tell those kids to-night, and I'm not going to. The rumpus, the +conflict of ideas, the atmospheric disturbance when they do get to +know will be terrific, and I simply won't have it to-night. I must +have a quiet evening to think in or else I shan't sleep. On the +other hand, do you suppose I could sit through dinner opposite +you, and you knowing all about it and me knowing all about it, +and both of us pretending that there was nothing unusual in the +air? It's impossible. Either you'd give the show away, or I +should. Or I should burst out laughing. No! I can manage the +situation alone, but I can't manage it if you're there. Hence, +lady, you will keep your kind promise and hop into bed."</p> +<p>Without another word, but smiling in a most enigmatic manner, +Mrs. Prohack passed into the bedroom. The tyrant lit a +cigarette, and stretched himself all over the sofa. He thought:</p> +<p>"She's a great woman. She understands. Or at any rate she acts +as if she did. Now how many women in similar circumstances +would have—" Etc. Etc.</p> +<p>He listened to her movements. He had not told her everything, +for example, the profiteering origin of the fortune, and he wondered +whether he had behaved quite nicely in not doing so.</p> +<p>"Arthur," she called from the bedroom.</p> +<p>"Hullo?"</p> +<p>"I do think this is really too silly."</p> +<p>"You're not paid to think, my girl."</p> +<p>A pause.</p> +<p>"Arthur," she called from the bedroom.</p> +<p>"Hullo?"</p> +<p>"You're sure you won't blurt it out to them when I'm not +there?"</p> +<p>He only replied: "I'm sorry you've got such a frightful headache, +Marian. You wouldn't have these headaches if you took +my advice."</p> +<p>A pause.</p> +<p>"I'm in bed."</p> +<p>"All right. Stay there."</p> +<p>When he had finished his cigarette, he went into the bedroom. +Yes, she was veritably in bed.</p> +<p>"You are a pig, Arthur. I wonder how many wives—"</p> +<p>He put his hand over her mouth.</p> +<p>"Stop," he said. "I'm not like you. I don't need to be told +what I know already."</p> +<p>"But really—!" She dropped her head on one side and began +to laugh, and continued to laugh, rather hysterically, until she +could not laugh any more. "Oh, dear! We are the queerest pair!"</p> +<p>"It is possible," said he. "You've forgotten the eau-de-cologne." +He handed her the bottle. "It is quite possible that we're the +queerest pair, but this is a very serious day in the history of the +Prohack family. The Prohack family has been starving, and some +one's given it an enormous beefsteak. Now it's highly dangerous +to give a beefsteak to a starving person. The consequences might +be fatal. That's why it's so serious. That's why I must have +time to think."</p> +<p>The sound of Sissie playing a waltz on the piano came up from +the drawing-room. Mr. Prohack started to dance all by himself +in the middle of the bedroom floor.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_V"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h2>CHARLIE</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>When Mr. Prohack, in his mature but still rich velvet jacket, +came down to dinner, he found his son Charlie leaning against +the mantelpiece in a new dark brown suit, and studying <i>The +Owner-Driver</i>. Charlie seemed never to read anything but motor-car +and light-car and side-car and motor-bicycle periodical literature; +but he read it conscientiously, indefatigably, and +completely—advertisements +and all. He read it as though it were an endless +novel of passion and he an idle woman deprived of the society +her heart longed for. He possessed a motor-bicycle which he +stabled in a mews behind the Square. He had possessed several +such machines; he bought, altered, and sold them, apparently always +with profit to himself. He had no interest in non-mechanical +literature or in any of the arts.</p> +<p>"Your mother's gone to bed with a headache," said Mr. Prohack, +with a fair imitation of melancholy.</p> +<p>"Oh!" said the young man apathetically. His face had a +wearied, disillusioned expression.</p> +<p>"Is this the latest?" asked his father, indicating the new brown +suit. "My respectful congratulations. Very smart, especially at +the waist."</p> +<p>For a youth who had nothing in the world but what remained +of his wound gratuity and other trifling military emoluments, and +what he made out of commerce in motor-bicycles, Charlie spent +a lot in clothes. His mother had advised his father to "speak to +him about it." But his father had declined to offer any criticism, +on the ground that Charlie had fought in Mesopotamia, Italy +and France. Moreover, Charlie had scotched any possible criticism +by asserting that good clothes were all that stood between +him and the ruin of his career. "If I dressed like the dad," he +had once grimly and gloomily remarked, "it would be the beginning +of the end for me."</p> +<p>"Smart?" he now exclaimed, stepping forward. "Look at that." +He advanced his right leg a little. "Look at that crease. See +where it falls?" The trouser-crease, which, as all wise men know, +ought to have fallen exactly on the centre of the boot-lacing, fell +about an inch to the left thereof. "And I've tried this suit on +four times! All the bally tailors in London seem to think you've +got nothing else to do but call and try on and try on and try on. +Never seems to occur to them that they don't know their business. +It's as bad as staff work. However, if this fellow thinks I'm going +to stick these trousers he'll have the surprise of his life to-morrow +morning." The youth spoke in a tone of earnest disgust.</p> +<p>"My boy," said Mr. Prohack, "you have my most serious sympathy. +Your life must be terribly complicated by this search for +perfection."</p> +<p>"Yes, that's all very well," said Charlie.</p> +<p>"Where's Sissie?"</p> +<p>"Hanged if I know!"</p> +<p>"I heard her playing the piano not five minutes since."</p> +<p>"So did I."</p> +<p>Machin, the house-parlourmaid, then intervened:</p> +<p>"Miss Sissie had a telephone call, and she's gone out, sir."</p> +<p>"Where to?"</p> +<p>"She didn't say, sir. She only said she wouldn't be in for dinner, +sir. I made sure she'd told you herself, sir."</p> +<p>The two men, by means of their eyes, transmitted to each other +a unanimous judgment upon the whole female sex, and sat down +to dine alone in the stricken house. The dinner was extremely +frugal, this being the opening day of Mrs. Prohack's new era of +intensive economy, but the obvious pleasure of Machin in serving +only men brightened up somewhat its brief course. Charlie was +taciturn and curt, though not impolite. Mr. Prohack, whose private +high spirits not even the amazing and inexcusable absence +of his daughter could impair, pretended to a decent woe, and +chatted as he might have done to a fellow-clubman on a wet Sunday +night at the Club.</p> +<p>At the end of the meal Charlie produced the enormous widow's +cruse which he called his cigarette-case and offered his father a +cigarette.</p> +<p>"Doing anything to-night?" asked Mr. Prohack, puffing.</p> +<p>"No," answered desperately Charlie, puffing.</p> +<p>"Ring the bell, will you?"</p> +<p>While Charlie went to the mantelpiece Mr. Prohack secreted an +apple for his starving wife.</p> +<p>"Machin," said he to the incoming house-parlourmaid, "see if +you can find some port."</p> +<p>Charlie raised his fatigued eyebrows.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," said the house-parlourmaid, vivaciously, and whisked +away her skirts, which seemed to remark:</p> +<p>"You're quite right to have port. I feel very sorry for you two +attractive gentlemen taking a poor dinner all alone."</p> +<p>Charlie drank his port in silence and Mr. Prohack watched him.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>Mr. Prohack's son was, in some respects, a great mystery to +him. He could not understand, for instance, how his own offspring +could be so unresponsive to the attractions of the things of +the mind, and so interested in mere machinery and the methods +of moving a living or a lifeless object from one spot on the earth's +surface to another. Mr. Prohack admitted the necessity of machinery, +but an automobile had for him the same status as a +child's scooter and no higher. It was an ingenious device for +locomotion. +And there for him the matter ended. On the other hand, +Mr. Prohack sympathised with and comprehended his son's general +attitude towards life. Charlie had gone to war from Cambridge +at the age of nineteen. He went a boy, and returned a +grave man. He went thoughtless and light-hearted, and returned +full of magnificent and austere ideals. Six months of England +had destroyed these ideals in him. He had expected to help in the +common task of making heaven in about a fortnight. In the war +he had learnt much about the possibilities of human nature, but +scarcely anything about its limitations. His father tried to warn +him, but of course failed. Charlie grew resentful, then cynical. +He saw in England nothing but futility, injustice and ingratitude. +He refused to resume Cambridge, and was bitterly sarcastic +about the generosity of a nation which, through its War Office, +was ready to pay to studious warriors anxious to make up University +terms lost in a holy war decidedly less than it paid to its +street-sweepers. Having escaped from death, the aforesaid warriors +were granted the right to starve their bodies while improving +their minds. He might have had sure situations in vast corporations. +He declined them. He spat on them. He called them +"graves." What he wanted was an opportunity to fulfil himself. +He could not get it, and his father could not get it from him. +While searching for it, he frequently met warriors covered with +ribbons but lacking food and shelter not only for themselves but +for their women and children. All this, human nature being what +it is, was inevitable, but his father could not convincingly tell +him so. All that Mr. Prohack could effectively do Mr. Prohack +did,—namely, provide the saviour of Britain with food and shelter. +Charlie was restlessly and dangerously waiting for his opportunity. +But he had not developed into a revolutionist, nor a communist, nor +anything of the sort. Oh, no! Quite the reverse. He meditated +a different revenge on society.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack knew nothing of this meditated revenge, did not +suspect it. If he had suspected it, he might have felt less compassion +than, on this masculine evening with the unusual port, he +did in fact feel. For he was very sorry for Charlie. He longed +to tell him about the fortune, and to exult with him in the fortune, +and to pour, as it were, the fortune into his lap. He did +not care a fig, now, about advisable precautions. He did not feel +the slightest constraint at the prospect of imparting the tremendous +and gorgeous news to his son. He had no desire to reflect +upon the proper method of telling. He merely and acutely wanted +to tell, so that he might see the relief and the joyous anticipation +on his son's enigmatic and melancholy face. But he could not tell +because it had been tacitly agreed with his wife that he should +not tell in her absence. True, he had given no verbal promise, +but he had given something just as binding.</p> +<p>"Nothing exciting to-day, I suppose," he said, when the silence +had begun to distress him in his secret glee.</p> +<p>"No," Charlie replied. "I got particulars of an affair at Glasgow, +but it needs money."</p> +<p>"What sort of an affair?"</p> +<p>"Oh! Rather difficult to explain. Buying and selling. Usual +thing."</p> +<p>"What money is needed?"</p> +<p>"I should say three hundred or thereabouts. Might as well be +three thousand so far as I'm concerned."</p> +<p>"Where did you hear of it?"</p> +<p>"Club."</p> +<p>Charlie belonged to a little club in Savile Place where young +warriors told each other what they thought of the nature of +society.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack drew in his breath with an involuntary gasp, and +then said:</p> +<p>"I expect I could let you have three hundred."</p> +<p>"<i>You couldn't!</i>"</p> +<p>"I expect I could." Mr. Prohack had never felt so akin to a +god. It seemed to him that he was engaged in the act of creating +a future, yea, a man. Charlie's face changed. He had been dead. +He was now suddenly alive.</p> +<p>"When?"</p> +<p>"Well, any time."</p> +<p>"Now?"</p> +<p>"Why not?"</p> +<p>Charlie looked at his watch.</p> +<p>"Well, I'm much obliged," he said.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>Mr. Prohack had brought a new cheque-book from the Bank. +It lay in his hip-pocket. He had no alternative but to write out +a cheque. Three hundred pounds would nearly exhaust his balance, +but that did not matter. He gave Charlie the cheque. +Charlie offered no further information concerning the "affair" +for which the money was required. And Mr. Prohack did not +choose to enquire. Perhaps he was too proud to enquire. The +money would probably be lost. And if it were lost no harm would +be done. Good, rather, for Charlie would have gained experience. +The lad was only a child, after all.</p> +<p>The lad ran upstairs, and Mr. Prohack sat solitary in delightful +meditation. After a few minutes the lad re-appeared in hat and +coat. Mr. Prohack thought that he had heard a bag dumped in +the hall.</p> +<p>"Where are you off to?" he asked.</p> +<p>"Glasgow. I shall catch the night-train."</p> +<p>He rang the bell.</p> +<p>"Machin, run out and get me a taxi, sharp."</p> +<p>"Yes, sir." Machin flew. This was the same girl of whom Mrs. +Prohack dared to demand nothing. Mr. Prohack himself would +have hesitated to send her for a taxi. But Charlie ordered her +about like a slave and she seemed to like it.</p> +<p>"Rather sudden this, isn't it?" said Mr. Prohack, extremely +startled by the turn of events.</p> +<p>"Well, you've got to be sudden in this world, guv'nor," Charlie +replied, and lit a fresh cigarette.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was again too proud to put questions. Still, he +did venture upon one question:</p> +<p>"Have you got loose money for your fare?"</p> +<p>The lad laughed. "Oh, don't let that worry you, guv'nor...!" +He looked at his watch once more. "I wonder whether that infernal +girl is manufacturing that taxi or only fetching it."</p> +<p>"What must I say to your mother?" demanded Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Give her my respectful regards."</p> +<p>The taxi was heard. Machin dashed into the house, and dashed +out again with the bag. The lad clasped his father's hand with +a warm vigour that pleased and reassured Mr. Prohack in his +natural bewilderment. It was not consistent with the paternal +dignity to leave the dining-room and stand, valedictory, on the +front-doorstep.</p> +<p>"Well, I'm dashed!" Mr. Prohack murmured to himself as the +taxi drove away. And he had every right to be dashed.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_VI"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h2>SISSIE</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Had any dinner?" Mr. Prohack asked his daughter.</p> +<p>"No."</p> +<p>"Aren't you hungry?"</p> +<p>"No, thanks."</p> +<p>Sissie seized the last remaining apple from the dessert-dish, and +bit into it with her beautiful and efficient teeth. She was slim, +and rather taller than necessary or than she desired to be. A +pretty girl, dressed in a short-skirted, short-sleeved, dark blue, +pink-heightened frock that seemed to combine usefulness with a +decent perverse frivolity, and to carry forward the expression of +her face. She had bright brown hair. She was perfectly mistress +of the apple.</p> +<p>"Where's mother?"</p> +<p>"In bed with a headache."</p> +<p>"Didn't she have dinner with you?"</p> +<p>"She did not. And she doesn't want to be disturbed."</p> +<p>"Oh! I shan't disturb her, poor thing. I told her this afternoon +she would have one of her headaches."</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack, "that's one of the most remarkable +instances of sound prophecy that I ever came across."</p> +<p>"Father, what's amusing you?"</p> +<p>"Nothing."</p> +<p>"Yes, something is. You've got your funny smile, and you were +smiling all to yourself when I came in."</p> +<p>"I was thinking. My right to think is almost the only right I +possess that hasn't yet been challenged in this house."</p> +<p>"Where's Charles?"</p> +<p>"Gone to Glasgow."</p> +<p>"Gone to <i>Glasgow</i>?"</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"What, just now?"</p> +<p>"Ten minutes ago."</p> +<p>"Whatever has he gone to <i>Glasgow</i> for?"</p> +<p>"I don't know,—any more than I know why you went out before +dinner and came back after dinner."</p> +<p>"Would you like to know why I went out?" Sissie spoke with +sudden ingratiatingness.</p> +<p>"No, not at all. But I should like to know why you went out +without telling anybody. When people are expected to dinner and +fail to appear they usually give notice of the failure."</p> +<p>"But, father, I told Machin."</p> +<p>"I said 'anybody.' Don't you know that the whole theory of +the society which you adorn is based on the assumption that +Machin is nobody?"</p> +<p>"I was called away in a frightful hurry, and you and mother +were gossiping upstairs, and it's as much as one's life is worth +to disturb you two when you are together."</p> +<p>"Oh! That's news."</p> +<p>"Besides, I should have had to argue with mother, and you know +what she is."</p> +<p>"You flatter me. I don't even know what <i>you</i> are, and you're +elementary compared to your mother."</p> +<p>"Anyhow, I'm glad mother's in bed with a headache. I came +in here trembling just now. Mother would have made such a +tremendous fuss although she's perfectly aware that it's not the +slightest use making a fuss.... Only makes me stupid and obstinate. +Showers and showers of questions there'd have been, +whereas you haven't asked a single one."</p> +<p>"Yes, you're rather upset by my lack of curiosity. But let me +just point out that it is not consistent with my paternal duty to +sit here and listen to you slanging your mother. As a daughter +you have vast privileges, but you mustn't presume on them. There +are some things I couldn't stand from any woman without protest."</p> +<p>"But you must admit that mother <i>is</i> a bit awful when she +breaks loose."</p> +<p>"No. I've never known your mother awful, or even a bit +awful."</p> +<p>"You aren't being intellectually honest, dad."</p> +<p>"I am."</p> +<p>"Ah! Well, of course she only shows her best side to <i>you</i>."</p> +<p>"She has no other side. In that sense she is certainly one-sided. +Here! Have another." Mr. Prohack took the apple from +his pocket, and threw it across the table to Sissie, who caught it.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>Mr. Prohack was extremely happy; and Sissie too, in so far as +concerned the chat with her father, was extremely happy. They +adored each other, and they adored the awful woman laid low with +a headache. Sissie's hat and cloak, which she had dropped carelessly +on a chair, slipped to the floor, the hat carried away by the +cloak. Mr. Prohack rose and picked them up, took them out of +the room, and returned.</p> +<p>"So now you've straightened up, and you're pleased with yourself," +observed Sissie.</p> +<p>"So now," said he. "Perhaps I may turn on my curiosity tap."</p> +<p>"Don't," said Sissie. "I'm very gloomy. I'm very disappointed. +I might burst into tears at any moment.... Yes, I'm not +joking."</p> +<p>"Out with it."</p> +<p>"Oh, it's nothing! It's only that I saw a chance of making +some money and it hasn't come off."</p> +<p>"But what do you want to make money for?"</p> +<p>"I like that. Hasn't mother been telling me off and on all day +that something will have to be done?"</p> +<p>"Done about what?"</p> +<p>"About economy, naturally." Sissie spoke rather sharply.</p> +<p>"But you don't mean your mother has spent the day in urging +you to go forth and earn money!"</p> +<p>"Of course she hasn't, father. How absurd you are! You know +very well mother would hate the idea of me earning money. Hate +it! But I mean to earn some. Surely it's much better to bring +more money in than to pinch and scrape. I loathe pinching and +scraping."</p> +<p>"It's a sound loathing."</p> +<p>"And I thought I'd got hold of a scheme. But it's too big. I +have fifty pounds odd of my own, but what use is fifty pounds +when a hundred's needed? It's all off and I'm in the last stage +of depression."</p> +<p>She threw away the core of the second apple.</p> +<p>"Is that port? I'll have some."</p> +<p>"So that you're short of fifty pounds?" said Mr. Prohack, obediently +pouring out the port—but only half a glass. "Well, I might +be able to let you have fifty pounds myself, if you would deign +to accept it."</p> +<p>Sissie cried compassionately: "But you haven't got a cent, dad!"</p> +<p>"Oh! Haven't I? Did your mother tell you that?"</p> +<p>"Well, she didn't exactly say so."</p> +<p>"I should hope not! And allow me to inform you, my girl, that +in accusing me of not having a cent you're being guilty of the +worst possible taste. Children should always assume that their +fathers have mysterious stores of money, and that nothing is beyond +their resources, and if they don't rise to every demand it's +only because in their inscrutable wisdom they deem it better not +to. Or it may be from mere cussedness."</p> +<p>"Yes," said Sissie. "That's what I used to think when I was +young. But I've looked up your salary in <i>Whitaker's Almanac</i>."</p> +<p>"It was very improper of you. However, nothing is secret in +these days, and so I don't mind telling you that I've backed a +winner to-day—not to-day, but some little time since—and I can +if necessary and agreeable let you have fifty pounds."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack as it were shook his crest in plenary contentment. +He had the same sensation of creativeness as he had had a while +earlier with his son,—a godlike sensation. And he was delighted +with his girl. She was so young and so old. And her efforts to +play the woman of the world with him were so comic and so +touching. Only two or three years since she had been driving a +motor-van in order to defeat the Germans. She had received +twenty-eight shillings a week for six days of from twelve to fourteen +hours. She would leave the house at eight and come back at +eight, nine, or ten. And on her return, pale enough, she would +laugh and say she had had her dinner and would go to bed. But +she had not had her dinner. She was simply too tired and nervously +exasperated to eat. And she would lie in bed and tremble +and cry quietly from fatigue. She did not know that her parents +knew these details. The cook, her confidante, had told them, much +later. And Mr. Prohack had decreed that Sissie must never know +that they knew. She had stuck to the task during a whole winter, +skidding on glassy asphalt, slimy wood, and slithery stone-setts +in the East End, and had met with but one accident, a minor +affair. The experience seemed to have had no permanent effect +on her, but it had had a permanent effect on her father's attitude +towards her,—her mother had always strongly objected to what she +called the "episode," had shown only relief when it concluded, and +had awarded no merit for it.</p> +<p>"Can you definitely promise me fifty pounds, dad?" Sissie +asked quietly.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack made no articulate answer. His reply was to take +out his cheque-book and his fountain-pen and fill in a cheque to +<i>Miss Sissie Prohack or order</i>. He saw no just reason for +differentiating +between the sexes in his offspring. He had given a +cheque to Charlie; he gave one to Sissie.</p> +<p>"Then you aren't absolutely stone-broke," said Sissie, smiling.</p> +<p>"I should not so describe myself."</p> +<p>"It's just like mother," she murmured, the smile fading.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack raised a sternly deprecating hand. "Enough."</p> +<p>"But don't you want to know what I want the money for?" +Sissie demanded.</p> +<p>"No!... Ha-ha!"</p> +<p>"Then I shall tell you. The fact is I must tell you."</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>"I've decided to teach dancing," said Sissie, beginning again +nervously, as her father kept a notable silence.</p> +<p>"I thought you weren't so very keen on dancing."</p> +<p>"I'm not; but perhaps that's because I don't care much for the +new fashion of dancing a whole evening with the same man. +Still the point is that I'm a very fine dancer. Even Charlie will +tell you that."</p> +<p>"But I thought that all the principal streets in London were +full of dancing academies at the present time, chiefly for the +instruction +of aged gentlemen."</p> +<p>"I don't know anything about that," Sissie replied seriously. +"What I do know is that now I can find a hundred pounds, I have +a ripping chance of taking over a studio—at least part of one; +and it's got quite a big connection already,—in fact pupils are +being turned away."</p> +<p>"And this is all you can think of!" protested Mr. Prohack with +melancholy. "We are living on the edge of a volcano—the country +is, I mean—and your share in the country's work is to teach +the citizens to dance!"</p> +<p>"Well," said Sissie. "They'll dance anyhow, and so they may +as well learn to dance properly. And what else can I do? Have +you had me taught to do anything else? You and mother have +brought me up to be perfectly useless except as the wife of a rich +man. That's what you've done, and you can't deny it."</p> +<p>"Once," said Mr. Prohack. "You very nobly drove a van."</p> +<p>"Yes, I did. But no thanks to you and mother. Why, I had +even to learn to drive in secret, lest you should stop me! And I +can tell you one thing—if I was to start driving a van now I +should probably get mobbed in the streets. All the men have a +horrid grudge against us girls who did their work in the war. If +we want to get a job in these days we jolly well have to conceal +the fact that we were in the W.A.A.C. or in anything at all during +the war. They won't look at us if they find out that. Our +reward! However, I don't want to drive a van. I want to teach +dancing. It's not so dirty and it pays better. And if people feel +like dancing, why shouldn't they dance? Come now, dad, be +reasonable."</p> +<p>"That's asking a lot from any human being, and especially +from a parent."</p> +<p>"Well, have you got any argument against what I say?"</p> +<p>"I prefer not to argue."</p> +<p>"That's because you can't."</p> +<p>"It is. It is. But what is this wonderful chance you've got?"</p> +<p>"It's that studio where Charlie and I went last night, at +Putney."</p> +<p>"At <i>Putney</i>?"</p> +<p>"Well, why not Putney? They have a gala night every other +week, you know. It belongs to Viola Ridle. Viola's going to get +married and live in Edinburgh, and she's selling it. And Eliza +asked me if I'd join her in taking it over. Eliza telephoned me +about it to-night, and so I rushed across the Park to see her. But +Viola's asking a hundred pounds premium and a hundred for the +fittings, and very cheap it is too. In fact Viola's a fool, <i>I</i> +think, +but then she's fond of Eliza."</p> +<p>"Now, Eliza? Is that Eliza Brating, or am I getting mixed +up?"</p> +<p>"Yes, it's Eliza Brating."</p> +<p>"Ah!"</p> +<p>"You needn't be so stuffy, dad, because her father's only a +second-division clerk at the Treasury."</p> +<p>"Oh, I'm not. It was only this morning that I was saying to +Mr. Hunter that we must always remember that second-division +clerks are also God's creatures."</p> +<p>"Father, you're disgusting."</p> +<p>"Don't say that, my child. At my age one needs encouragement, +not abuse. And I'm glad to be able to tell you that there +is no longer any necessity either for you to earn money or to pinch +and scrape. Satisfactory arrangements have been made...."</p> +<p>"Really? Well, that's splendid. But of course it won't make +any difference to me. There may be no necessity so far as you're +concerned. But there's my inward necessity. I've got to be independent. +It wouldn't make any difference if you had an income +of ten thousand a year."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack blenched guiltily.</p> +<p>"Er—er—what was I going to say? Oh, yes,—where's this +Eliza of yours got her hundred pounds from?"</p> +<p>"I don't know. It's no business of mine."</p> +<p>"But do you insist—shall you—insist on introductions from +your pupils?"</p> +<p>"Father, how you do chop about! No, naturally we shan't insist +on introductions."</p> +<p>"Then any man can come for lessons?"</p> +<p>"Certainly. Provided he wears evening-dress on gala nights, +and pays the fees and behaves properly. Viola says some of them +prefer afternoon lessons because they haven't got any evening-dress."</p> +<p>"If I were you I shouldn't rush at it," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"But we must rush at it—or lose it. And I've no intention of +losing it. Viola has to make her arrangements at once."</p> +<p>"I wonder what your mother will say when you ask her."</p> +<p>"I shan't ask her. I shall tell her. Nobody can decide this +thing for me. I have to decide it for myself, and I've decided it. +As for what mother says—" Sissie frowned and then smiled, +"that's your affair."</p> +<p>"My affair!" Mr. Prohack exclaimed in real alarm. "What on +earth do you mean?"</p> +<p>"Well, you and she are so thick together. You're got to live +with her. I haven't got to live with her."</p> +<p>"I ask you, what on earth <i>do</i> you mean?"</p> +<p>"But surely you've understood, father, that I shall have to live +at the studio. Somebody has to be on the spot, and there are two +bedrooms. But of course you'll be able to put all that right with +mother, dad. You'll do it for your own sake; but a bit for mine, +too." She giggled nervously, ran round the table and kissed her +parent. "I'm frightfully obliged for the fifty pounds," she said. +"You and the mater will be fearfully happy together soon if +Charlie doesn't come back. Ta-ta! I must be off now."</p> +<p>"Where?"</p> +<p>"To Eliza's of course. We shall probably go straight down to +Putney together and see Viola and fix everything up. I know +Viola's had at least one other good offer. I may sleep at the +studio. If not, at Eliza's. Anyhow it will be too late for me to +come back here."</p> +<p>"I absolutely forbid you to go off like this."</p> +<p>"Yes, do, father. You forbid for all you're worth if it gives +you any pleasure. But it won't be much use unless you can carry +me upstairs and lock me in my room. Oh! Father, you are a +great pretender. You know perfectly well you're delighted with +me."</p> +<p>"Indeed I'm not! I suppose you'll have the decency to see your +mother before you go?"</p> +<p>"What! And wake her! You said she wasn't to be disturbed +'on any account.'"</p> +<p>"I deny that I said 'on any account.'"</p> +<p>"I shouldn't dream of disturbing her. And you'll tell her so +much better than I could. You can do what you like with her."</p> +<br /> +<h3><b>IV</b></h3> +<br /> +<p>"Where's my dessert?" demanded Mrs. Prohack, anxiously and +resentfully, when her husband at length reached the bedroom. +"I'm dying of hunger, and I've got a real headache now. Oh! +Arthur how absurd all this is! At least it would be if I wasn't +so hungry."</p> +<p>"Sissie ate all the dessert," Mr. Prohack answered timidly. He +no longer felt triumphant, careless and free. Indeed for some +minutes he had practically forgotten that he had inherited ten +thousand a year. "The child ate it every bit, so I couldn't bring +any. Shall I ring for something else?"</p> +<p>"And why," Mrs. Prohack continued, "why have you been so +long? And what's all this business of taxis rushing up to the +door all the evening?"</p> +<p>"Marian," said Mr. Prohack, ignoring her gross exaggeration +of the truth as to the taxis. "I'd better tell you at once. Charlie's +gone to Glasgow on his own business and Sissie's just run down +to Viola Ridle's studio about a new scheme of some kind that +she's thinking of. For the moment we're alone in the world."</p> +<p>"It's always the same," she remarked with indignation, when +with forced facetiousness he had given her an extremely imperfect +and bowdlerized account of his evening. "It's always the +same. As soon as I'm laid up in bed, everything goes wrong. +My poor boy, I cannot imagine what you've been doing. I suppose +I'm very silly, but I <i>can't</i> understand it."</p> +<p>Nor could Mr. Prohack himself, now that he was in the sane +conjugal atmosphere of the bedroom.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_VII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h2>THE SYMPATHETIC QUACK</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>The next morning Mr. Prohack had a unique shock, for he was +awakened by his wife coming into the bedroom. She held a big +piece of cake in her hand. Never before had Mrs. Prohack been +known to rise earlier than her husband. Also, the hour was +eight-twenty, +whereas never before had Mr. Prohack been known, on a +working-day, to rise later than eight o'clock. He realised with +horror that it would be necessary for him to hurry. Still, he did +not jump up. He was not a brilliant sleeper, and he had had a +bad night, which had only begun to be good at the time when as +a rule he woke finally for the day. He did not feel very well, +despite the fine sensation of riches which rushed reassuringly into +his arms the moment consciousness returned.</p> +<p>"Arthur," said Mrs. Prohack, who was in her Chinese robe, +"do you know that girl hasn't been home all night. Her bed hasn't +been slept in!"</p> +<p>"Neither has mine," answered Mr. Prohack. "What girl?"</p> +<p>"Sissie, of course."</p> +<p>"Ah! Sissie!" murmured Mr. Prohack as if he had temporarily +forgotten that such a girl existed. "Didn't I tell you last night +she mightn't be back?"</p> +<p>"No, you didn't! And you know very well you didn't!"</p> +<p>"Honestly," said Mr. Prohack (meaning "dishonestly" as most +people do in similar circumstances), "I thought I did."</p> +<p>"Do you suppose I should have slept one wink if I'd thought +Sissie wasn't coming <i>home</i>?"</p> +<p>"Yes, I do. The death of Nelson wouldn't keep you awake. +And now either I shall be late at the office, or else I shall go +without my breakfast. I think you might have wakened me."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack, munching the cake despite all her anxieties, replied +in a peculiar tone:</p> +<p>"What does it matter if you are late for the office?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack reflected that all women were alike in a lack of +conscience where the public welfare was concerned. He was rich: +therefore he was entitled to neglect his duty to the nation! A +pleasing argument! Mr. Prohack sat up, and Mrs. Prohack had +a full view of his face for the first time that morning.</p> +<p>"Arthur," she exclaimed, absolutely and in an instant forgetting +both cake and daughter. "You're ill!"</p> +<p>He thought how agreeable it was to have a wife who was so +marvellously absorbed in his being. There was something uncanny, +something terrible, in it.</p> +<p>"Oh, no I'm not," he said. "I swear I'm not. I'm very tired, +but I'm not ill. Get out of my way."</p> +<p>"But your face is as yellow as a cheese," protested Eve, frightened.</p> +<p>"It may be," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"You won't get up."</p> +<p>"I shall get up."</p> +<p>Eve snatched her hand-mirror from the dressing-table, and gave +it to him with a menacing gesture. He admitted to himself that the +appearance of his face was perhaps rather alarming at first sight; +but really he did not feel ill; he only felt tired.</p> +<p>"It's nothing. Liver." He made a move to emerge from the +bed. "Exercise is all I want."</p> +<p>He saw Eve's lips tremble; he saw tears hanging in her eyes; +these phenomena induced in him the sensation of having somehow +committed a solecism or a murder. He withdrew the move to +emerge. She was hurt and desperate. He at once knew himself +defeated. He thought how annoying it was to have a woman in +the house who was so marvellously absorbed in his being. She +was wrong; but her unreasoning desperation triumphed over his +calm sagacity.</p> +<p>"Telephone for Dr. Veiga," said Mrs. Prohack to Machin, for +whom she had rung. "V-e-i-g-a. Bruton Street. He's in the +book. And ask him to come along as soon as he can to see Mr. +Prohack."</p> +<p>Now Mr. Prohack had heard of, but never seen, Dr. Veiga. He +had more than once listened to the Portuguese name on Eve's +lips, and the man had been mentioned more than once at the club. +Mr. Prohack knew that he was, if not a foreigner, of foreign +descent, and hence he did not like him. Mr. Prohack took kindly +to foreign singers and cooks, but not to foreign doctors. Moreover +he had doubts about the fellow's professional qualifications. +Therefore he strongly resented his wife's most singular and +startling order to Machin, and as soon as Machin had gone he +expressed himself:</p> +<p>"Anyway," he said curtly, after several exchanges, "I shall +see my own doctor, if I see any doctor at all—which is doubtful."</p> +<p>Eve's response was to kiss her husband—a sisterly rather than +a wifely kiss. And she said, in a sweet, noble voice:</p> +<p>"It's I that want Dr. Veiga's opinion about you, and I must +insist on having it. And what's more, you know I've never cared +for your friend Dr. Plott. He never seems to be interested. He +scarcely listens to what you have to say. He scarcely examines +you. He just makes you think your health is of no importance +at all, and it doesn't really matter whether you're ill or well, and +that you may get better or you mayn't, and that he'll humour +you by sending you a bottle of something."</p> +<p>"Stuff!" said Mr. Prohack. "He's a first-rate fellow. No infernal +nonsense about <i>him!</i> And what do <i>you</i> know about Veiga? +I should like to be informed."</p> +<p>"I met him at Mrs. Cunliff's. He cured her of cancer."</p> +<p>"You told me Mrs. Cunliff hadn't got cancer at all."</p> +<p>"Well, it was Dr. Veiga who found out she hadn't, and stopped +the operation just in time. She says he saved her life, and she's +quite right. He's wonderful."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack was now sitting on the bed. She gazed at her +husband's features with acute apprehension and yet with persuasive +grace.</p> +<p>"Oh! Arthur!" she murmured, "you are a worry to me!"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, not being an ordinary Englishman, knew himself +beaten—for the second time that morning. He dared not trifle +with his wife in her earnest, lofty mood.</p> +<p>"I bet you Veiga won't come," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"He will come," said Mrs. Prohack blandly.</p> +<p>"How do you know?"</p> +<p>"Because he told me he'd come at once if ever I asked him. +He's a perfect dear."</p> +<p>"Oh! I know the sort!" Mr. Prohack said sarcastically. "And +you'll see the fee he'll charge!"</p> +<p>"When it's a question of health money doesn't matter."</p> +<p>"It doesn't matter when you've got the money. You'd never +have dreamed of having Veiga this time yesterday. You wouldn't +even have sent for old Plott."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack merely kissed her husband again, with a kind of +ineffable resignation. Then Machin came in with her breakfast, +and said that Dr. Veiga would be round shortly, and was told to +telephone to the Treasury that her master was ill in bed.</p> +<p>"And what about my breakfast?" the victim enquired with irony. +"Give me some of your egg."</p> +<p>"No, dearest, egg is the very last thing you should have with +that colour."</p> +<p>"Well, if you'd like to know, I don't want any breakfast. +Couldn't eat any."</p> +<p>"There you are!" Mrs. Prohack exclaimed triumphantly. "And +yet you swear you aren't ill! That just shows.... It will be +quite the best thing for you not to take anything until Dr. Veiga's +been."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, helpless, examined the ceiling, and decided to go +to the office in the afternoon. He tried to be unhappy but couldn't. +Eve was too funny, too delicious, too exquisitely and ingenuously +"firm," too blissful in having him at her mercy, for him to be +unhappy.... To say nothing of the hundred thousand pounds! +And he knew that Eve also was secretly revelling in the hundred +thousand pounds. Dr. Veiga was her first bite at it.</p> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>Considering that he was well on the way to being a fashionable +physician, Dr. Veiga arrived with surprising promptitude. Mr. +Prohack wondered what hold Eve had upon him and how she had +acquired it. He was prejudiced against the fellow before he came +into the bedroom, simply because Eve, on hearing the noise of a +car and a doorbell, had hurried downstairs, and a considerable +interval had elapsed between the doctor's entrance into the house +and his appearance at the bedside. Mr. Prohack guessed easily +that those two had been plotting against him. Strange how Eve +could be passionately loyal and basely deceitful simultaneously! +The two-faced creature led the doctor forward with a candid smile +that partook equally of the smile of a guardian angel and the +smile of a cherub. She was an unparalleled comedian.</p> +<p>Dr. Veiga was fattish and rather shabby; about sixty years of +age. He spoke perfectly correct English with a marked foreign +accent. His demeanour was bland, slightly familiar, philosophical +and sympathetic. Dr. Plott's eyes would have said: "This is my +thirteenth visit this morning, and I've eighteen more to do, and +it's all very tedious. Why <i>do</i> you people let yourselves get +ill—if +it's a fact that you really are ill? I don't think you are, but +I'll see." Dr. Veiga's eyes said: "How interesting your case is! +You've had no luck this time. We must make the best of things; +but also we must face the truth. God knows I don't want to +boast, but I expect I can put you right, with the help of your own +strong commonsense."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, a connoisseur in human nature, noted the significances +of the Veiga glance, but he suspected that there might also +be something histrionic in it. Dr. Veiga examined heart, pulse, +tongue. He tapped the torso. He asked many questions. Then +he took an instrument out of a leather case which he carried, and +fastened a strap round Mr. Prohack's forearm and attached it to +the instrument, and presently Mr. Prohack could feel the strong +pulsations of the blood current in his arm.</p> +<p>"Dear, dear!" said Dr. Veiga. "175. Blood pressure too high. +Much too high! Must get that down."</p> +<p>Eve looked as though the end of the world had been announced, +and even Mr. Prohack had qualms. Ten minutes earlier Mr. Prohack +had been a strong, healthy man a trifle unwell in a bedroom. +He was suddenly transformed into a patient in a nursing-home.</p> +<p>"A little catarrh," said Dr. Veiga.</p> +<p>"I've got no catarrh," said Mr. Prohack, with conviction.</p> +<p>"Yes, yes. Catarrh of the stomach. Probably had it for years. +The duodenum is obstructed. A little accident that easily happens."</p> +<p>He addressed himself as it were privately to Mrs. Prohack. "The +duodenum is no thicker than that." He indicated the pencil with +which he was already writing in a pocket-book. "We'll get it +right."</p> +<p>"What is the duodenum?" Mr. Prohack wanted to cry out. But +he was too ashamed to ask. It was hardly conceivable that he, so +wise, so prudent, had allowed over forty years to pass in total +ignorance of this important item of his own body. He felt himself +to be a bag full of disconcerting and dangerous mysteries. +Or he might have expressed it that he had been smoking in +criminal nonchalance for nearly half a century on the top of a +powder magazine. He was deeply impressed by the rapidity and +assurance of the doctor's diagnosis. It was wonderful that the +queer fellow could in a few minutes single out an obscure organ +no bigger than a pencil and say: "There is the ill." The fellow +might be a quack, but sometimes quacks were men of genius. His +shame and his alarm quickly vanished under the doctor's reassuring +and bland manner. So much so that when Dr. Veiga had +written out a prescription, Mr. Prohack said lightly:</p> +<p>"I suppose I can get up, though."</p> +<p>To which Dr. Veiga amiably replied:</p> +<p>"I shall leave that to you. Perhaps if I tell you you'll be lucky +if you don't have jaundice...! But I think you <i>will</i> be lucky. +I'll try to look in again this afternoon."</p> +<p>These last words staggered both Mr. and Mrs. Prohack.</p> +<p>"I've been expecting this for years. I knew it would come." +Mrs. Prohack breathed tragically.</p> +<p>And even Mr. Prohack reflected aghast:</p> +<p>"My God! Doctor calling twice a day!"</p> +<p>True, "duodenum" was a terrible word.</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack gazed at Dr. Veiga as at a high priest, and waited +to be vouchsafed a further message.</p> +<p>"Anyhow, if I find it impossible to call, I'll telephone in any +case," said Dr. Veiga.</p> +<p>Some slight solace in this!</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack, like an acolyte, personally attended the high +priest as far as the street, listening with acute attention to his +recommendations. When she returned she had put on a carefully +bright face. Evidently she had decided, or had been told, that +cheerfulness was essential to ward off jaundice.</p> +<p>"Now that's what I <i>call</i> a doctor," said she. "To think of +your +friend Plott...! I've telephoned for a messenger boy to go to +the chemist's."</p> +<p>"You're at liberty to call the man a doctor," answered Mr. Prohack. +"And I'm at liberty to call him a fine character actor."</p> +<p>"I knew the moment you sat up it was jaundice," said Mrs. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack. "I lay you five to one I don't have +jaundice. Not that you'd ever pay me if you lost."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack said:</p> +<p>"When I saw you were asleep at after eight o'clock this morning +I knew there must be something serious. I felt it. However, +as the doctor says, if we <i>take</i> it seriously it will soon cease +to be +serious."</p> +<p>"He's not a bad phrase-maker," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>In the late afternoon Dr. Veiga returned like an old and familiar +acquaintance, with his confident air of saying: "We can +manage this affair between us—I am almost sure." Mr. Prohack +felt worse; and the room, lighted by one shaded lamp, had begun +to look rather like a real sick-room. Mr. Prohack, though he +mistrusted the foreign accent, the unprofessional appearance, and +the adventurous manner, was positively glad to see his new doctor, +and indeed felt that he had need of succour.</p> +<p>"Yes," said Dr. Veiga, after investigation. "My opinion is that +you'll escape jaundice. In four or five days you ought to be as +well as you were before the attack. I don't say <i>how</i> well you +were before."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack instantly felt better.</p> +<p>"It will be very awkward if I can't get back to the office early +next week," said he.</p> +<p>"I'm sure it will," Dr. Veiga agreed. "And it might be still +more awkward if you went back to the office early next week, and +then never went any more."</p> +<p>"What do you mean?"</p> +<p>Dr. Veiga smiled understandingly at Mrs. Prohack, as though +he and she were the only grown-up persons in the room.</p> +<p>"Look here," he addressed the patient. "I see I shall have to +charge you a fee for telling you what you know as well as I do. +The fact is I get my living by doing that. How old are you?"</p> +<p>"Forty-six."</p> +<p>"Every year of the war counts double. So you're over fifty. A +difficult age. You can run an engine ten hours a day for fifty +years. But it's worn; it's second-hand. And if you keep on running +it ten hours a day you'll soon discover how worn it is. But +you can run it five hours a day for another twenty years with +reasonable safety and efficiency. That's what I wanted to tell you. +You aren't the man you were, Mr. Prohack. You've lost the trick +of getting rid of your waste products. You say you feel tired. +Why do you feel tired? Being tired simply means being clogged. +The moment you feel tired your waste products are beginning to +pile up. Look at those finger joints! Waste products! Friction! +Why don't you sleep well? You say the more tired you are the +worse you sleep: and you seem surprised. But you're only surprised +because you haven't thought it out. Morpheus himself +wouldn't sleep if his body was a mass of friction-producing waste +products from top to toe. You aren't a body and soul, Mr. Prohack. +You're an engine—I wish you'd remember that and treat +yourself like one. The moment you feel tired, stop the engine. +If you don't, it'll stop itself. It pretty nearly stopped to-day. +You need lubrication too. The best lubricant is a tumbler of hot +water four times a day. And don't take coffee, or any salt except +what your cook puts into the dishes. Don't try to be cleverer than +nature. Don't think the clock is standing still. It isn't. If you +treat yourself as well as you treat your watch, you'll bury me. +If you don't, I shall bury you. All that I've told you I know by +heart, because I'm saying it to men of your age every day of +my life."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack felt like a reprimanded schoolboy. He feared the +wrath to come.</p> +<p>"Don't you think my husband ought to take a long holiday?" +Eve put in.</p> +<p>"Well, <i>of course</i> he ought," said Dr. Veiga, opening both +mouth +and eyes in protest against such a silly question.</p> +<p>"Six months?"</p> +<p>"At least."</p> +<p>"Where ought he to go?"</p> +<p>"Doesn't matter. Portugal, the Riviera, Switzerland. But it's +not the season yet for any of these places. If he wants to keep +on pleasant terms with nature he'll get out his car and motor +about his own country for a month or two. After that he might +go to the Continent. But of course he won't. I know these +official gentlemen. If you ask them to disturb their routine they'll +die first. They really would sooner die. Very natural of course. +Routine is their drug."</p> +<p>"My husband will take six months holiday," said Eve quietly. +"I suppose you could give the proper certificate? You see in these +Government departments...."</p> +<p>"I'll give you the certificate to-morrow."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was pretending to be asleep, or at least to be too +fatigued and indifferent to take notice of this remarkable +conversation. +But as soon as Dr. Veiga had blandly departed under +the escort of Eve, he slipped out of bed and cautiously padded to +the landing where there was a bookcase.</p> +<p>"Duodenum. Duodenum. Must be something to do with +twelve." Then he found a dictionary and brought it back into +the bedroom and consulted it. "So it's twelve inches long, is it?" +he murmured. He had just time to plunge into bed and pitch the +dictionary under the bed before his wife returned.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>She was bending over him.</p> +<p>"Darling!"</p> +<p>He opened his deceiving eyes. Her face was within a foot of +his.</p> +<p>"How do you feel now?"</p> +<p>"I feel," said he, "that this is the darnedest swindle that ever +was. If I hadn't come into a fortune I should have been back +at the office the day after to-morrow. In about eight hours, with +the help of that Portuguese mountebank, you've changed me from +a sane normal man into a blooming valetudinarian who must run +all over the earth in search of health. I've got to 'winter' somewhere, +have I? You'll see. It's absolutely incredible. It's more +like Maskelyne and Cook's than anything I ever came across." +He yawned. He knew that it was the disturbed duodenum that +caused him to yawn, and that also gave him a dry mouth and a +peculiar taste therein.</p> +<p>"Yes, darling," Eve smiled above him the smile of her impenetrable +angelicism. "Yes, darling. You're better."</p> +<p>The worst was that she had beaten him on the primary point. +He had asserted that he was not ill. She had asserted that he was. +She had been right; he wrong. He could not deny, even to himself, +that he was ill. Not gravely, only somewhat. But supposing +that he was gravely ill! Supposing that old Plott would agree +with all that Veiga had said! It was conceivable. Misgivings +shot through him.</p> +<p>And Eve had him at her sweet mercy. He was helpless. She +was easily the stronger. He perceived then, what many a husband +dies without having perceived, that his wife had a genuine +individual existence and volition of her own, that she was more +than his complement, his companion, the mother of his children.</p> +<p>She lowered her head further and gave him a long, fresh, damp +kiss. They were very intimate, with an intimacy that her enigmatic +quality could not impair. He was annoyed, aggrieved, rebellious, +but extremely happy in a weak sort of way. He hated +and loved her, he despised and adored her, he reprehended and +admired her—all at once. What specially satisfied him was that +he had her to himself. The always-impinging children were not +there. He liked this novel solitude of two.</p> +<p>"Darling, where is Charlie staying in Glasgow?"</p> +<p>"Why?"</p> +<p>"I want to write to him."</p> +<p>"Post's gone, my poor child."</p> +<p>"Then I shall telegraph."</p> +<p>"What about?"</p> +<p>"Never mind."</p> +<p>"I shan't tell you the address unless you promise to show me +the telegram. I intend to be master in my own house even if I +am dying."</p> +<p>Thus he saw the telegram, which ran: "Father ill in bed what +is the best motor car to buy. Love. Mother." The telegram +astounded Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Have you taken leave of your senses?" he cried. Then he +laughed. What else was there to do? What else but the philosopher's +laugh was adequate to the occasion?</p> +<p>While Eve with her own unrivalled hand was preparing the bedroom +for the night, Machin came in with a telegram. Without +being asked to do so Eve showed it to the sufferer: "Tell him to +buck up. Eagle six cylinder. Everything fine here. Charles."</p> +<p>"I think he might have sent his love," said Eve.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack no longer attempted to fight against the situation, +which was like a net winding itself round him.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_VIII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h2>SISSIE'S BUSINESS</h2> +<br /> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>One evening, ten days later, Mr. Prohack slipped out of his own +house as stealthily as a thief might have slipped into it. He was +cured provisionally. The unseen, unfelt, sinister duodenum no +longer mysteriously deranged his whole engine. Only a continual +sensation of slight fatigue indicated all the time that he was not +cleverer than nature and that he was not victoriously disposing of +his waste products. But he could walk mildly about; his zest for +smoking had in part returned; and to any uninstructed observer +he bore a close resemblance to a healthy man.</p> +<p>Four matters worried him, of which three may be mentioned +immediately. He could not go to the Treasury. His colleague +Hunter had amiably called the day after his seizure, and Mrs. +Prohack had got hold of Hunter. Her influence over sane and +well-balanced +males was really extraordinary. Mr. Prohack had remained +in perfect ignorance of the machinations of these two for +eight days, at the end of which period he received by post an +official document informing him that My Lords of the Treasury +had granted him six months' leave of absence for reasons of ill-health. +Dr. Veiga had furnished the certificate unknown to the +patient. The quick despatch of the affair showed with what +celerity a government department can function when it is actuated +from the inside. The leave of absence for reasons of ill-health +of course prevented Mr. Prohack from appearing at his +office. How could he with decency appear at his office seemingly +vigorous when it had been officially decided that he was too ill to +work? And Mr. Prohack desired greatly to visit the Treasury. +The habit of a life-time had been broken in a moment, and since +Mr. Prohack was the creature of that habit he suffered accordingly. +He had been suffering for two days. This was the first +matter that worried Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>The second matter had to do with his clubs. He was cut off +from his clubs. Partly for the same reason as that which cut him +off from the Treasury—for both his clubs were full of Civil +Servants—and +partly because he was still somehow sensitive concerning +the fact of his inheritance. He would have had a similar objection +to entering his clubs in Highland kilt. The explanation was +obvious. He hated to be conspicuous. His inheritance was already +(through Mr. Softly Bishop) the talk of certain official and club +circles, and Mr. Prohack apprehended that every eye would be +curiously upon him if he should set foot in a club. He could not +bear that, and he could not bear the questions and the pleasantries. +One day he would have to bear them—but not yet.</p> +<p>The third matter that worried him was that he could not, even +in secret, consult his own doctor. How could he go to old Plott +and say: "Plott, old man, I've been ill and my wife insisted upon +having another doctor, but I've come to ask you to tell me whether +or not the other doctor's right?" The thing was impossible. Yet +he badly wanted to verify Veiga by Plott. He still mistrusted +Veiga, though his mistrust lessened daily, despite his wish to see +it increase.</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack had benevolently suggested that he should run +down to his club, but on no account for a meal—merely "for a +change." He had declined, without giving the reason, and she had +admitted that perhaps he was right.</p> +<p>He attributed all the worries to his wife.</p> +<p>"I pay a fine price for that woman," he thought as he left the +house, "a rare fine price!" But as for her price, he never haggled +over it. She, just as she existed in her awful imperfection, was +his first necessary of life. She had gone out after dinner to see +an acquaintance about a house-maid (for already she was reorganising +the household on a more specious scale); she was a +mile off at least; but she would have disapproved of him breaking +loose into his clubs at night, and so the Terror of the departments +stole forth, instead of walking forth, intimidated by that moral +influence which she left behind her. Undoubtedly since the revolt +of the duodenum her grip of him had sensibly tightened.</p> +<p>Not that Mr. Prohack was really going to a club. He had deceitfully +told himself that he <i>might</i> stroll down to his principal +club, for the sake of exercise (his close friends among the members +were lunchers not diners), but the central self within himself +was aware that no club would see him that evening.</p> +<p>A taxi approached in the darkness; he knew by its pace that it +was empty. He told the driver to drive to Putney. In the old +days of eleven days ago he would not have dared to tell a taxi-driver +to drive to Putney, for the fare would have unbalanced his +dizzy private weekly budget; and even now he felt he was going +the deuce of a pace. Even now he would prudently not have taken +a taxi had not part of the American hundred thousand pounds +already materialised. Mr. Softly Bishop had been to see him on +the previous day, and in addition to being mysteriously sympathetic +about his co-heir's ill-health had produced seven thousand +pounds of the hundred thousand. A New York representative +had cabled fourteen thousand, not because Mr. Prohack was in a +hurry for seven, but because Mr. Softly Bishop was in a hurry for +seven. And Mr. Softly Bishop had pointed out something which +Mr. Prohack, Treasury official, had not thought of. He had +pointed out that Mr. Prohack might begin immediately to spend +just as freely as if the hundred thousand were actually in +hand.</p> +<p>"You see," said he, "the interest has been accumulating over +there ever since Angmering's death, and it will continue to accumulate +until we get all the capital; and the interest runs up +to about a couple of hundred a week for each of us."</p> +<p>Now Mr. Prohack had directed the taxi to his daughter's dance +studio, and perhaps it was the intention to do so that had made +him steal ignobly out of the house. For Eve would assuredly have +rebelled. A state of war existed between Eve and her daughter, +and Mr. Prohack's intelligence, as well as his heart, had ranged +him on Eve's side. Since Sissie's departure, the girl had given no +sign whatever to her parents. Mrs. Prohack had expected to see +her on the next day after her defection. But there was no Sissie, +and there was no message from Sissie. Mrs. Prohack bulged with +astounding news for Sissie, of her father's illness and inheritance. +But Mrs. Prohack's resentful pride would not make the first move, +and would not allow Mr. Prohack to make it. They knew, at +second-hand through a friend of Viola Ridle's, that Sissie was +regularly active at the studio; also Sissie had had the effrontery +to send a messenger for some of her clothes—without even a note! +The situation was incredible, and waxed daily in incredibility. +Sissie's behaviour could not possibly be excused.</p> +<p>This was the fourth and the chief matter that worried Mr. Prohack. +He regarded it sardonically as rather a lark; but he was +worried to think of the girl making a fool of herself with her +mother. Her mother was demonstrably in the right. To yield to +the chit's appalling heartlessness would be bad tactics and it would +be humiliating. Nevertheless Mr. Prohack had directed the taxi-driver +to the dance-studio at Putney. On the way it suddenly +occurred to him, almost with a shock, that he was a rich man, +secure from material anxieties, and that therefore he ought to feel +light-hearted. He had been losing sight of this very important +fact for quite some time.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>The woman in the cubicle near the door was putting a fresh +disc on to a gramophone and winding up the instrument. She +was a fat, youngish woman, in a parlourmaid's cap and apron, and +Mr. Prohack had a few days earlier had a glimpse of her seated in +his own hall waiting for a package of Sissie's clothes.</p> +<p>"Very sorry, sir," said she, turning her head negligently from +the gramophone and eyeing him seriously. "I'm afraid you can't +go in if you're not in evening dress." Evidently from her firm, +polite voice, she knew just what she was about, did that young +woman. She added: "The rule's very strict on Fridays."</p> +<p>At the same moment a bell rang once. The woman immediately +released the catch of the gramophone and lowered the needle on to +the disc, and Mr. Prohack heard music, but not from the cubicle. +There was a round hole in the match-board partition, and the +trumpet attachment of the gramophone disappeared beyond the +hole.</p> +<p>"This affair is organised," thought Mr. Prohack, decidedly impressed +by the ingenuity of the musical arrangement and by the +promptness of the orchestral director in obeying the signal of the +bell.</p> +<p>"My name is Prohack," said he. "I'm Miss Prohack's father."</p> +<p>This important announcement ought to have startled the sangfroid +of the guardian, but it did not. She merely said, with a +slight mechanical smile:</p> +<p>"As soon as this dance is over, sir, I'll let Miss Prohack know +she's wanted." She did not say: "Sir, a person of your eminence +is above rules. Go right in."</p> +<p>Two girls in all-enveloping dark cloaks entered behind him. +"Good-evening, Lizzie," one of them greeted the guardian. And +Lizzie's face relaxed into a bright genuine smile.</p> +<p>"Good-evening, miss. Good-evening, miss."</p> +<p>The two girls vanished rustlingly through a door over which +was hung a piece of cardboard with the written words: "Ladies' +cloakroom." In a few moments they emerged, white and fluffy +apparitions, eager, self-conscious, and they vanished through +another door. Mr. Prohack judged from their bridling and from +their whispers to each other that they belonged to the class which +ministers to the shopping-class. He admitted that they looked +very nice and attractive; but he had the sensation of having +blundered into a queer, hitherto unknown world, and of astonishment +and qualms that his daughter should be a ruler in that +world.</p> +<p>Lizzie stood up and peeped through a little square window in +the match-boarding. As soon as she had finished peeping Mr. +Prohack took liberty to peep also, and the dance-studio was revealed +to him. Somehow he could scarcely believe that it was not +a hallucination, and that he was really in Putney, and that his +own sober house in which Sissie had been reared still existed not +many miles off.</p> +<p>For Mr. Prohack, not continuously but at intervals, possessed +a disturbing faculty that compelled him to see the phenomena of +human life as they actually were, and to disregard entirely the +mere names of things,—which mere names by the magic power +of mere names usually suffice to satisfy the curiosity of most people +and to allay their misgivings if any. Mr. Prohack now saw +(when he looked downwards) a revolving disc which was grating +against a stationary needle and thereby producing unpleasant +rasping sounds. But it was also producing a quite different order +of sounds. He did not in the least understand, and he did not +suppose that anybody in the dance-studio understood, the delicate +secret mechanism by which these other sounds were produced. All +he knew was that by means of the trumpet attachment they were +transmitted through the wooden partition and let loose into the +larger air of the studio, where the waves of them had a singular +effect on the brains of certain bright young women and sombre +young and middle-aged men who were arranged in clasped couples: +with the result that the brains of the women and men sent orders +to their legs, arms, eyes, and they shifted to and fro in rhythmical +movements. Each woman placed herself very close—breast against +breast—to each man, yielding her volition absolutely to his, and +(if the man was the taller) often gazing up into his face with an +ecstatic expression of pleasure and acquiescence. The physical +relations between the units of each couple would have caused censorious +comment had the couple been alone or standing still; but +the movement and the association of couples seemed mysteriously +to lift the whole operation above criticism and to endow it with +a perfect propriety. The motion of the couples, and their manner +of moving, over the earth's surface were extremely monotonous; +some couples indeed only walked stiffly to and fro; on the other +hand a few exhibited variety, lightness and grace, in manoeuvres +which involved a high degree of mutual trust and comprehension. +While only some of the faces were ecstatic, all were rapt. The +ordinary world was shut out of this room, whose inhabitants had +apparently abandoned themselves with all their souls to the performance +of a complicated and solemn rite.</p> +<p>Odd as the spectacle was, Mr. Prohack enjoyed it. He enjoyed +the youth and the prettiness and the litheness of the brightly-dressed +girls and the stern masculinity of the men, and he enjoyed +the thought that both girls and men had had the wit to escape +from the ordinary world into this fantastic environment created +out of four walls, a few Chinese lanterns, some rouge, some stuffs, +some spangles, friction between two pieces of metal, and the +profoundest +instinct of nature. Beyond everything he enjoyed the +sight of the lithest and most elegant of the girls, whom he knew +to be Eliza Brating and who was dancing with a partner whose +skill obviously needed no lessons. He would have liked to see his +daughter Sissie in Eliza's place, but Sissie was playing the man's +rôle to a stout and nearly middle-aged lady, whose chief talent +for +the rite appeared to be an iron determination.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was in danger of being hypnotised by the spectacle, +but suddenly the conflict between the disc and the needle grew +more acute, and Lizzie, the guardian, dragged the needle sharply +from the bosom of its antagonist. The sounds ceased, and the +brains of the couples in the studio, no longer inspired by the sounds, +ceased to inspire the muscles of the couples, and the rite suddenly +finished. Mr. Prohack drew breath.</p> +<p>"To think," he reflected, "that this sort of thing is seriously +going +on all over London at this very instant, and that many earnest +persons are making a livelihood from it, and that nobody but me +perceives how marvellous, charming, incomprehensible and disconcerting +it is!"</p> +<p>He said to the guardian:</p> +<p>"There doesn't seem to be much 'lesson' about this business. +Everybody here seems to be able to dance all right."</p> +<p>To which Lizzie replied with a sagacious, even ironic, smile:</p> +<p>"You see, sir, on these gala nights they all do their very best."</p> +<p>"Father!"</p> +<p>Sissie had arrived upon him. Clearly she was preoccupied, if +not worried, and the unexpected sight of her parent forced her, +as it were, unwillingly from one absorbing train of ideas into +another. She was startled, self-conscious, nervous. Still, she +jumped at him and kissed him,—as if in a dream.</p> +<p>"Nothing the matter, is there?"</p> +<p>"Nothing."</p> +<p>"I'm frightfully busy to-night. Just come in here, will you?"</p> +<p>And she took him into the ladies' cloakroom—an apartment the +like of which he had never before seen. It had only one chair, in +front of a sort of dressing-table covered with mysterious apparatus +and instruments.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack inspected his daughter as though she had been +somebody else's daughter.</p> +<p>"Well," said he. "You look just like a real business woman, +except the dress."</p> +<p>She was very attractive, very elegant, comically young (to him), +and very business-like in her smart, short frock, stockings, and +shoes.</p> +<p>"Can't you understand," she objected firmly, "that this is my +business dress, just as much as a black frock and high collar would +be in an office?"</p> +<p>He gave a short, gentle laugh.</p> +<p>"I don't know what you're laughing at, dad," she reproached +him, not unkindly. "Anyhow, I'm glad some one's come at last. I +was beginning to think that my home had forgotten all about me. +Even when I sent up for some clothes no message came back."</p> +<p>The life-long experience of Mr. Prohack had been that important +and unusual interviews rarely corresponded with the anticipation +of them, and the present instance most sharply confirmed +his experience. He had expected to be forgiving an apologetic +daughter, but the reality was that he found himself in the dock. +He hesitated for words, and Sissie went on:</p> +<p>"Here have I been working myself to death reorganising this +place after Viola went—and I can tell you it needed reorganising! +Haven't had a minute in the mornings, and of course there are +the lessons afternoon and evening. And no one's been down to +see how I was getting on, or even written. I do think it's a bit +steep. Mother might have known that if I <i>had</i> had any spare +time I should have run up."</p> +<p>"I've been rather queer," he excused himself and the family. +"And your mother's been looking after me, and of course you +know Charlie's still in Glasgow."</p> +<p>"I don't know anything," she corrected him. "But you needn't +tell me that if you've been unwell mother's been looking after you. +Does she ever do anything else? Are you better? What was it? +You <i>look</i> all right."</p> +<p>"Oh! General derangement. I haven't been to the office since +you decamped." He did not feel equal to telling her that he would +not be returning to the office for months. She had said that he +looked all right, and her quite honest if hasty verdict on his +appearance gave him a sense of guilt, and also renewed suspicions +of Dr. Veiga.</p> +<p>"Not been to the office!" The statement justly amazed the girl, +almost shocked her. But she went on in a fresh, satirical accent +recalling Mr. Prohack's own: "You <i>must</i> have been upset! But +of course you're highly nervous, dad, and I expect the excitement +of the news of your fortune was too much for you. I know +exactly how you get when anything unusual happens."</p> +<p>She had heard of the inheritance!</p> +<p>"I was going to tell you about that little affair," he said +awkwardly. +"So you knew! Who told you?"</p> +<p>"Nobody in my family at any rate," she answered. "I heard of +it from an outsider, and of course from sheer pride I had to pretend +that I knew all about it. And what's more, father, you knew +when you gave me that fifty pounds, only you wouldn't let on. +Don't deny it.... Naturally I'm glad about it, very glad. And +yet I'm not. I really rather regret it for you and mother. You'll +never be as happy again. Riches will spoil my poor darling +mother."</p> +<p>"That remains to be seen, Miss Worldly Wisemiss," he retorted +with unconvincing lightness. He was disturbed, and he was impressed, +by her indifference to the fortune. It appeared not to +concern or to interest her. She spoke not merely as one who +objected to unearned wealth but as one to whom the annals of +the Prohack family were henceforth a matter of minor importance. +It was very strange, and Mr. Prohack had to fight against a feeling +of intimidation. The girl whom he had cherished for over twenty +years and whom he thought he knew to the core, was absolutely +astounding him by the revelation of her individuality. He didn't +know her. He was not her father. He was helpless before her.</p> +<p>"How are things here?" he demanded, amiably inquisitive, as +an acquaintance.</p> +<p>"Excellent," said she. "Jolly hard work, though."</p> +<p>"Yes, I should imagine so. Teaching men dancing! By Jove!"</p> +<p>"There's not so much difficulty about teaching men. The difficulty's +with the women. Father, they're awful. You can't imagine their +stupidity."</p> +<p>Lizzie glanced into the room. She simply glanced, and Sissie +returned the glance.</p> +<p>"You'll have to excuse me a bit, father," said Sissie. "I'll come +back as quick as I can. Don't go." She departed hurriedly.</p> +<p>"I'd better get out of this anyhow," thought Mr. Prohack, surveying +the ladies' cloakroom. "If one of 'em came in I should +have to explain my unexplainable presence in this sacred grot."</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>Having received no suggestion from his daughter as to how he +should dispose of himself while awaiting her leisure, Mr. Prohack +made his way back to the guardian's cubicle. And there he discovered +a chubby and intentionally-young man in the act of gazing +through the small window into the studio exactly as he himself +had been gazing a few minutes earlier.</p> +<p>"Hel<i>lo</i>, Prohack!" exclaimed the chubby and +intentionally-young +man, with the utmost geniality and calmness.</p> +<p>"How d'ye do?" responded Mr. Prohack with just as much calmness +and perhaps ten per cent less geniality. Mr. Prohack was +a peculiar fellow, and that on this occasion he gave rather less +geniality than he received was due to the fact that he had never +before spoken to the cupid in his life and that he was wondering +whether membership of the same club entirely justified so informal +a mode of address—without an introduction and outside the club +premises. For, like all modest men, Mr. Prohack had some sort +of a notion of his own dignity, a sort of a notion that occasionally +took him quite by surprise. Mr. Prohack did not even know the +surname of his aggressor. He only knew that he never overheard +other men call him anything but "Ozzie." Had not Mr. +Prohack been buried away all his life in the catacombs of the +Treasury and thus cut off from the great world-movement, he +would have been fully aware that Oswald Morfey was a person +of importance in the West End of London, that he was an outstanding +phenomenon of the age, that he followed very closely +all the varying curves of the great world-movement, that he was +constantly to be seen on the pavements of Piccadilly, Bond Street, +St. James's Street, Pall Mall and Hammersmith, that he was never +absent from a good first night or a private view of very new or +very old pictures or a distinguished concert or a poetry-reading +or a fashionable auction at Christie's, that he received invitations +to dinner for every night in the week and accepted all those that +did not clash with the others, that in return for these abundant +meals he gave about once a month a tea-party in his trifling Japanese +flat in Bruton Street, where the sandwiches were as thin as +the sound of the harpsichord which eighteenth century ladies +played at his request; and that he was in truth what Mr. Asprey +Chown called "social secretary" to Mr. Asprey Chown.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack might be excused for his ignorance of this last +fact, for the relation between Asprey Chown and Ozzie was never +very clearly defined—at any rate by Ozzie. He had no doubt +learned, from an enforced acquaintance with the sides of +motor-omnibuses, +that Mr. Asprey Chown was a theatre-manager of some +activity, but he certainly had not truly comprehended that Mr. +Asprey Chown was head of one of the two great rival theatrical +combines and reputed to be the most accomplished showman in +the Western hemisphere, with a jewelled finger in notable +side-enterprises +such as prize-fights, restaurants, and industrial companies. +The knowing ones from whom naught is hidden held that +Asprey Chown had never given a clearer proof of genius than in +engaging this harmless and indefatigable parasite of the West End +to be his social secretary. The knowing ones said further that +whereas Ozzie was saving money, nobody could be sure that Asprey +Chown was saving money. The engagement had a double effect—it +at once put Asprey Chown into touch with everything that +could be useful to him for the purposes of special booming, and +it put Ozzie into touch with half the theatrical stars of London—in +an age when a first-rate heroine of revue was worth at least two +duchesses and a Dame in the scale of social values.</p> +<p>Mr. Oswald Morfey, doubtless in order to balance the modernity +of his taste in the arts, wore a tight black stock and a wide eyeglass +ribbon in the daytime, and in the evening permitted himself +to associate a soft silk shirt with a swallow-tail coat. It was to +Mr. Prohack's secondary (and more exclusive) club that he +belonged. Inoffensive though he was, he had managed innocently +to offend Mr. Prohack. "Who is the fellow?" Mr. Prohack had +once asked a friend in the club, and having received no answer +but "Ozzie," Mr. Prohack had added: "He's a perfect ass," and +had given as a reason for this harsh judgment: "Well, I can't +stick the way he walks across the hall."</p> +<p>In the precincts of the dance-studio Mr. Oswald Morfey said +in that simple, half-lisping tone and with that wide-open child-like +glance that characterised most of his remarks:</p> +<p>"A very prosperous little affair here!" Having said this, he let +his eyeglass fall into the full silkiness of his shirt-front, and +turned and smiled very amicably and agreeably on Mr. Prohack, +who could not help thinking: "Perhaps after all you aren't such +a bad sort of an idiot."</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "Do you often get as far as Putney?" +For Mr. Oswald Morfey, enveloped as he unquestionably was in the +invisible aura of the West End, seemed conspicuously out of place +in a dance-studio in a side-street in Putney, having rather the air +of an angelic visitant.</p> +<p>"Well, now I come to think of it, I don't!" Mr. Morfey answered +nearly all questions as though they were curious, disconcerting +questions that took him by surprise. This mannerism was universally +attractive—until you got tired of it.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was now faintly attracted by it,—so that he said, +in a genuine attempt at good-fellowship:</p> +<p>"You know I can't for the life of me remember your name. +You must excuse me. My memory for names is not what it was. +And I hate to dissemble, don't you?"</p> +<p>The announcement was a grave shock to Mr. Oswald Morfey, +who imagined that half the taxi-drivers in London knew him by +sight. Nevertheless he withstood the shock like a little man of +the world, and replied with miraculous and sincere politeness: +"I'm sure there's no reason why you should remember my name." +And he vouchsafed his name.</p> +<p>"Of course! Of course!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack, with a politeness +equally miraculous, for the word "Morfey" had no significance +for the benighted official. "How stupid of me!"</p> +<p>"By the way," said Mr. Morfey in a lower, confidential tone. +"Your Eagle will be ready to-morrow instead of next week."</p> +<p>"My Eagle?"</p> +<p>"Your new car."</p> +<p>It was Mr. Prohack's turn to be staggered, and to keep his +nerve. Not one word had he heard about the purchase of a car +since Charlie's telegram from Glasgow. He had begun to think +that his wife had either forgotten the necessity of a car or was +waiting till his more complete recovery before troubling him to +buy it. And he had taken care to say nothing about it himself, +for he had discovered, upon searching his own mind, that his interest +in motor-cars was not an authentic interest and that he had +no desire at all to go motoring in pursuit of health. And lo! Eve +had been secretly engaged in the purchase of a car for him! Oh! +A remarkable woman, Eve: she would stop at nothing when his +health was in question. Not even at a two thousand pound car.</p> +<p>"Ah, yes!" said Mr. Prohack, with as much tranquillity as though +his habit was to buy a car once a week or so. "To-morrow, you +say? Good!" Was the fellow then a motor-car tout working on +commission?</p> +<p>"You see," said Ozzie, "my old man owns a controlling interest +in the Eagle Company. That's how I happen to know."</p> +<p>"I see," murmured Mr. Prohack, speculating wildly in private +as to the identity of Ozzie's old man.</p> +<p>When Ozzie with a nod and a smile and a re-fixing of his monocle +left the cubicle to enter the studio, he left Mr. Prohack freshly +amazed at the singularities of the world and of women, even the +finest women. How disturbing to come down to Putney in a taxi-cab +in order to learn from a stranger that you have bought a two +thousand pound car which is to come into your possession on the +morrow! The dangerousness, the excitingness, of being rich struck +Mr. Prohack very forcibly.</p> +<p>A few minutes later he beheld a sight which affected him more +deeply, and less pleasantly, than anything else in an evening of +thunderclaps. Through the little window he saw Sissie dancing +with Ozzie Morfey. And although Sissie was not gazing upward +ecstatically into Ozzie's face—she could not because they were of +a size—and although her features had a rather stern, fixed expression, +Mr. Prohack knew, from his knowledge of her, that Sissie +was in a secret ecstasy of enjoyment while dancing with this man. +He did not like her ecstasy. Was it possible that she, so sensible +and acute, had failed to perceive that the fellow was a perfect ass? +For in spite of his amiability, a perfect ass the fellow was. The +sight of his Sissie held in the arms of Ozzie Morfey revolted Mr. +Prohack. But he was once again helpless. And the most sinister +suspicions crawled into his mind. Why was the resplendent, the +utterly correct Ozzie dancing in a dancing studio in Putney? Certainly +he was not there to learn dancing. He danced to perfection. +The feet of the partners seemed to be married into a mystic +unity of direction. The performance was entrancing to watch. +Could it be possible that Ozzie was there because Sissie was there? +Darker still, could it be possible that Sissie had taken a share in +the studio for any reason other than a purely commercial reason?</p> +<p>"He thinks you're a darling," said Sissie to her father afterwards +when he and she and Eliza Brating, alone together in the studio, +were informally consuming buns and milk in the corner where +the stove was.</p> +<p>The talk ran upon dancers, and whether Ozzie Morfey was not +one of the finest dancers in London. Was Sissie's tone quite natural? +Mr. Prohack could not be sure. Eliza Brating said she +must go at once in order not to miss the last tram home. Mr. +Prohack, without thinking, said that he would see her home in his +taxi, which had been ruthlessly ticking his fortune away for much +more than an hour.</p> +<p>"Kiss mother for me," said Sissie, "and tell her that she's a +horrid old thing and I shall come along and give her a piece of +my mind one of these days." And she gave him the kiss for her +mother.</p> +<p>And as she kissed him, Mr. Prohack was very proud of his +daughter—so efficient, so sound, so straight, so graceful.</p> +<p>"She's all right, anyway," he reflected. And yet she could be +ecstatic in the arms of that perfect ass! And in the taxi: "Fancy +me seeing home this dancing-mistress!" Eliza lived at Brook +Green. She was very elegant, and quite unexceptionable until she +opened her mouth. She related to him how her mother, who had +once been a <i>premier sujet</i> in the Covent Garden ballet, was +helpless +from sciatica. But she related this picturesque and pride-causing +detail in a manner very insipid, naïve, and even vulgar, +(After all there was a difference between First Division and Second +Division in the Civil Service!) She was boring him terribly +before they reached Brook Green. She took leave with a deportment +correct but acquired at an age too late. Still, he had liked +to see her home in the taxi. She was young, and she was an object +pleasing to the eye. He realised that he was not accustomed to the +propinquity of young women. What would his cronies at the Club +say to the escapade?... Odd, excessively odd, that the girl +should be Sissie's partner, in a business enterprise of so odd a +character!... The next thing was to meet Eve after the escapade. +Should he keep to the defensive, or should he lead off with an +attack apropos of the Eagle car?</p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_IX"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h2>COLLISION</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>After an eventful night Mr. Prohack woke up late to breakfast +in bed. Theoretically he hated breakfast in bed, but in practice +he had recently found that the inconveniences to himself were +negligible compared to the intense and triumphant pleasure which +his wife took in seeing him breakfast in bed, in being fully dressed +while he was in pyjamas and dressing-gown, and in presiding over +the meal and over him. Recently Marian had formed the habit +of rising earlier and appearing to be very busy upon various +minute jobs at an hour when, a few weeks previously, she would +scarcely have decided that day had given place to night. Mr. +Prohack, without being able precisely to define it, thought that he +understood the psychology of the change in this unique woman. +Under ordinary circumstances he would have been worried by +his sense of fatigue, but now, as he had nothing whatever to do, +he did not much care whether he was tired or not. Neither the +office nor the State would suffer through his lack of tone.</p> +<p>The events of the night had happened exclusively inside Mr. +Prohack's head. Nor were they traceable to the demeanour of his +wife when he returned home from the studio. She had mysteriously +behaved to him as though nocturnal excursions to disgraceful +daughters in remote quarters of London were part of his daily +routine. She had been very sweet and very incurious. Whereon +Mr. Prohack had said to himself: "She has some diplomatic +reason for being an angel." And even if she had not been an +angel, even if she had been the very reverse of an angel, Mr. +Prohack would not have minded, and his night would not have +been thereby upset; for he regarded her as a beautiful natural +phenomenon is regarded by a scientist, lovingly and wonderingly, +and he was incapable of being irritated for more than a few seconds +by anything that might be done or said by this forest creature of +the prime who had strayed charmingly into the twentieth century. +He was a very fortunate husband.</p> +<p>No! The eventfulness of the night originated in reflection upon +the relations between Sissie and Ozzie Morfey. If thoughts could +take physical shape and solidity, the events of the night would +have amounted to terrible collisions and catastrophes in the +devil-haunted +abysses of Mr. Prohack's brain. The forces of evil were +massacring all opponents between three and four a.m. It was at +this period Mr. Prohack was convinced that Sissie, in addition to +being an indescribably heartless daughter, was a perfect fool +hoodwinked by a perfect ass, and that Ozzie's motive in the affair +was not solely or chiefly admiration for Sissie, but admiration of +the great fortune which, he had learnt, had fallen into the lap +of Sissie's father. After five o'clock, according to the usual +sequence, the forces of evil lost ground, and at six-thirty, when the +oblong of the looking-glass glimmered faintly in the dawn, Mr. +Prohack said roundly: "I am an idiot," and went to sleep.</p> +<p>"Now, darling," said Eve when he emerged from the bathroom. +"Don't waste any more time. I want you to give me your opinion +about something downstairs."</p> +<p>"Child," said Mr. Prohack. "What on earth do you mean—'wasting +time'? Haven't you insisted, and hasn't your precious +doctor insisted, that I must read the papers for an hour in bed +after I've had my breakfast in bed? Talk about 'wasting time' +indeed!"</p> +<p>"Yes, of course darling," Eve concurred, amazingly angelic. "I +don't mean you've been wasting time; only I don't want you to +waste any <i>more</i> time."</p> +<p>"My mistake," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>From mere malice and wickedness he spun out the business of +dressing to nearly its customary length, and twice Eve came +uneasily into the bedroom to see if she could be of assistance to +him. No nurse could have been so beautifully attentive. During +one of her absences he slipped furtively downstairs into the +drawing-room, +where he began to strum on the piano, though the room +was yet by no means properly warm. She came after him, admirably +pretending not to notice that he was behaving unusually. She +was attired for the street, and she carried his hat and his thickest +overcoat.</p> +<p>"You're coming out," said she, holding up the overcoat cajolingly.</p> +<p>"That's just where you're mistaken," said he.</p> +<p>"But I want to show you something."</p> +<p>"What do you want to show me?"</p> +<p>"You shall see when you come out."</p> +<p>"Is it by chance the bird of the mountains that I am to see?"</p> +<p>"The bird of the mountains? My dear Arthur! What are you +driving at now?"</p> +<p>"Is it the Eagle car?" And as she staggered speechless under +the blow he proceeded: "Ah! Did you think you could deceive +<i>me</i> with your infantile conspiracies and your tacit deceits and +your +false smiles?"</p> +<p>She blushed.</p> +<p>"Some one's told you. And I do think it's a shame!"</p> +<p>"And who should have told me? Who have I seen? I suppose +you think I picked up the information at Putney last night. And +haven't you opened all my letters since I was ill, on the pretext +of saving me worry? Shall I tell you how I know? I knew from +your face. Your face, my innocent, can't be read like a book. +It can be read like a newspaper placard, and for days past I've +seen on it, 'Extra special. Exciting purchase of a motor-car by a +cunning wife.'" Then he laughed. "No, chit. That fellow +Oswald Morfey, let it out last night."</p> +<p>When she had indignantly enquired how Oswald Morfey came +to be mixed up in her private matters, she said:</p> +<p>"Well, darling, I hope I needn't tell you that my <i>sole</i> +object +was to save you trouble. The car simply had to be bought, and +as quickly as possible, so I did it. Need I tell you—"</p> +<p>"You needn't, certainly," Mr. Prohack agreed, and going to +the window he lifted the curtain. Yes. There stood a real car, a +landaulette, with the illustrous eagle on the front of its radiator, +and a real chauffeur by its side. The thing seemed entirely miraculous +to Mr. Prohack; and he was rather impressed by his wife's +daring and enterprise. After all, it was somewhat of an undertaking +for an unworldly woman to go out alone into the world +and buy a motor-car and engage a chauffeur, not to mention clothing +the chauffeur. But Mr. Prohack kept all his imperturbability.</p> +<p>"Isn't it lovely?"</p> +<p>"Is it paid for?"</p> +<p>"Oh, no!"</p> +<p>"Didn't you have to pay any deposit?"</p> +<p>"Of course I didn't. I gave your name, and that was sufficient. +We needn't keep it if we don't like it after the trial run."</p> +<p>"And is it insured?"</p> +<p>"Of course, darling."</p> +<p>"And what about the licence?"</p> +<p>"Oh! The Eagle Company saw to all those stupid things for +me."</p> +<p>"And how many times have you forged my signature while I've +been lying on a bed of pain?"</p> +<p>"The fact is, darling, I made the purchase in my own name. +Now come <i>along</i>. We're going round the park."</p> +<p>The way she patted his overcoat when she had got it on to him...! +The way she took him by the hand and pulled him towards +the drawing-room door...! She had done an exceedingly audacious +deed, and her spirits rose as she became convinced from his +demeanour that she had not pushed audacity too far. (For she was +never absolutely sure of him.)</p> +<p>"Wait one moment," said Mr. Prohack releasing himself and +slipping back to the window.</p> +<p>"What's the matter?"</p> +<p>"I merely desired to look at the chauffeur's face. Is it a real +chauffeur? Not an automaton?"</p> +<p>"Arthur!"</p> +<p>"You're sure he's quite human?" Mrs. Prohack closed the piano, +and then stamped her foot.</p> +<p>"Listen," said Mr. Prohack. "I'm about to trust my life to the +mysterious being inside that uniform. Did you imagine that I +would trust my life to a perfect stranger? In another half hour +he and I may be lying in hospital side by side. And I don't even +know his name! Fetch him in, my dove, and allow me to establish +relations with him. But confide to me his name first." The +expression on Mrs. Prohack's features was one of sublime forbearance +under ineffable provocation.</p> +<p>"This is Carthew," she announced, bringing the chauffeur into +the drawing-room.</p> +<p>Carthew was a fairly tall, fairly full-bodied, grizzled man of +about forty; he carried his cap and one gauntleted glove in one +gloved hand, and his long, stiff green overcoat slanted down from +his neck to his knees in an unbroken line. He had the impassivity +of a policeman.</p> +<p>"Good morning, Carthew," Mr. Prohack began, rising. "I +thought that you and I would like to make one another's acquaintance."</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack held out his hand, which Carthew calmly took.</p> +<p>"Will you sit down?"</p> +<p>"Thank you, sir."</p> +<p>"Have a cigarette?" Carthew hesitated.</p> +<p>"Do you mind if I have one of my own, sir?"</p> +<p>"These are Virginian."</p> +<p>"Oh! Thank you, sir." And Carthew took a cigarette from Mr. +Prohack's case.</p> +<p>"Light?"</p> +<p>"After you, sir."</p> +<p>"No, no."</p> +<p>"Thank you, sir."</p> +<p>Carthew coughed, puffed, and leaned back a little in his chair. +At this point Mrs. Prohack left the room. (She said afterwards +that she left the room because she couldn't have borne to be present +when Carthew's back broke the back of the chair.)</p> +<p>Carthew sat silent.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack. "What do you think of the car? I +ought to tell you I know nothing of motors myself, and this is the +first one I've ever had."</p> +<p>"The Eagle is a very good car, sir. If you ask me I should say +it was light on tyres and a bit thirsty with petrol. It's one of +them cars as anybody can <i>drive</i>—if you understand what I mean. +I mean anybody can make it <i>go</i>. But of course that's only the +beginning of what I call driving."</p> +<p>"Just so," agreed Mr. Prohack, drawing by his smile a very +faint smile from Carthew. "My son seems to think it's about the +best car on the market."</p> +<p>"Well, sir, I've been mixed up with cars pretty well all my +life—I +mean since I was twenty—"</p> +<p>"Have you indeed!"</p> +<p>"I have, sir—" Carthew neatly flicked some ash on the carpet, +and Mr. Prohack thoughtfully did the same—"I have, sir, and I +haven't yet come across the best car on the market, if you understand +what I mean."</p> +<p>"Perfectly," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>Carthew sat silent.</p> +<p>"But it's a very good car. Nobody could wish for a better. I'll +say that," he added at length.</p> +<p>"Had many accidents in your time?"</p> +<p>"I've been touched, sir, but I've never touched anything myself. +You can have an accident while you're drawn up alongside +the kerb. It rather depends on how many fools have been +let loose in the traffic, doesn't it, sir, if you understand what I +mean."</p> +<p>"Exactly," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>Carthew sat silent.</p> +<p>"I gather you've been through the war," Mr. Prohack began +again.</p> +<p>"I was in the first Territorial regiment that landed in France, +and I got my discharge July 1919."</p> +<p>"Wounded?"</p> +<p>"Well, sir, I've been blown up twice and buried once and pitched +into the sea once, but nothing ever happened to me."</p> +<p>"I see you don't wear any ribbons."</p> +<p>"It's like this, sir. I've seen enough ribbons on chests since the +armistice. It isn't as if I was one of them conscripts."</p> +<p>"No," murmured Mr. Prohack thoughtfully; then brightening: +"And as soon as you were discharged you went back to your old +job?"</p> +<p>"I did and I didn't, sir. The fact is, I've been driving an +ambulance for the City of London, but as soon as I heard of something +private I chucked that. I can't say as I like these Corporations. +There's a bit too much stone wall about them Corporations, +for my taste."</p> +<p>"Family man?" asked Mr. Prohack lightly. "I've two children +myself and both of them can drive."</p> +<p>"Really, sir, I am a family man, as ye might say, but my wife +and me, we're best apart."</p> +<p>"Sorry to hear that. I didn't want to—"</p> +<p>"Oh, not at all, sir! That's all right. But you see—the war—me +being away and all that—I've got the little boy. He's nine."</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack, jumping up nervously, "suppose we +go and have a look at the car, shall we?"</p> +<p>"Certainly, sir," said Carthew, throwing the end of his cigarette +into the fender, and hastening.</p> +<p>"My dove," said Mr. Prohack to his wife in the hall. "I congratulate +you on your taste in chauffeurs. Carthew and I have +laid the foundations of a lasting friendship."</p> +<p>"I really wonder you asked him to smoke in the drawing-room," +Mrs. Prohack critically observed.</p> +<p>"Why? He saved England for me; and now I'm trusting my +life to him."</p> +<p>"I do believe you'd <i>like</i> there to be a revolution in this +country."</p> +<p>"Not at all, angel! And I don't think there'll be one. But I'm +taking my precautions in case there should be one."</p> +<p>"He's only a chauffeur."</p> +<p>"That's very true. He was doing some useful work, driving an +ambulance to hospitals. But we've stopped that. He's now only +a chauffeur to the idle rich."</p> +<p>"Oh, Arthur! I wish you wouldn't try to be funny on such subjects. +You know you don't mean it."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack was now genuinely reproachful, and the first conjugal +joy-ride might have suffered from a certain constraint had +it taken place. It did not, however, take place. Just as Carthew +was holding out the rug (which Eve's prodigious thoroughness had +remembered to buy) preparatory to placing it on the knees of his +employers, a truly gigantic automobile drove up to the door, its +long bonnet stopping within six inches of the Eagle's tail-lantern. +The Eagle looked like nothing at all beside it. Mr. Prohack knew +that leviathan. He had many times seen it in front of the portals +of his principal club. It was the car of his great club crony, Sir +Paul Spinner, the "city magnate."</p> +<p>Sir Paul, embossed with carbuncles, got out, and was presently +being presented to Eve,—for the friendship between Mr. Prohack +and Sir Paul had been a purely club friendship. Like many such +friendships it had had no existence beyond the club, and neither +of the cronies knew anything of real interest about the domestic +circumstances of the other. Sir Paul was very apologetic to Eve, +but he imperiously desired an interview with Mr. Prohack at once. +Eve most agreeably and charmingly said that she would take a +little preliminary airing in the car by herself, and return for her +husband. Mr. Prohack would have preferred her to wait for him; +but, though Eve was sagacious enough at all normal times, when +she got an idea into her head that idea ruthlessly took precedence +of everything else in the external world. Moreover the car was +her private creation, and she was incapable of resisting its +attractions +one minute longer.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>"I hear you've come into half a million, Arthur," said Paul +Spinner, after he had shown himself very friendly and optimistic +about Mr. Prohack's health and given the usual bulletin about his +own carbuncles and the shortcomings of the club.</p> +<p>"But you don't believe it, Paul."</p> +<p>"I don't," agreed Paul. "Things get about pretty fast in the +City and we can size them up fairly well; and I should say, putting +two and two together, that a hundred and fifty thousand +would be nearer the mark."</p> +<p>"It certainly is," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>If Paul Spinner had suggested fifty thousand, Mr. Prohack +would have corrected him, but being full of base instincts he had +no impulse to correct the larger estimate, which was just as inaccurate.</p> +<p>"Well, well! It's a most romantic story and I congratulate you +on it. No such luck ever happened to me." Sir Paul made this +remark in a tone to indicate that he had had practically no luck +himself. And he really believed that he had had no luck, though +the fact was that he touched no enterprise that failed. Every year +he signed a huger cheque for super-tax, and every year he signed +it with a gesture signifying that he was signing his own ruin.</p> +<p>This distressing illusion of Sir Paul's was probably due to his +carbuncles, which of all pathological phenomena are among the +most productive of a pessimistic philosophy. The carbuncles were +well known up and down Harley Street. They were always to be +cured and they never were cured. They must have cost their +owner about as much as his motor-car for upkeep—what with medical +fees, travelling and foreign hotels—and nobody knew whether +they remained uncured because they were incurable or because the +medical profession thought it would be cruel at one stroke to +deprive itself of a regular income and Sir Paul of his greatest +hobby. The strange thing was that Sir Paul with all his powerful +general sagacity and shrewdness, continued firmly, despite endless +disappointments, in the mystical faith that one day the carbuncles +would be abolished.</p> +<p>"I won't beat about the bush," said he. "We know one another. +I came here to talk frankly and I'll talk frankly."</p> +<p>"You go right ahead," Mr. Prohack benevolently encouraged him.</p> +<p>"First of all I should like to give you just the least hint of +warning against that fellow Softly Bishop. I daresay you know +something' about him—"</p> +<p>"I know nothing about him, except the way he looks down his +nose. But no man who looks down his nose the way he looks down +his nose is going to influence me in the management of my financial +affairs. I'm only an official; I should be a lamb in the City; +but I have my safeguards, old chap. Thanks for the tip all the +same."</p> +<p>Sir Paul Spinner laughed hoarsely, as Mr. Prohack had made +him laugh hundreds of times in the course of their friendship. +And Mr. Prohack was aware of a feeling of superiority to Sir +Paul. The feeling grew steadily in his breast, and he was not +quite sure how it originated. Perhaps it was due to a note of +dawning obsequiousness in Sir Paul's laugh, reminding Mr. Prohack +of the ancient proverb that the jokes of the exalted are always +side-splitting.</p> +<p>"As I say," Sir Paul proceeded, "you and I know each other."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack nodded, with a trace of impatience against unnecessary +repetition. Yet he was suddenly struck with the odd +thought that Sir Paul certainly did not know him, but only odd bits +of him; and he was doubtful whether he knew Sir Paul. He saw +an obese man of sixty sitting in the very chair that a few moments +ago had been occupied by Carthew the chauffeur, a man with big +purplish features and a liverish eye, a man smoking a plutocratic +and heavenly cigar and eating it at the same time, a man richly +dressed and braided and jewelled, a man whose boots showed no +sign of a crease, an obvious millionaire of the old type, in short a +man who was practically all prejudices and waste-products. And +he wondered why and how that man had become his friend and +won his affection. Sir Paul looked positively coarse in Mr. Prohack's +frail Chippendale drawing-room, seeming to need for suitable +environment the pillared marble and gilt of the vast Club. +Well, after having eaten many hundreds of meals and drunk many +hundreds of cups of coffee in the grunting society of Sir Paul, all +that Mr. Prohack could be sure of knowing about Sir Paul was, +first, that he had an absolutely unspotted reputation; second, that +he was a very decent, simple-minded, kindly, ignorant fellow +(ignorant, that is, in the matters that interested Mr. Prohack); +third, that he instinctively mistrusted intellect and brilliance; +fourth, that for nearly four years he had been convinced that Germany +would win the war, and fifth, that he was capable of astounding +freaks of generosity. Stay, there was another item,—Sir Paul's +invariable courtesy to the club servants, which courtesy he somehow +contrived to combine with continual grumbling. The club +servants held him in affection. It was probably this sixth item +that outweighed any of the others in Mr. Prohack's favourable +estimate of the financier.</p> +<p>And then Mr. Prohack, as in a dream, heard from the lips of +Paul Spinner the words, "oil concessions in Roumania." In a flash, +in an earthquake, in a blinding vision, Mr. Prohack instantaneously +understood the origin of his queer nascent feeling of superiority +to old Paul. What he had previously known subconsciously +he now knew consciously. Old Paul who had no doubt been paying +in annual taxes about ten times the amount of Mr. Prohack's +official annual salary; old Paul whose name was the synonym for +millions and the rumours of whose views on the stock-markets +caused the readers of financial papers to tremble; old Paul was +after Mr. Prohack's money! Marvellous, marvellous, thrice marvellous +money!... It was the most astounding, the most glorious +thing that ever happened. Mr. Prohack immediately began to have +his misgivings about Sir Paul Spinner. Simultaneously he felt +sorry for old Paul. And such was his constraint that he made the +motion of swallowing, and had all he could do not to blush.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack might be a lamb in the City, but he had a highly +trained mind, and a very firm grasp of the mere technique of +finance. Therefore Sir Paul could explain himself succinctly and +precisely in technical terms, and he did so—with much skill and +a sort of unconsidered persuasiveness, realising in his rough +commonsense +that there was no need to drive ideas into Mr. Prohack's +head with a steam-hammer, or to intoxicate him with a heady +vapour of superlatives.</p> +<p>In a quarter of an hour Mr. Prohack learnt that Sir Paul was +promoting a strictly private syndicate as a preliminary to the +formation of a big company for the exploitation of certain options +on Roumanian oil-territory which Sir Paul held. He learnt about +the reports of the trial borings. He learnt about the character and +the experience of the expert whom Sir Paul had sent forth to +Roumania. He learnt about the world-supply of oil and the world-demand +for oil. He learnt about the great rival oil-groups that +were then dividing the universe of oil. He had the entire situation +clearly mapped on his brain. Next he obtained some startling +inside knowledge about the shortage of liquid capital in the circles +of "big money," and then followed Sir Paul's famous club disquisition +upon the origin of the present unsaleableness of securities +and the appalling uneasiness, not to say collapse, of markets.</p> +<p>"What we want is stability, old boy. We want to be left alone. +We're being governed to death. Social reform is all right. I +believe in it, but everything depends on the pace. Change there +ought to be, but it mustn't be like a transformation scene in a +pantomime."</p> +<p>And so on.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was familiar with it all. He expected the culminating +part of the exposition. But Sir Paul curved off towards the +navy and the need of conserving in British hands a more than +adequate gush of oil for the navy. Mr. Prohack wished that Sir +Paul could have left out the navy. And then the Empire was +reached. Mr. Prohack wished that Sir Paul could have left out +the Empire. Finally Sir Paul arrived at the point.</p> +<p>"I've realised all I can in reason and I'm eighty thousand short. +Of course I can get it, get it easily, but not without giving away +a good part of my show in quarters that I should prefer to keep +quite in the dark. I thought of you—you're clean outside all that +sort of thing, and also I know you'd lie low. You might make a +hundred per cent; you might make two hundred per cent. But I'll +guarantee you this—you won't lose, whatever happens. Of course +your capital may not be liquid. You mayn't be able to get at it. +I don't know. But I thought it was just worth mentioning to you, +and so I said to myself I'd look in here on my way to the City."</p> +<p>Sir Paul Spinner touting for a miserable eighty thousand +pounds!</p> +<p>"Hanged if I know <i>how</i> my capital is!" said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"I suppose your lawyer knows. Smathe, isn't it?... I heard +so."</p> +<p>"How soon do you want an answer, yes or no?" Mr. Prohack +asked, with a feeling that he had his back to the wall and old Paul +had a gun.</p> +<p>"I don't want an answer now, anyhow, old boy. You must think +it over. You see, once we've got the thing, I shall set the two big +groups bidding against each other for it, and we shall see some +fun. And I wouldn't ask them for cash payments. Only for payment +in their own shares—which are worth more than money."</p> +<p>"Want an answer to-morrow?"</p> +<p>"Could you make it to-night?" Sir Paul surprisingly answered. +"And assuming you say yes—I only say assuming—couldn't you +run down with me to Smathe's now and find out about your capital? +That wouldn't bind you in any way. I'm particularly anxious +you should think it over very carefully. And, by the way, +better keep these papers to refer to. But if you can't get at your +capital, no use troubling further. That's the first thing to find +out."</p> +<p>"I can't go to Smathe's now," Mr. Prohack stammered.</p> +<p>"Why not?"</p> +<p>"Because I'm going out with my wife in the car."</p> +<p>"But, my dear old boy, it's a big thing, and it's urgent."</p> +<p>"Yes, I quite see that. But I've got to go with Marian. I'll +tell you what I can do. I'll telephone Smathe that you're coming +down to see him yourself, and he must tell you everything. That'll +be best. Then I'll let you know my decision later."</p> +<p>As they parted, Sir Paul said:</p> +<p>"We know each other, and you may take it from me it's all +right. I'll say no more. However, you think it over."</p> +<p>"Oh! I will!"</p> +<p>Old Paul touting for eighty thousand pounds! A wondrous +world! A stupefying world!</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, who didn't know what to do with a hundred thousand +pounds, saw himself the possessor of a quarter of a million, +and was illogically thrilled by the prospect. But the risk! Supposing +that honest Paul was wrong for once, or suppose he was +carried off in the night by a carbuncle,—Mr. Prohack might find +himself a pauper with a mere trifle of twenty thousand pounds to +his name.</p> +<p>As soon as he had telephoned he resumed his hat and coat and +went out on to the pavement to look for his car, chauffeur and +wife. There was not a sign of them.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>Mr. Prohack was undeniably a very popular man. He had few +doubts concerning the financial soundness of old Paul's proposition; +but he hesitated, for reasons unconnected with finance or +with domesticity, about accepting it. And he conceived the idea +(which none but a very peculiar man would have conceived) of +discussing the matter with some enemy of old Paul's. Now old +Paul had few enemies. Mr. Prohack, however, could put his hand +on one,—Mr. Francis Fieldfare—the editor of an old-established +and lucrative financial weekly, and familiar to readers of that and +other organs as "F.F." Mr. Fieldfare's offices were quite close to +Mr. Prohack's principal club, of which Mr. Fieldfare also was a +member, and Mr. Fieldfare had the habit of passing into the club +about noon and reading the papers for an hour, lunching early, +and leaving the club again just as the majority of the members +were ordering their after-lunch coffee. Mr. Fieldfare pursued this +course because he had a deep instinct for being in the minority. +Mr. Prohack looked at his watch. The resolution of every man is +limited in quantity. Only in mad people is resolution inexhaustible. +Mr. Prohack had no more resolution than becomes an average +sane fellow, and his resolution to wait for his wife had been +seriously tried by the energetic refusal to go with Spinner to see +Smathe. It now suddenly gave out.</p> +<p>"Pooh!" said Mr. Prohack. "I've waited long enough for her. +She'll now have to wait a bit for me."</p> +<p>And off he went by taxi to his club. The visit, he reflected, would +serve the secondary purpose of an inconspicuous re-entry into +club-life after absence from it.</p> +<p>He thought:</p> +<p>"They may have had an accident with that car. One day she's +certain to have an accident anyhow,—she's so impulsive."</p> +<p>Of course Mr. Fieldfare was not in the morning-room of the +club as he ought to have been. That was bound to happen. Mr. +Prohack gazed around at the monumental somnolence of the great +room, was ignored, and backed out into the hall, meaning to return +home. But in the hall he met F.F. just arriving. It surprised and +perhaps a little pained Mr. Prohack to observe that F.F. had evidently +heard neither of his illness nor of his inheritance.</p> +<p>Mr. Fieldfare was a spare, middle-aged man, of apparently +austere habit; short, shabby; a beautiful, resigned face, burning +eyes, and a soft voice. He was weighed down, and had been weighed +down for thirty years, by a sense of the threatened immediate collapse +of society—of all societies, and by the solemn illusion that +he more clearly than anybody else understood the fearful trend of +events.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had once, during the war, remarked on seeing F.F. +glance at the tape in the Club: "Look at F.F. afraid lest there +may be some good news." Nevertheless he liked F.F.</p> +<p>As editor of a financial weekly, F.F. naturally had to keep well +under control his world-sadness. High finance cannot prosper in +an atmosphere of world-sadness, and hates it. F.F. ought never +to have become the editor of a financial weekly; but he happened +to be an expert statistician, an honest man and a courageous man, +and an expert in the pathology of stock-markets, and on this score +his proprietors excused the slight traces of world-sadness occasionally +to be found in the paper. He might have left his post and obtained +another; but to be forced by fate to be editor of a financial +weekly was F.F.'s chief grievance in life, and he loved a good +grievance beyond everything.</p> +<p>"But, my dear fellow," said F.F. with his melancholy ardent +glance, when Mr. Prohack had replied suitably to his opening question. +"I'd no idea you'd been unwell. I hope it isn't what's called +a breakdown."</p> +<p>"Oh, no!" Mr. Prohack laughed nervously. "But you know what +doctors are. A little rest has been prescribed."</p> +<p>F.F. gazed at him softly compassionate, as if to indicate that +nothing but trouble could be expected under the present political +regime. They examined the tape together.</p> +<p>"Things can't go on much longer like this," observed F.F. +comprehensively, +in front of the morning's messages from the capitals +of the world.</p> +<p>"Still," said Mr. Prohack, "we've won the war, haven't we?"</p> +<p>"I suppose we have," said F.F. and sighed.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack felt that he had no more time for preliminaries, +and in order to cut them short started some ingenious but quite +inexcusable lying.</p> +<p>"You didn't chance to see old Paul Spinner going out as you +came in?"</p> +<p>"No," answered F.F. "Why?"</p> +<p>"Nothing. Only a man in the morning-room was wanting to +know if he was still in the Club, and I told him I'd see."</p> +<p>"I hear," said F.F. after a moment, and in a lower voice, "I +hear he's getting up some big new oil scheme."</p> +<p>"Ah!" murmured Mr. Prohack, delighted at so favourable a +coincidence, with a wonderful imitation of casualness. "And what +may that be?"</p> +<p>"Nobody knows. Some people would give a good deal to know. +But if I'm any judge of my Spinner they won't know till he's +licked off all the cream. It's marvellous to me how Spinner and +his sort can keep on devoting themselves to the old ambitions while +the world's breaking up. Marvellous!"</p> +<p>"Money, you mean?"</p> +<p>"Personal aggrandisement."</p> +<p>"Well," answered Mr. Prohack, with a judicial, detached air. +"I've always found Spinner a very decent agreeable chap."</p> +<p>"Oh, yes! Agreed! Agreed! They're all too confoundedly +agreeable for anything, all that lot are."</p> +<p>"But surely he's honest?"</p> +<p>"Quite. As straight a man as ever breathed, especially according +to his own lights. All his enterprises are absolutely what is known +as 'sound.' They all make rich people richer, and in particular they +make <i>him</i> richer, though I bet even he's been feeling the pinch +lately. They all have."</p> +<p>"Still, I expect old Spinner desires the welfare of the country +just as much as any one else. It's not all money with him."</p> +<p>"No. But did you ever know Spinner touch anything that +didn't mean money in the first place? I never did. What he and +his lot mean by the welfare of the country is the stability of the +country <i>as it is</i>. They see the necessity for development, +improvement +in the social scheme. Oh, yes! They see it and admit it. +Then they go to church, or they commune with heaven on the +golf-course, and their prayer is: 'Give us needed change, O Lord, +but not just yet.'"</p> +<p>The pair moved to the morning-room.</p> +<p>"Look here," said Mr. Prohack, lightly, ignoring the earnestness +in F.F.'s tone. "Supposing you had a bit of money, say eighty +thousand pounds, and the chance to put it into one of old who-is-it's +schemes, what would you do?"</p> +<p>"I should be ashamed to have eighty thousand pounds," F.F. +replied with dark whispering passion. "And in any case nothing +would induce me to have any dealings with the gang."</p> +<p>"Are they all bad?"</p> +<p>"They're all bad, all! They are all anti-social. All! They are +all a curse to the country and to all mankind." F.F. had already +rung the bell, and he now beckoned coldly to the waitress who +entered the room. "Everybody who supports the present Government +is guilty of a crime against human progress. Bring me a +glass of that brown sherry I had yesterday—you know the one—and +three small pieces of cheese."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack went away to the telephone, and got Paul Spinner +at Smathe's office.</p> +<p>"I only wanted to tell you that I've decided to come into your +show, if Smathe can arrange for the money. I've thought it all +over carefully, and I'm yours, old boy."</p> +<p>He hung up the receiver immediately.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<br /> +<p>The excursion to the club had taken longer than Mr. Prohack +had anticipated, and when he got back home it was nearly lunch-time. +No sign of an Eagle car or any other car in front of the +house! Mr. Prohack let himself in. The sounds of a table being +set came from the dining-room. He opened the door there. Machin +met him at the door. Each withdrew from the other, avoiding a +collision.</p> +<p>"Your mistress returned?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir." Machin seemed to hesitate, her mind disturbed.</p> +<p>"Where is she?"</p> +<p>"I was just coming to tell you, sir. She told me to say that +she was lying down."</p> +<p>"Oh!"</p> +<p>Disdaining further to interrogate the servant, he hurried upstairs. +He had to excuse himself to Eve, and he had also to justify +to her the placing of eighty thousand pounds in a scheme which +she could not possibly understand and for which there was nothing +whatever to show. She would approve, of course; she would +say that she had complete confidence in his sagacity, but all the +inflections of her voice, all her gestures and glances, would indicate +to him that in her opinion he was a singularly ingenuous creature, +the natural prey of sharpers, and that the chances of their not +being ruined by his incurable simplicity were exceedingly small. +His immense reputation in the Treasury, his sinister fame as the +Terror of the departments, would not weigh an atom in her general +judgment of the concrete case affecting the fortunes of the +Prohack family. Then she would be brave; she would be bravely +resigned to the worst. She would kiss his innocence. She would +quite unconvincingly assure him, in her own vocabulary, that he +was a devil of a fellow and the smartest man in the world.</p> +<p>Further, she would draw in the horns of her secret schemes of +expenditure. She would say that she had intended to do so-and-so +and to buy so-and-so, but that perhaps it would be better, in view +of the uncertainties of destiny, neither to do nor to buy so-and-so. +In short, she would succeed in conveying to him the idea that to +live with him was like being in an open boat with him adrift in +the middle of the stormy Atlantic. She loved to live with him, +the compensations were exquisite, and moreover what would be +his fate if he were alone? Still, it was like being in an open boat +with him adrift in the middle of the stormy Atlantic. And she +would cling closer to him and point to the red sun setting among +black clouds of tempest. And this would continue until he could +throw say about a hundred and sixty thousand pounds into her +lap, whereupon she would calmly assert that in her opinion he and +she had really been safe all the while on the glassy lake of the +Serpentine in a steamer.</p> +<p>"I ought to have thought of all that before," he said to himself. +"And if I had I should have bought houses, something for +her to look at and touch. And even then she would have suggested +that if I hadn't been a coward I could have done better +than houses. She would have found in <i>The Times</i> every day +instances +of companies paying twenty and thirty per cent ... No! +It would have been impossible for me to invest the money without +losing her esteem for me as a man of business. I wish to heaven +I hadn't got any money. So here goes!"</p> +<p>And he burst with assumed confidence into the bedroom. And +simultaneously, to intensify his unease, the notion that profiteering +was profiteering, whether in war or in peace, and the notion that +F.F. was a man of lofty altruistic ideals, surged through his +distracted +mind.</p> +<p>Eve was lying on the bed. She looked very small on the bed, +smaller than usual. At the sound of the door opening she said, +without moving her head—he could not see her face from the door:</p> +<p>"Is that you, Arthur?"</p> +<p>"Yes, what's the matter?"</p> +<p>"Just put my cloak over my feet, will you?"</p> +<p>He came forward and took the cloak off a chair.</p> +<p>"What's the matter?" he repeated, arranging the cloak.</p> +<p>"I'm not hurt, dearest, I assure you I'm not—not at all." She +was speaking in a faint, weak voice, like a little child's.</p> +<p>"Then you've had an accident?"</p> +<p>She glanced up at him sideways, timidly, compassionately, and +nodded.</p> +<p>"You mustn't be upset. I told Machin to go on with her +work and not to say anything to you about it. I preferred to tell +you myself. I know how sensitive you are where I'm concerned."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had to adjust his thoughts, somewhat violently, to +the new situation, and he made no reply; but he was very angry +about the mere existence of motor-cars. He felt that he had always +had a prejudice against motor-cars, and that the prejudice was +not a prejudice because it was well-founded.</p> +<p>"Darling, don't look so stern. It wasn't Carthew's fault. Another +car ran into us. I told Carthew to drive in the Park, and we went +right round the Park in about five minutes. So as I felt sure you'd +be a long time with that fat man, I had the idea of running down +to Putney—to see Sissie." Eve laughed nervously. "I thought I +might possibly bring her home with me.... After the accident +Carthew put me into a taxi and I came back. Of course he had to +stay to look after the car. And then you weren't here when I +arrived! Where are you going, dearest?"</p> +<p>"I'm going to telephone for the doctor, of course," said Mr. Prohack +quietly, but very irritably.</p> +<p>"Oh, darling! I've sent for the doctor. He wasn't in, they +said, but they said he'd be back quite soon and then he'd come +at once. I don't really need the doctor. I only sent for him +because I knew you'd be so frightfully angry if I didn't."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had returned to the bed. He took his wife's hand.</p> +<p>"Feel my pulse. It's all right, isn't it?"</p> +<p>"I can't feel it at all."</p> +<p>"Oh, Arthur, you never could! I can feel your hand trembling, +that's what I can feel. Now please don't be upset, Arthur."</p> +<p>"I suppose the car's smashed?"</p> +<p>She nodded:</p> +<p>"It's a bit broken."</p> +<p>"Where was it?"</p> +<p>"It was just on the other side of Putney Bridge, on the tramlines +there."</p> +<p>"Carthew wasn't hurt?"</p> +<p>"Oh, no! Carthew was simply splendid."</p> +<p>"How did it happen, exactly?"</p> +<p>"Oh, Arthur, you with your 'exactlys'! Don't ask me. I'm too +tired. Besides, I didn't see it. My eyes were shut." She closed +her eyes.</p> +<p>Suddenly she sat up and put her hand on his shoulder, in a sort +of appeal, vaguely smiling. He tried to smile, but could not. +Then her hand dropped. A totally bewildered expression veiled +the anxious kindness in her eyes. The blood left her face until +her cheeks were nearly as white as the embroidered cloth on the +night-table. Her eyes closed. She fell back. She had fainted. +She was just as if dead. Her hand was as cold as the hand of a +corpse.</p> +<p>Such was Mr. Prohack's vast experience of life that he had +not the least idea what to do in this crisis. But he tremendously +regretted that Angmering, Bishop, and the inventor of the motor-car +had ever been born. He rushed out on to the landing and +loudly shouted: "Machin! Machin! Ring up that d——d doctor +again, and if he can't come ring up Dr. Plott at once."</p> +<p>"Yes, sir. Yes, sir."</p> +<p>He rushed back into the bedroom, discovered Eve's smelling-salts, +and held them to her nose. Already the blood was mounting +again.</p> +<p>"Well, she's not dead, anyway!" he said to himself grimly.</p> +<p>He could see the blood gently mounting, mounting. It was a +wonderful, a mysterious and a reassuring sight.</p> +<p>"I don't care so long as she isn't injured internally," he said to +himself.</p> +<p>Eve opened her eyes in a dazed look. Then she grinned as if +apologetically. Then she cried copiously.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack heard a car outside. It was Dr. Veiga's. The +mere sound of Dr. Veiga's car soothed Mr. Prohack, accused him +of losing his head, and made a man of him.</p> +<p>Dr. Veiga entered the bedroom in exactly the same style as on +his first visit to Mr. Prohack himself. He had heard the nature of +the case from Machin on his way upstairs. He listened to Mr. Prohack, +who spoke, in the most deceitful way, as if he had been +through scores of such affairs.</p> +<p>"Exactly," said Dr. Veiga, examining Eve summarily. "She +sat up. The blood naturally left her head, and she fainted. Fainting +is nothing but a withdrawing of blood from the head. Will +you ring for that servant of yours, please?"</p> +<p>"I'm positive I'm quite all right, Doctor," Eve murmured.</p> +<p>"Will you kindly not talk," said he. "If you're so positive you're +all right, why did you send for me? Did you walk upstairs? +Then your legs aren't broken, at least not seriously." He laughed +softly.</p> +<p>But shortly afterwards, when Mr. Prohack, admirably dissembling +his purposes, crept with dignity out of the room, Dr. Veiga +followed him, and shut the door, leaving Machin busy within.</p> +<p>"I don't think that there is any internal lesion," said Dr. Veiga, +with seriousness. "But I will not yet state absolutely. She has +had a very severe shock and her nerves are considerably jarred."</p> +<p>"But it's nothing physical?"</p> +<p>"My dear sir, of course it's physical. Do you conceive the nerves +are not purely physical organs? I can't conceive them as anything +but physical organs. Can you?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack felt schoolboyish.</p> +<p>"It's you that she's upset about, though. Did you notice she +motioned me to give you some of the brandy she was taking? +Very sweet of her, was it not?... What are you going to do now?"</p> +<p>"I'm going to fetch my daughter."</p> +<p>"Excellent. But have something before you go. You may not +know it, but you have been using up nervous tissue, which has to +be replaced."</p> +<p>As he was driving down to Putney in a taxi, Mr. Prohack +certainly did feel very tired. But he was not so tired as not to +insist on helping the engine of the taxi. He pushed the taxi forward +with all his might all the way to Putney. He pushed it till +his arms ached, though his hands were in his pockets. The distance +to Putney had incomprehensibly stretched to nine hundred +and ninety-nine miles.</p> +<p>He found Sissie in the studio giving a private lesson to a +middle-aged +gentleman who ought, Mr. Prohack considered, to have been +thinking of his latter end rather than of dancing. He broke up the +lesson very abruptly.</p> +<p>"Your mother has had a motor accident. You must come at +once."</p> +<p>Sissie came.</p> +<p>"Then it must have been about here," said she, as the taxi +approached Putney Bridge on the return journey.</p> +<p>So it must. He certainly had not thought of the <i>locus</i> of the +accident. He had merely pictured it, in his own mind, according +to his own frightened fancy. Yes, it must have been just about +there. And yet there was no sign of it in the roadway. Carthew +must have had the wounded Eagle removed. Mr. Prohack sat +stern and silent. A wondrous woman, his wife! Absurd, possibly, +about such matters as investments; but an angel! Her +self-forgetfulness, +her absorption in <i>him</i>,—staggering! The accident was +but one more proof of it. He was greatly alarmed about her, for +the doctor had answered for nothing. He seemed to have a thousand +worries. He had been worried all his life, but the worries +that had formed themselves in a trail to the inheritance were worse +worries than the old simple ones. No longer did the thought of +the inheritance brighten his mind. He somehow desired to go +back to former days. Glancing askance at Sissie, he saw that she +too was stern. He resumed the hard pushing of the taxi. It was +not quite so hard as before, because he knew that Sissie also was +pushing her full share.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_X"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h2>THE THEORY OF IDLENESS</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>Within the next seven days Mr. Prohack had reason to lose confidence +in himself as an expert in human nature. "After all," he +reflected, "I must have been a very simple-minded man to have +thought that I thoroughly understood another human being. Every +human being is infinite, and will beat your understanding in the +end."</p> +<p>The reference of course was to his wife. Since the automobile +accident she had become another person and a more complex person. +The climax, or what seemed to be the climax, came one cold morning +when she and Mr. Prohack and Sissie and Dr. Veiga were sitting +together in the little boudoir beyond the bedroom. They were +packed in there because Eve (otherwise Marian) had taken a +fancy to the sofa.</p> +<p>Eve was relating to the admired and trusted doctor all her +peculiar mental and moral symptoms. She was saying that she +could no longer manage the house, could not concentrate her mind +on anything, could not refrain from strange caprices, could not +remain calm, could not keep her temper, and was the worst conceivable +wife for such a paragon as Arthur Prohack. Her daughter +alone had saved the household organism from a catastrophe; her +daughter Sissie—</p> +<p>"Come here, Sissie!"</p> +<p>Sissie obeyed the call and was suddenly embraced by her mother +with deep tenderness. This in front of the doctor! Still more +curious was the fact that Sissie, of late her mother's frigid critic, +came forward and responded to the embrace almost effusively. +The spectacle was really touching. It touched Mr. Prohack, who +yet felt as if the floor had yielded under his feet and he was falling +into the Tube railway underground. Indeed Mr. Prohack had +never had such sensations as drew and quartered him then.</p> +<p>"Well," said Dr. Veiga to Mrs. Prohack in his +philosophical-realistic +manner, "I've been marking time for a week. I shall now +proceed to put you right. You can't sleep. You will sleep to-night—I +shall send you something. I suppose it isn't your fault that +you've been taking the digestive tonic I sent you last thing at +night under the impression that it was a sedative, in spite of the +label. But it is regrettable. As for your headaches, I will provide +a pleasing potion. As for this sad lack of application, don't attempt +application. As for your strange caprices, indulge them. One +thing is essential. You must go away to the sea. You must go to +Frinton-on-Sea. It is an easy journey. There is a Pullman car +on the morning train, and the air is unrivalled for your—shall I +say?—idiosyncrasy."</p> +<p>"Yes, darling mother," said Sissie. "You must go away, and +father and I will take you."</p> +<p>"Of course!" confirmed Mr. Prohack, with an imitation of +pettishness, +as though he had been steadily advocating a change of +scene for days past; but he had done nothing of the kind.</p> +<p>"Oh!" Eve cried piteously, "that's the one thing I can't do!"</p> +<p>Dr. Veiga laughed. "Afraid of the expense, I suppose?"</p> +<p>"No," Eve answered with seriousness. "My husband has just +made a very fortunate investment, which means a profit of at least +a hundred thousand pounds—like that!" She snapped her fingers +and laughed lightly.</p> +<p>Here was another point to puzzle an expert in human nature. +Instead of being extremely incredulous and apprehensive about the +vast speculation with Sir Paul, Eve had in truth accepted it for a +gold-mine. She did not assume satisfaction; she really was satisfied. +Her satisfaction was absurd, and nothing that Mr. Prohack could +say would diminish it. She had already begun to spend the financial +results of the speculation with enormous verve. For instance, +she had hired another Eagle to take the place of the wounded +Eagle, without uttering a word to her husband of what she had +done. Mr. Prohack could see the dregs of his bank-balance; and +in a dream he had had glimpses of a sinister edifice at the bottom +of a steep slope, the building being the Bankruptcy Court.</p> +<p>"Is it a railway strike you're afraid of?" demanded Dr. Veiga +cruelly.</p> +<p>And Eve replied with sweetness:</p> +<p>"I can't leave London until my son Charlie comes back from +Glasgow, and he's written me to say he'll be here next week."</p> +<p>A first-rate example, this, of her new secretiveness! She had +said absolutely nothing to Mr. Prohack about a letter from Charlie.</p> +<p>"When did you hear that?" Mr. Prohack might well have asked; +but he was too loyal to her to betray her secretiveness by such a +question. He did not wish the Portuguese quack to know that he, +the husband, was kept in the dark about anything whatever. He +had his ridiculous dignity, had Mr. Prohack, and all his motives +were mixed motives. Not a perfectly pure motive in the whole of +his volitional existence!</p> +<p>However, Sissie put the question in her young blundering way. +"Oh, mother dear! You never told us!"</p> +<p>"I received the letter the day before yesterday," Eve continued +gravely. "And Charlie is certainly not coming home to find me +away."</p> +<p>For two entire days she had had the important letter and had +concealed it. Mr. Prohack was disturbed.</p> +<p>"Very well," Dr. Veiga concurred. "It doesn't really matter +whether you go to Frinton now or next month, or even next year +but one. You're a powerful woman and you'll last a long time yet, +especially if you don't worry. I won't call for about a week, and +if you'd like to consult another doctor, do." He smiled on her in +an avuncular manner, and rose.</p> +<p>Whereupon Mr. Prohack also jumped up.</p> +<p>"I'm not worrying," she protested, with a sweet, pathetic answering +smile. "Yes, I am. Yes, I am. I'm worrying because I know +I'm worrying my poor husband." She went quickly to her poor +husband and kissed him lavishly. Eve was an artist in kissing, +and never a greater artist than at that moment. And now Mr. +Prohack, though still to the physical eye a single individual, +became two Mr. Prohacks. There was the Mr. Prohack who +strongly deprecated this departure from the emotional reserve +which is one of the leading and sublimest characteristics of the +British governing-class. And there was the Mr. Prohack, all +nerves and heart and humanity, who profoundly enjoyed the demonstration +of a woman's affection, disordered and against the rules +though the demonstration might be. The first Mr. Prohack blushed +and hated himself for blushing. The second was quite simply +enraptured and didn't care who knew it.</p> +<p>"Dr. Veiga," Eve appealed, clinging to Mr. Prohack's coat. +"It is my husband who needs looking after. He is not making any +progress, and it is my fault. And let me tell you that you've been +neglecting him for me."</p> +<p>She was a dramatic figure of altruism, of the everlasting +sacrificial +feminine. She was quite possibly absurd, but beyond doubt +she was magnificent. Mr. Prohack felt ashamed of himself, and +the more ashamed because he considered that he was in quite +tolerable health.</p> +<p>"Mother," murmured Sissie, with a sweetness of which Mr. Prohack +had imagined her to be utterly incapable. "Come and sit +down."</p> +<p>And Eve, guided by her daughter, the callous, home-deserting +dancing-mistress, came and sat down.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>"My dear sir," said Dr. Veiga. "There is nothing at all to cause +alarm. She will gradually recover. Believe me."</p> +<p>He and Mr. Prohack and Sissie were conspiring together in the +dining-room, the drawing-room being at that hour and on that day +under the dominion of servants with brushes.</p> +<p>"But what's the matter with her? What is it?"</p> +<p>"Merely neurasthenia—traumatic neurasthenia."</p> +<p>"But what's that?" Mr. Prohack spoke low, just as though his +wife could overhear from the boudoir above and was listening to +them under the impression that they were plotting against her +life.</p> +<p>"It's a morbid condition due to a violent shock."</p> +<p>"But how? You told me the other day that it was purely physical."</p> +<p>"Well," said Dr. Veiga. "It is, because it must be. But I +assure you that if a post-mortem were to be held on Mrs. Prohack—"</p> +<p>"Oh, doctor, please!" Sissie stopped him resentfully.</p> +<p>The doctor paused and then continued: "There would be no +trace of any morbid condition in any of the organs."</p> +<p>"Then how do you explain it?"</p> +<p>"We don't explain it," cried Dr. Veiga, suddenly throwing the +onus on the whole medical profession. "We can't. We don't +know."</p> +<p>"It's very, very unsatisfactory, all this ignorance."</p> +<p>"It certainly is. But did you suppose that medical science, alone +among all sciences, had achieved finality and omniscience? We've +reached the state of knowing that we don't know, and that's something. +I hope I'm not flattering you by talking like this. I only +do it to people whom I suspect to be intelligent. But of course if +you'd prefer the omniscient bedside manner you can have it without +extra charge."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack thought, frightened: "I shall be making a friend of +this quack soon, if I'm not careful."</p> +<p>"And by the way, about <i>your</i> health," Dr. Veiga proceeded, +after +having given further assurances as to his other patient. "Mrs. +Prohack was perfectly correct. You're not making progress. The +fact is, you're bored. You haven't organised your existence, and +the lack of organisation is reacting on your health."</p> +<p>"Something is reacting on his health," Sissie put in. "I'm not +at all pleased." She was now not Mr. Prohack's daughter but his +aunt.</p> +<p>"How can I organise my existence?" Mr. Prohack burst out +crossly. "I haven't got any existence to organise. I haven't got +anything to do. I thought I had too much to do, the other day. +Illusion. Of course I'm bored. I feel all right, but bored I am. +And it's your fault."</p> +<p>"It is," the doctor admitted. "It is my fault. I took you for a +person of commonsense, and so I didn't tell you that two and +two make four and a lot more important things of the same sort. +I ought to have told you. You've taken on the new profession of +being idle—it's essential for you—but you aren't treating it +seriously. You have to be a <i>professionally</i> idle man. Which +means that you haven't got a moment to spare. When I advised +you to try idleness, I didn't mean you to be idle idly. That's worse +than useless. You've got to be idle busily. You aren't doing half +enough. Do you ever have a Turkish bath?"</p> +<p>"No. Never could bear the idea of them."</p> +<p>"Well, you will kindly take two Turkish baths a week. You can +be massaged at the same time. A Turkish bath is as good as a +day's hunting, as far as exercise goes, but you must have more +exercise. Do you dance? I see you don't. You had better begin +dancing. There is no finer exercise. I absolutely prescribe it."</p> +<p>At this juncture Mr. Prohack was rather relieved that the sound +of an unaccustomed voice in the hall drew his daughter out of +the dining-room. When she had gone Dr. Veiga went on, in a +more confidential tone:</p> +<p>"There's another point. An idle man who really knows his business +will visit his tailor's, his hosier's, his bootmaker's, his barber's +much oftener and much more conscientiously than you do. You've +got a mind above clothes—of course. So have I. I take a wicked +pleasure in being picturesquely untidy. But I'm not a patient. +My life is a great lark. Yours isn't. Yours is serious. You have +now a serious profession, idleness. Bring your mind down to +clothes. I say this, partly because to be consistently well-dressed +means much daily expenditure of time, and partly because really +good clothes have a distinctly curative effect on the patient who +wears them. Then again—"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was conscious of a sudden joyous uplifting of the +spirit.</p> +<p>"Here!" said he, interrupting Dr. Veiga with a grand gesture. +"Have a cigar."</p> +<p>"I cannot, my friend." Dr. Veiga looked at his watch.</p> +<p>"You must. Have a corona." Mr. Prohack moved to the cigar +cabinet which he had recently purchased.</p> +<p>"No. My next patient is awaiting me in Hyde Park Gardens +at this moment."</p> +<p>"Let him die!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack ruthlessly. "You've got +to have a cigar with me. Look. I'll compromise. I'll make it a +half-corona. You can charge me as if for another consultation."</p> +<p>The doctor's foreign eyes twinkled as he sat down and struck a +match.</p> +<p>"You thought I was a quack," he said maliciously, and maliciously +he seemed to intensify his foreign accent.</p> +<p>"I did," admitted Mr. Prohack with candour.</p> +<p>"So I am," said Dr. Veiga. "But I'm a fully qualified quack, +and all really good doctors are quacks. They have to be. They +wouldn't be worth anything if they weren't. Medicine owes a +great deal to quacks."</p> +<p>"Tell me something about some of your cases," said Mr. Prohack +imperatively. "You're one of the most interesting men I've ever +met. So now you know. We want some of your blood transfused, +into the English character. You've got a soul above medicine as +well as clothes."</p> +<p>"All good doctors have," said Dr. Veiga. "My life is a romance."</p> +<p>"And so shall mine be," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>When at length Mr. Prohack escorted Dr. Veiga out into the +hall he saw Sissie kissing Eliza Brating with much affection on +the front-door step. They made an elegant group for a moment +and then Eliza Brating departed hurriedly, disappearing across +the street behind Dr. Veiga's attendant car.</p> +<p>"Now I'll just repeat once more to both of you," resumed Dr. +Veiga, embracing father and daughter in one shrewd glance. "You've +nothing to worry about upstairs." He indicated the boudoir by a +movement of his somewhat tousled head. "But you've got just a +little to worry about here." And he indicated Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"I know," said Sissie with assurance. "But I shall look after +him, doctor. You can rely on me. I understand—both cases."</p> +<p>"Well, there's one good thing," said Sissie, following her father +into the dining-room after the doctor had gone. "I've done with +that foolish Eliza. I knew it couldn't last and it hasn't. Unless +I'm there all the time to keep my eye on everything—of course it +all goes to pieces. That girl is the biggest noodle...!"</p> +<p>"But haven't I just seen you and her joined in the deepest +affection?"</p> +<p>"Naturally I had to kiss her. But I've finished with her. And +what's more, she knows what I think of her. She never liked me."</p> +<p>"Sissie," said Mr. Prohack, "you shock me." And indeed he +was genuinely shocked, for he had always thought that Sissie was +different from other girls; that she had all the feminine qualities +without any of the feminine defects. Yes, he had thought that +she might develop into a creature more perfect even than Marian. +And here she was talking and behaving exactly as men at the club +would relate of their own conventional women.</p> +<p>Sissie gazed firmly at her father, as it were half in pity and half +in disdain. Did the innocent fellow not then understand the +nature of women? Or was he too sentimental to admit it, too +romantic to be a realist?</p> +<p>"Would you believe," said Sissie, "that although I was there last +night and told her exactly what to do, she's had a quarrel this +morning with the landlord of the studio? Well, she has. You +know the A.R.A. on the first floor has been making a lot of silly +complaints about the noise—music and so on—every night. And +some other people have complained. <i>I</i> could have talked the +landlord +round in ten minutes! Eliza doesn't merely not talk him +round,—she quarrels with him! Of course it's all up. And as if that +wasn't enough, a County Council inspector has been round asking +about a music and dancing licence. We shall either have to give +up business altogether or else move somewhere else. Eliza says +she knows of another studio. Well, I shall write her to-night and +tell her she can have my share of the fittings and furniture and +go where she likes, but I shan't go with her. And if she never +liked me I can honestly say I never liked her. And I don't want +to run a dancing studio any more, either. Why should I, after all? +We <i>were</i> the new poor. Now we're the new rich. Well, we may +as well <i>be</i> the new rich."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was now still more shocked. Nay, he was almost +frightened. And yet he wasn't either shocked or frightened, in +the centre of his soul. He was rather triumphant,—not about his +daughter with the feet of clay, but about himself.</p> +<p>"But I shan't give up teaching dancing entirely," said Sissie.</p> +<p>"No?" He wondered what would come next.</p> +<p>"No! I shall teach you."</p> +<p>"Indeed you won't!" He instinctively recoiled.</p> +<p>"Yes, I shall. I promised the doctor he could rely on me. +You'll buy a gramophone, and we'll have the carpet up in the +drawing-room. Oh! You startled deer, do you want to run back +into the depths of the forest?... Father, you are the funniest +father that ever was." She marched to him and put her hand on +his shoulder and just twitched his beard. "I can look after you +quite as well as mother can. We're pals, aren't we?"</p> +<p>"Yes. Like the tiger and the lamb. You've got hold of my +silky fleece already."</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>Mr. Prohack sat in the dining-room alone. The room was now +heated by an electric radiator which Eve had just bought for the +sake of economy. But her economy was the economy of the rich, +for the amount of expensive current consumed by that radiator +was prodigious, while the saving it effected in labour, cleanliness +and atmospheric purity could certainly not have been measured +without a scientific instrument adapted to the infinitely little. +(Still, Machin admired and loved it.) Mr. Prohack perceived that +all four bars of it were brightly incandescent, whereas three bars +would have been ample to keep the room warm. He ought to get +up and turn a bar off.... He had a hundred preoccupations. His +daughter had classed him with the new rich. He resented the +description, but could he honestly reject it? All his recent troubles +sprang from the new riches. If he had not inherited from a +profiteer he would assuredly have been at his office in the Treasury, +earning an honest living, at that very moment. For only sick +persons of plenteous independent means are ever prescribed for as +he had been prescribed for; the others either go on working and +making the best of such health as is left to them, or they die. If +he had not inherited from a profiteer he would not have had a car +and the car would not have had an accident and he would not +have been faced with the prospect (as he was faced with it) of +a legal dispute, to be fought by him on behalf of the insurance +company, with the owner of the colliding car. (The owner of the +colliding car was a young woman as to whose veracity Carthew +had had some exceedingly hard things to say.) Mr. Prohack would +have settled the matter, but neither Eve nor the insurance company +would let him settle it. And if the car had not had an accident +Eve would not have had traumatic neurasthenia, with all its +disconcerting reactions on family life. And if he had not inherited +from a profiteer, Charlie would not have gone off to Glasgow,—he +had heard odds and ends of strange tales as to Charlie's doings in +Glasgow,—not in the least reassuring! And if he had not inherited +from a profiteer Sissie would not have taken a share in a dancing +studio and might never have dangerously danced with that worm +Oswald Morfey. And if he had not inherited from a profiteer he +would not have been speculating, with a rich chance of more +profiteering, in Roumanian oil with Paul Spinner. In brief—well, +he ought to get up and turn off a bar of that wasteful radiator.</p> +<p>Yet he was uplifted, happy. Not because of his wealthy ease. +No! A week or two ago he had only to think of his fortune to feel +uplifted and happy. But now!</p> +<p>No! He was uplifted and happy now for the simple reason that +he had caught the romance of the doctor's idea of taking idleness +seriously and practising it as a profession. If circumstances forced +him to be idle, he would be idle in the grand manner. He would +do everything that the doctor had suggested, and more. (The +doctor saw life like a poet. He might be a cross between a comedian +and a mountebank, but he was a great fellow.) Every species +of idleness should have its appointed hour. In the pursuit of idleness +he would become the busiest man in London. A definite programme +would be necessary. Strict routine would be necessary. +No more loafing about! He hankered after routine as the drunkard +after alcohol. Routine was what he had been missing. The absence +of routine, and naught else, was retarding his recovery. (Yes, he +knew in his heart that what they all said was true,—he was not +getting better.) His own daughter had taught him wisdom. Inevitably, +unavoidably, he was the new rich. Well, he would be the +new rich thoroughly. No other aim was logical.... Let the radiator +burn!</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XI"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h2>NEURASTHENIA CURED</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>Three days later Mr. Prohack came home late with his daughter +in the substituted car. He had accompanied Sissie to Putney for +the final disposition of the affairs of the dance-studio, and had +witnessed her blighting politeness to Eliza Brating and Eliza Brating's +blighting politeness to her. The last kiss between these two +young women would have desolated the heart of any man whose +faith in human nature was less strong than Mr. Prohack's. "I +trust that the excellent Eliza is not disfigured for life," he had +observed calmly in the automobile. "What are you talking about, +father?" Sissie had exclaimed, suspicious. "I was afraid her lips +might be scorched. You feel no pain yourself, my child, I hope?" +He made the sound of a kiss. After this there was no more conversation +in the car during the journey. Arrived home, Sissie +said nonchalantly that she was going to bed.</p> +<p>"Burn my lips first," Mr. Prohack implored.</p> +<p>"Father!" said she, having kissed him. "You are simply terrible."</p> +<p>"I am a child," he replied. "And you are my grandmother."</p> +<p>"You wait till I give you your next dancing-lesson," Sissie +retorted, turning and threatening him from the stairs. "It won't +be as mild as this afternoon's."</p> +<p>He smiled, giving an imitation of the sphinx. He was happy +enough as mortals go. His wife was perhaps a little better. And +he was gradually launching himself into an industrious career of +idleness. Also, he had broken the ice,—the ice, that is to say, of +tuition in dancing. Not a word had been spoken abroad in the +house about the first dancing-lesson. He had had it while Mrs. +Prohack was, in theory at least, paying calls; at any rate she had +set forth in the car. Mr. Prohack and Sissie had rolled up the +drawing-room carpet and moved the furniture themselves. Mr. +Prohack had unpacked the gramophone in person. They had locked +the drawing-room door. At the end of the lesson they had relaid +the carpet and replaced the furniture and enclosed the gramophone +and unlocked the door, and Mr. Prohack had issued from the drawing-room +like a criminal. The thought in his mind had been that +he was no end of a dog and of a brave dog at that. Then he +sneered at himself for thinking such a foolish thought. After all, +what was there in learning to dance? But the sneer was misplaced. +His original notion that he had done something courageous +and wonderful was just a notion.</p> +<p>The lesson had favoured the new nascent intimacy with his +daughter. Evidently she was a born teacher as well as a born +dancer. He perceived in two minutes how marvellous her feet +were. She guided him with pressures light as a feather. She +allowed herself to be guided with an intuitive responsiveness that +had to be felt to be believed. Her exhortations were delicious, her +reprimands exquisite, her patience was infinite. Further, she said +that he had what she called "natural rhythm," and would learn +easily and satisfactorily. Best of all, he had been immediately +aware of the physical benefit of the exercise. The household was +supposed to know naught of the affair, but the kitchen knew a +good deal about it somehow; the kitchen was pleasantly and rather +condescendingly excited, and a little censorious, for the reason +that nobody in the kitchen had ever before lived in a house the +master of which being a parent of adult children took surreptitious +lessons in dancing; the thing was unprecedented, and therefore +of course intrinsically reprehensible. Mr. Prohack guessed +the attitude of the kitchen, and had met Machin's respectful glance +with a self-conscious eye.</p> +<p>He now bolted the front-door and went upstairs extinguishing +the lights after him. Eve had told her husband and child that she +should go to bed early. He meant to have a frolicsome, teasing +chat with her, for the doctor had laid it down that light conversation +would assist the cure of traumatic neurasthenia. She would +not be asleep, and even if she were asleep she would be glad to +awaken, because she admired his style of gossip when both of them +were in the vein for it. He would describe for her the evening at +the studio humorously, in such a fashion as to confirm her in her +righteous belief that the misguided Sissie had seen the maternal +wisdom and quitted dance-studios for ever.</p> +<p>The lamps were out in the bedroom. She slept. He switched on +a light, but her bed was empty; it had not been occupied!</p> +<p>"Marian!" he called in a low voice, thinking that she might be +in the boudoir.</p> +<p>And if she was in the boudoir she must be reclining in the dark +there. He ascertained that she was not in the boudoir. Then he +visited both the drawing-room and the dining-room. No Marian +anywhere! He stood a moment in the hall and was in a mind to +ring for Machin—he could see from a vague illumination at the +entrance to the basement steps that the kitchen was still inhabited—but +just then all the servants came upwards on the way to the +attics, and at the strange spectacle of their dancing master in the +hall they all grew constrained and either coughed or hurried as +though they ought not to be caught in the act of retiring to bed.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, as it were, threw a lasso over Machin, who was the +last of the procession.</p> +<p>"Where is your mistress, Machin?" He tried to be matter-of-fact, +but something unusual in his tone apparently started her.</p> +<p>"She's gone to bed, sir. She told me to put her hot-water bag in +the bed early."</p> +<p>"Oh! Thanks! Good-night."</p> +<p>"Good-night, sir."</p> +<p>He could not persuade himself to call an alarm. He could not +even inform Machin that she was mistaken, for to do so would +have been equivalent to calling an alarm. Hesitating and inactive +he allowed the black-and-white damsels and the blue cook to disappear. +Nor would he disturb Sissie—yet. He had first to get +used to the singular idea that his wife had vanished from home. +Could this vanishing be one of the effects of traumatic neurasthenia? +He hurried about and searched all the rooms again, looking +with absurd carefulness, as if his wife were an insignificant object +that might have dropped unperceived under a chair or behind a +couch.</p> +<p>Then he telephoned to her sister, enquiring in a voice of studied +casualness. Eve was not at her sister's. He had known all the +while that she would not be at her sister's. Being unable to recall +the number, he had had to consult the telephone book. His instinct +now was to fetch Sissie, whose commonsense had of late impressed +him more and more; but he repressed the instinct, holding that he +ought to be able to manage the affair alone. He could scarcely +say to his daughter: "Your mother has vanished. What am I to +do?" Moreover, feeling himself to be the guardian of Marian's +reputation for perfect sanity, he desired not to divulge her +disappearance, +unless obliged to do so. She might return at any +moment. She must return very soon. It was inconceivable that +anything should have "happened" in the Prohack family....</p> +<p>Almost against his will he looked up "Police Stations" in the +telephone-book. There were scores of police stations. The nearest +seemed to be that of Mayfair. He demanded the number. To +demand the number of the police station was like jumping into +bottomless cold water. In a detestable dream he gave his name +and address and asked if the police had any news of a street accident. +Yes, several. He described his wife. He said, reflecting +wildly, that she was not very tall and rather plump; dark hair. +Dress? Dark blue. Hat and mantle? He could not say. Age? +A queer impulse here. He knew that she hated the mention of her +real age, and so he said thirty-nine. No! The police had no news +of such a person. But the polite firm voice on the wire said that +it would telephone to other stations and would let Mr. Prohack +hear immediately if there was anything to communicate. Wonderful +organisation, the London police force!</p> +<p>As he hung up the receiver he realised what had occurred and +what he had done. Marian had mysteriously disappeared and he +had informed the police,—he, Arthur Prohack, C.B. What an +awful event!</p> +<p>His mind ran on the consequences of traumatic neurasthenia. +He put on his hat and overcoat and unbolted the front-door as +silently as he could—for he still did not want anybody in the house +to know the secret—and went out into the street. What to do? A +ridiculous move! Did he expect to find her lying in the gutter? +He walked to the end of the dark street and peered into the +cross-street, +and returned. He had left the front-door open. As he +re-entered the house he descried in a corner of the hall, a screwed-up +telegraph-envelope. Why had he not noticed it before? He +snatched at it. It was addressed to "Mrs. Prohack."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack's soul was instantaneously bathed in heavenly +solace. Traumatic neurasthenia had nothing to do with Eve's +disappearance! His bliss was intensified by the fact that he had +said not a word to the servants and had not called Sissie. And it +was somewhat impaired by the other fact that he had been ass +enough to tell the police. He was just puzzling his head to think +what misfortune could have called his wife away—not that the +prospect of any misfortune much troubled him now that Eve's vanishing +was explained—when through the doorway he saw a taxi +drive up. Eve emerged from the taxi.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>He might have gone out and paid the fare for her, but he stayed +where he was, in the doorway, thinking with beatific relief that +after all nothing had "happened" in the family.</p> +<p>"Ah!" he said, in the most ordinary, complacent, quite undisturbed +tone, "I was just beginning to wonder where you'd got to. +We've been back about five minutes, Sissie and I, and Sissie's gone +to bed. I really don't believe she knows you were out."</p> +<p>Mrs. Prohack came urgently towards him, pushing the door to +behind her with a careless loud bang. The bang might waken the +entire household, but Mrs. Prohack did not care. Mrs. Prohack +kissed him without a word. He possessed in his heart a barometric +scale of her kisses, and this was a set-fair kiss, a kiss with a +somewhat +violent beginning and a reluctant close. Then she held her +cheek for him to kiss. Both cheek and lips were freshly cold from +the night air. Mr. Prohack was aware of an immense, romantic +felicity. And he immediately became flippant, not aloud, but secretly, +to hide himself from himself.</p> +<p>He thought:</p> +<p>"It's a positive fact that I've been kissing this girl of a woman +for a quarter of a century, and she's fat."</p> +<p>But beneath his flippancy and beneath his felicity there was a +lancinating qualm, which, if he had expressed it he would have +expressed thus:</p> +<p>"If anything <i>did</i> happen to her, it would be the absolute +ruin +of me."</p> +<p>The truth was that his felicity frightened him. Never before +had he been seriously concerned for her well-being. The reaction +from grave alarm lighted up the interior of his mysterious soul +with a revealing flash of unique intensity.</p> +<p>"What are all these lights burning for?" she murmured. Lights +were indeed burning everywhere. He had been in a mood to turn +on but not to turn off.</p> +<p>"Oh!" he said, "I was just wandering about."</p> +<p>"I'll go straight upstairs," she said, trying to be as +matter-of-fact +as her Arthur appeared to be.</p> +<p>When he had leisurely set the whole of the ground-floor to rights, +he followed her. She was waiting for him in the boudoir. She +had removed her hat and mantle, and lighted one of the new radiators, +and was sitting on the sofa.</p> +<p>"There came a telegram from Charlie," she began. "I was +crossing the hall just as the boy reached the door. So I opened +the door myself. It was from Charlie to say that he would be at +the Grand Babylon Hotel to-night."</p> +<p>"Charlie! The Grand Babylon!... Not Buckingham Palace." +Eve ignored his crude jocularity.</p> +<p>"It seems I ought to have received it early in the afternoon. I +was so puzzled I didn't know what to do—I just put my things on +and went off to the hotel at once. It wasn't till after I was in the +taxi that I remembered I ought to have told the servants where I +was going. That's why I hurried back. I wanted to get back +before you did. Charlie suggested telephoning from the hotel, but +I wouldn't let him on any account."</p> +<p>"Why not?"</p> +<p>"Well, I thought you might be upset and wonder what on earth +was going on."</p> +<p>"What was going on?" Mr. Prohack repeated, gazing at her +childlike maternal serious face, whose wistfulness affected him in +an extraordinary way. "What on earth are you insinuating?"</p> +<p>No! It was inconceivable that this pulsating girl perched on +the sofa should be the mother of the mature and independent +Charles.</p> +<p>"Charlie's <i>staying</i> at the Grand Babylon Hotel," said Eve, as +though she were saying that Charlie had forged a cheque or blown +up the Cenotaph.</p> +<p>Even the imperturbable man of the world in front of her momentarily +blenched at the news.</p> +<p>"More fool him!" observed Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Yes, and he's got a bedroom and a private sitting-room and a +bathroom, and a room for a secretary—"</p> +<p>"Hence a secretary," Mr. Prohack put in.</p> +<p>"Yes, and a secretary. And he dictates things to the secretary +all the time, and the telephone's always going,—yes, even at this +time of night. He must be spending enormous sums. So of course +I hurried back to tell you."</p> +<p>"You did quite right, my pet," said Mr. Prohack. "A good wife +should share these tit-bits with her husband at the earliest possible +moment."</p> +<p>He was really very like what in his more conventional moments +he would have said a woman was like. If Eve had taken the affair +lightly he would without doubt have remonstrated, explaining that +such an affair ought by no means to be taken lightly. But seeing +that she took it very seriously, his instinct was to laugh at it, +though in fact he was himself extremely perturbed by this piece +of news, which confirmed, a hundredfold and in the most startling +manner, certain sinister impressions of his own concerning +Charlie's deeds in Glasgow. And he assumed the gay attitude, not +from a desire to reassure his wife, but from mere contrariness. +Positively the strangest husband that ever lived, and entirely +different +from normal husbands!</p> +<p>Then he saw tears hanging in Eve's eyes,—tears not of resentment +against his lack of sympathy, tears of bewilderment and perplexity. +She simply did not understand his attitude. And he +sat down close by her on the sofa and solaced her with three +kisses. She was singularly attractive in her alternations of sagacity +and helplessness.</p> +<p>"But it's awful," she whimpered. "The boy must be throwing +money away at the rate of twenty or twenty-five pounds a day."</p> +<p>"Very probably," Mr. Prohack agreed.</p> +<p>"Where's he getting it from?" she demanded. "He must be getting +it from somewhere."</p> +<p>"I expect he's made it. He's rather clever, you know."</p> +<p>"But he can't have made money like that."</p> +<p>"People do, sometimes."</p> +<p>"Not honestly,—you know what I mean, Arthur!" This was an +earthquaking phrase to come from a mother's lips.</p> +<p>"And yet," said Mr. Prohack, "everything Charlie did used to +be right for you."</p> +<p>"But he's carrying on just like an adventurer! I've read in +reports of trials about people carrying on just like that. A fortnight +ago he hadn't got fifty pounds cash in the world, and now he's +living like a millionaire at the Grand Babylon Hotel! Arthur, +what are you going to do about it? Couldn't you go and see him +to-night?"</p> +<p>"Now listen to me," Mr. Prohack began in a new tone, taking +her hands. "Supposing I did go and see him to-night, what could +I say to him?"</p> +<p>"Well, you're his father."</p> +<p>"And you're his mother. What did <i>you</i> say to him?"</p> +<p>"Oh! I didn't say anything. I only said I should have been very +glad if he could have arranged to sleep at home as usual, and he +said he was sorry he couldn't because he was so busy."</p> +<p>"You didn't tell him he was carrying on like an adventurer?"</p> +<p>"Arthur! How could I?"</p> +<p>"But you'd like <i>me</i> to tell him something of the sort. All +that +I can say, you could say—and that is, enquire in a friendly way +what he has done, is doing, and hopes to do."</p> +<p>"But—"</p> +<p>"Yes, my innocent creature. You may well pause." He caressed +her, and she tried to continue in unhappiness, but could not. "You +pause because there is nothing to say."</p> +<p>"You're his father at any rate," she burst out triumphantly.</p> +<p>"That's not his fault. You ought to have thought of all this +over twenty years ago, before Charlie was born, before we were +married, before you met me. To become a parent is to accept +terrible risks. I'm Charlie's father. What then? Am I to give +him orders as to what he must do and what he mustn't? This isn't +China and it isn't the eighteenth century. He owes nothing whatever +to me, or to you. If we were starving and he had plenty, he +would probably consider it his duty to look after us; but that's +the limit of what he owes us. Whereas nothing can put an end +to our responsibility towards him. You see, we brought him here. +We thought it would be so nice to have children, and so Charlie +arrived. He didn't choose his time, and he didn't choose his character, +nor his education, nor his chance. If he had his choice you +may depend he'd have chosen differently. Do you want me, on the +top of all that, to tell him that he must obediently accept something +else from us—our code of conduct? It would be mere cheek, +and with all my shortcomings I'm incapable of impudence, especially +to the young. He was our slave for nearly twenty years. We +did what we liked with him; and if Charlie fails now it simply +means that we've failed. Besides, how can you be sure that he's +carrying on like an adventurer? He may be carrying on like a +financial genius. Perhaps we have brought a giant to earth. We +can't believe it of course, because we haven't got enough faith in +ourselves, but later on we may be compelled to believe it. Naturally +if Charlie crashes after a showy flight, then he won't be a +financial genius,—he'll only be an adventurer, and there may he +some slight trouble in the law courts,—there usually is. That is +where we shall have to come forward and pay for the nice feeling +of having children. And, remember, we shan't be in a position to +upbraid Charlie. He could silence us with one question, to which +we could find no answer: 'Why did you get married, you two?' +However, my pet, let us hope for the best. It's not yet a crime to +live at great price at the Grand Babylon Hotel. Quite possibly +your son has not yet committed any crime, whatever. If he succeeds +in making a huge fortune and in keeping it, he will not commit +any crime. Rich men never do. They can't. They never even +commit murder. There is no reason why they should. Whatever +they do, it is no worse than an idiosyncrasy. Now tell me what +our son talked about."</p> +<p>"Well, he didn't talk much. He—he wasn't expecting me."</p> +<p>"Did he ask after me?"</p> +<p>"I told him about you. He asked about the car."</p> +<p>"He didn't ask after me, but he asked after the car. Nothing +very original there, is there? Any son would behave like that. He +must do better than that if he doesn't mean to end as an adventurer. +I must go and see him, and offer him, very respectfully, +some advice."</p> +<p>"Arthur, I insist that he shall come here. It is not proper that +you should go running after <i>him</i>."</p> +<p>"Pooh, my dear! I'm rich enough myself to run after him without +being accused of snobbishness or lion-hunting or anything of +that kind."</p> +<p>"Oh! Arthur!" sobbed Eve. "Don't you think you're been funny +quite long enough?" She then openly wept.</p> +<p>The singular Mr. Prohack was apparently not in the least moved +by his wife's tears. He and she alone in the house were out of +bed; there was no chance of their being disturbed. He did not +worry about his adventurous son. He did not worry about the +possibility of Oswald Morfey having a design to convert his daughter +into Mrs. Oswald Morfey. He did not worry about the fate of +the speculation in which he had joined Sir Paul Spinner. Nor +did he worry about the malady called traumatic neurasthenia. As +for himself he fancied that he had not for years felt better than he +felt at that moment. He was aware of the most delicious sensation +of sharing a perfect nocturnal solitude with his wife. He +drew her towards him until her acquiescent head lay against his +waistcoat. He held her body in his arms, and came deliberately to +the conclusion that to be alive was excellent.</p> +<p>Eve's body was as yielding as that of a young girl. To Mr. Prohack, +who of course was the dupe of an illusion, it had an absolutely +enchanting girlishness. She sobbed and she sobbed, and +Mr. Prohack let her sob. He loosed the grip of his arms a little, +so that her face, free of his waistcoat, was turned upwards in the +direction of the ceiling; and then he very caressingly wiped her +eyes with his own handkerchief. He gave an elaborate care to the +wiping of her eyes. For some minutes it was a Sisyphean labour, +for what he did she immediately undid; but after a time the sobs +grew less frequent, and at length they ceased; only her lips trembled +at intervals.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack said ingratiatingly:</p> +<p>"And whose fault is it if I'm funny? Answer, you witch."</p> +<p>"I don't know," Eve murmured tremblingly and not quite articulately.</p> +<p>"It's your fault. Do you know that you gave me the fright of +my life to-night, going out without saying where you were going to? +Do you know that you put me into such a state that I've been +telephoning +to police-stations to find out whether there'd been any +street accidents happening to a woman of your description? I was +so upset that I daren't even go upstairs and call Sissie."</p> +<p>"You said you'd only been back five minutes when I came," Eve +observed in a somewhat firmer voice.</p> +<p>"I did," said Mr. Prohack. "But that was neither more nor less +than a downright lie. You see I was in such a state that I had to +pretend, to both you and myself, that things aren't what they are.... +And then, without the slightest warning, you suddenly arrive +without a scratch on you. You aren't hurt. You aren't even dead. +It's a scandalous shame that a woman should be able, by merely +arriving in a taxi, to put a sensible man into such a paroxysm of +satisfaction as you put me into a while ago. It's not right. It's +not fair. Then you try to depress me with bluggy stories of your +son's horrible opulence, and when you discover you can't depress +me you burst into tears and accuse me of being funny. What did +you expect me to be? Did you expect me to groan because you +aren't lying dead in a mortuary? If I'm funny, you are at liberty +to attribute it to hysteria, the hysteria of joy. But I wish you to +understand that these extreme revulsions of feeling which you +impose on me are very dangerous for a plain man who is undergoing +a rest-cure."</p> +<p>Eve raised her arms about Mr. Prohack's neck, lifted herself up +by them, and silently kissed him. Then she sank back to her +former position.</p> +<p>"I've been a great trial to you lately, haven't I?" she breathed.</p> +<p>"Not more so than usual," he answered. "You know you always +abuse your power."</p> +<p>"But I <i>have</i> been queer?"</p> +<p>"Well," judicially, "perhaps you have. Perhaps five per cent or +so above your average of queerness."</p> +<p>"Didn't the doctor say what I'd got was traumatic neurasthenia?"</p> +<p>"That or something equally absurd."</p> +<p>"Well, I haven't got it any more. I'm cured. You'll see."</p> +<p>Just then the dining-room clock entered upon its lengthy business +of chiming the hour of midnight. And as it faintly chimed +Mr. Prohack, supporting his wife, had a surpassing conviction of +the beauty of existence and in particular of his own good +fortune—though +the matter of his inheritance never once entered his mind. +He gazed down at Eve's ingenuous features, and saw in them the +fastidious fineness which had caused her to recoil so sensitively +from her son's display at the Grand Babylon. Yes, women had a +spiritual beauty to which men could not pretend.</p> +<p>"Arthur," said she, "I never told you that you'd forgotten to +wind up that clock on Sunday night. It stopped this evening while +you were out, and I had to wind it and I only guessed what the +time was."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h2>THE PRACTICE OF IDLENESS</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>At ten minutes to eleven the next morning Mr. Prohack rushed +across the pavement, and sprang head-first into the original Eagle +(now duly repaired) with the velocity and agility of a man long +accustomed to the fact that seconds are more precious than six-pences +and minutes than banknotes. And Carthew slammed the +door on him like a conjuror performing the final act of a trick +before an audience of three thousand people.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was late. He was late on this the first full day of his +career as a consciously and scientifically idle man. Carthew knew +that his employer was late; and certainly the people in his house +knew that he was late. Mr. Prohack's breakfast in bed had been late, +which meant that his digestive and reposeful hour of newspaper +reading was thrown forward. And then he had actually been kept +out of his own bathroom, through the joint fault of Sissie and her +mother, who had apparently determined to celebrate Sissie's definite +release from the dance-studio, and Mrs. Prohack's astonishing +recovery from traumatic neurasthenia, by a thorough visitation +and reorganisation of the house and household. Those two, +re-established in each other's affection, had been holding an +inquisition +in the bathroom, of all rooms, at the very moment when Mr. +Prohack needed the same, with the consequence that he found the +bath empty instead of full, and the geyser not even lighted. Yet +they well knew that he had a highly important appointment at +the tailor's at ten forty-five, followed by other just as highly +important +appointments! The worst of it was that he could not take +their crime seriously because he was on such intimate and +conspiratorial +terms with each of them separately. On the previous +evening he had exchanged wonderful and rather dangerous confidences +with his daughter, and, further on in the night he and +her mother had decided that the latter's fantastic excursion to the +Grand Babylon Hotel should remain a secret. And Sissie, as much +as her mother, had taken advantage of his helplessness in the usual +unscrupulous feminine manner. They went so far as to smile +quasi-maternally at his boyish busy-ness.</p> +<p>Now no sooner had Carthew slammed the door of the Eagle and +got into the driving-seat than a young woman, a perfect stranger +to Mr. Prohack, appeared, and through the open window asked in +a piteous childlike voice if Mr. Prohack was indeed Mr. Prohack, +and, having been informed that this was so, expressed the desire +to speak with him. Mr. Prohack was beside himself with annoyance +and thwarted energy. Was the entire universe uniting against +the execution of his programme?</p> +<p>"I have a most important appointment," said he, raising his hat +and achieving politeness by an enormous effort, "and if your business +is urgent you'd better get into the car. I'm going to Conduit +Street."</p> +<p>She slipped into the car like a snake, and Carthew, beautifully +unaware that he had two passengers, simultaneously drove off.</p> +<p>If a snake, she was a very slim, blushing and confused snake,—short, +too, for a python. And she had a turned-up nose, and was +quite young. Her scales were stylish. And, although certainly +abashed, apprehensive and timorous, she yet had, about her delicate +mouth, the signs of terrible determination, of ruthlessness, of an +ambition that nothing could thwart. Mr. Prohack might have been +alarmed, but fortunately he was getting used to driving in closed +cars with young women, and so could keep his nerve. Moreover, +he enjoyed these experiences, being a man of simple tastes and not +too analytical of good fortune when it came his way.</p> +<p>"It's very good of you to see me like this," said the girl, in the +voice of a rapid brook with a pebbly bed. "My name is Winstock, +and I've called about the car."</p> +<p>"The car? What car?"</p> +<p>"The motor-car accident at Putney, you know."</p> +<p>"Ah!"</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"Just so. Just so. You are the owner-driver of the other car."</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"I think you ought to have seen my wife. It is really she who +is the owner of this car. As you are aware, I wasn't in the accident +myself, and I don't know anything about it. Besides, it's +entirely in the hands of the insurance company and the solicitors. +You are employing a solicitor, aren't you?"</p> +<p>"Oh, yes."</p> +<p>"Then I suppose it's by his advice that you've come to see me."</p> +<p>"Well, I'm afraid it isn't."</p> +<p>"What!" cried Mr. Prohack. "If it isn't by his advice you may +well be afraid. Do you know you've done a most improper thing? +Most improper. I can't possibly listen to you. <i>You</i> may go +behind +your lawyer's back. But I can't. And also there's the insurance +company." Mr. Prohack lifted the rug which had fallen away from +her short skirts.</p> +<p>"I think solicitors and companies and things are so silly," said +Miss Winstock, whose eyes had not moved from the floor-mat. +"Thank you." The 'thank you' was in respect to the rug.</p> +<p>"So they are," Mr. Prohack agreed.</p> +<p>"That was why I thought it would be better to come straight to +you." For the first time she glanced at him; a baffling glance, a +glance that somehow had the effect of transferring some of the +apprehension in her own breast to that of Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Well," said he, in a departmental tone recalling Whitehall. +"Will you kindly say what you have to say?"</p> +<p>"Can I speak confidentially?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack raised his hands and laughed in what he hoped was +a sardonic manner.</p> +<p>"I give you young women up," he murmured. "Yes, I give you +up. You're my enemy. We're at law. And you want to talk confidentially! +How can I tell whether I can let you talk confidentially +until I've heard what you're going to say?"</p> +<p>"Oh! I was only going to say that I'm not really the owner-driver +of the car. I'm personal secretary to Mr. Carrel Quire, and +it's really his car. You see he has three cars, but as there's been +such a fuss about waste lately and he's so prominent in the +anti-squandermania +campaign, he prefers to keep only one car in his +own name."</p> +<p>"You don't mean to sit there and tell me you're talking about +the Secretary for Foreign Affairs!"</p> +<p>"Yes, of course. Who else? You know he's on the continent at +present. He wouldn't take me with him because he wanted to +create an effect of austerity in Paris—that's what he said; and +I must get this accident affair settled up before he comes back, or +he <i>may</i> dismiss me. I don't think he will, because I'm a cousin +of the late Lady Queenie Paulle—that's how I got the place—but +he may. And then where should I be? I was told you were so +kind and nice—that's why I came."</p> +<p>"I am not kind and I am not nice," remarked Mr. Prohack, in +an acid tone, but laughing to himself because the celebrated young +statesman, Mr. Carrel Quire (bald at thirty-five) was precisely one +of the ministers who, during the war, had defied and trampled upon +the Treasury. He now almost demoniacally contemplated the ruin +of Mr. Carrel Quire.</p> +<p>"You have made a serious mistake in coming to me. Unfortunately +you cannot undo it. Be good enough to understand that +you have not been talking confidentially."</p> +<p>Miss Winstock ought to have been intimidated and paralysed +by the menacing manner of the former Terror of the Departments. +But she was not.</p> +<p>"Please, please, Mr. Prohack," she said calmly, "don't talk in +that strain. I distinctly told you I was talking confidentially, and +I'm sure I can rely on you—unless all that I've heard about you is +untrue; which it can't be. I only want matters to be settled +quietly, and when Mr. Quire returns he will pay anything that +has to be paid—if it isn't too much."</p> +<p>"My chauffeur asserts that you have told a most naughty untruth +about the accident. You say that he ran into you, whereas the fact +is that he was nearly standing still while you were going too fast +and you skidded badly into him off the tramlines. And he's found +witnesses to prove what he says."</p> +<p>"I may have been a little mistaken," Miss Winstock admitted +with light sadness. "I won't say I wasn't. You know how you +are in an accident."</p> +<p>"I've never been in an accident in my life," Mr. Prohack +objected.</p> +<p>"If you had, you'd sympathise with me."</p> +<p>At this moment the Eagle drew up at the desired destination +in Conduit Street. Mr. Prohack looked at his watch.</p> +<p>"I'm sorry to seem inhospitable," he said, "but my appointment +is extremely important. I cannot wait."</p> +<p>"Can <i>I</i> wait?" Miss Winstock suggested. "I'm quite used to +waiting for Mr. Carrel Quire. If I might wait in the car till you +came out.... You see I want to come to an understanding."</p> +<p>"I don't know how long I shall be."</p> +<p>"That doesn't matter, truly. I haven't got anything else in the +world to do, as Mr. Carrel Quire is away."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack left Miss Winstock in the car.</p> +<p>The establishment into which Mr. Prohack disappeared was that +of his son's tailors. He slipped into it with awe, not wholly because +the tailors were his son's tailors, but in part because they were +tailors to various august or once-august personages throughout +Europe. Till that day Mr. Prohack had bought his clothes from +an insignificant though traditional tailor in Maddox Street, to +whom he had been taken as a boy by his own father. And he had +ordered his clothes hastily, negligently, anyhow, in intervals +snatched from meal-hours or on the way from one more important +appointment to another more important appointment. Indeed he +had thought no more of ordering a suit than of ordering a whiskey +and soda. Nay, he had on one occasion fallen incredibly low, and +his memory held the horrid secret for ever,—on one occasion he +had actually bought a ready-made suit. It had fitted him, for he +was slimmish and of a good stock size, but he had told nobody, not +even his wife, of this shocking defection from the code of true +British gentlemanliness,—and he had never repeated the crime; +the secret would die with him. And now he was devoting the top +of the morning to the commandment of a suit. The affair was his +chief business, and he had come to it in a great car whose six +cylinders were working harmoniously for nothing else, and with +the aid of an intelligent and experienced and expert human being +whose sole object in life that morning was to preside over Mr. +Prohack's +locomotion to and from the tailors'!</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack perceived that he was only beginning to comprehend +the wonder of existence. The adepts at the tailors', however, +seemed to see nothing wonderful in the matter. They showed no +surprise that he had written to make an appointment with a particular +adept named Melchizidek, who had been casually mentioned +weeks earlier by Charles as the one man in London who really +comprehended waistcoats. They took it as a matter of course that +Mr. Prohack had naught else to do with the top of the morning +but order clothes, and that while he did so he should keep a mature +man and a vast and elaborate machine waiting for him in the +street outside. And Mr. Melchizidek's manner alone convinced +Mr. Prohack that what he had told his family, and that what he +had told Miss Winstock in the car, was strictly true and not the +invention of his fancy—namely that the appointment was genuinely +of high importance.</p> +<p>Mr. Melchizidek possessed the strange gift of condescending +majestically to Mr. Prohack while licking his boots. He listened +to Mr. Prohack as to an autocrat while giving Mr. Prohack to +understand that Mr. Prohack knew not the first elements of sartorial +elegance. At intervals he gazed abstractedly at the gold +framed and crowned portraits that hung on the walls and at the +inscriptions similarly framed and crowned and hung, and it was +home in upon Mr. Prohack that the inscriptions in actual practice +referred to Mr. Melchizidek, and that this same Melchizidek, fawning +and masterful, had seen monarchs in their shirt sleeves and +spoken to princes with pins in his mouth, and made marks in white +chalk between the shoulder-blades of grand-dukes; and that revolutions +and cataclysms were nothing to Mr. Melchizidek.</p> +<p>When Mr. Melchizidek had decided by hypnotic suggestion and +magic power what Mr. Prohack desired in the way of stuffs and +patterns, he led Mr. Prohack mysteriously to a small chamber, and +a scribe followed them carrying pencil and paper, and Mr. Prohack +removed, with assistance, his shabby coat and his waistcoat, +and Mr. Melchizidek measured him in unexampled detail and precision, +and the scribe, writing, intoned aloud all Mr. Prohack's +dimensions. And all the time Mr. Prohack was asking in his +heart: "How much will these clothes cost?" And he, once the +Terror of the departments, who would have held up the war to +satisfy his official inquisitiveness on a question of price,—he dared +not ask how much the clothes would cost. He felt that in that +unique establishment money was simply not mentioned,—it could +never be more than the subject of formal and stately correspondence.</p> +<p>During the latter part of the operation Mr. Prohack heard, outside +in the shop, the sharp sounds of an imperial and decisive voice, +and he was thereby well-nigh thunderstruck. And even Mr. +Melchizidek seemed to be similarly affected by the voice,—so much +so that the intimate of sovereigns unaffectedly hastened the business +of enduing Mr. Prohack into the shameful waistcoat and coat, +and then, with a gesture of apology, passed out of the cubicle, +leaving Mr. Prohack with the attendant scribe.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, pricked by a fearful curiosity, followed Mr. +Melchizidek; +and the voice was saying:</p> +<p>"Oh! You're there, Melchizidek. Just come and look at this +crease."</p> +<p>Mr. Melchizidek, pained, moved forward. Three acolytes were +already standing in shocked silence round about a young man who +stretched forth one leg so that all might see.</p> +<p>"I ask you," the young man proceeded, "is it an inch out or +isn't it? And how many times have I tried these things on? I'm +a busy man, and here I have to waste my time coming here again +and again to get a thing right that ought to have been right the +first time. And you call yourselves the first tailors in Europe.... +Correct me if I'm inaccurate in any of my statements."</p> +<p>Mr. Melchizidek, who unlike an Englishman knew when he was +beaten, said in a solemn bass:</p> +<p>"When can I send for them, sir?"</p> +<p>"You can send for them this afternoon at the Grand Babylon, +and be sure that I have them back to-morrow night."</p> +<p>"Certainly, sir. It's only fair to ourselves, sir, to state that we +have a great deal of trouble with our workmen in these days."</p> +<p>"No doubt. And I have a great deal of trouble to find cash in +these days, but I don't pay your bills with bad money, I think."</p> +<p>A discreet sycophantic smile from the group at this devastating +witticism!</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack cautiously approached; the moment had awkwardness, +but Mr. Prohack owed it to himself to behave with all presence +of mind.</p> +<p>"Hullo, Charlie!" said he casually.</p> +<p>"Hello, dad! How are you?" And Charlie, wearing the very +suit in which he had left home for Glasgow, shook hands boyishly.</p> +<p>Looking into his firm, confident eyes, Mr. Prohack realised, +perhaps for the first time, that the fruit of his loins was no common +boy. The mere fact that as an out-of-work ex-officer, precariously +making a bit in motor-bicycle deals, he had dared to go to +Melchizidek's firm for clothes, and that he was now daring to +affront Melchizidek,—this sole fact separated him from the ruck +of sons.</p> +<p>"I warn you, dad, that if you're ordering clothes here you're +ordering trouble."</p> +<p>Mr. Melchizidek's interjected remarks fitted to the occasion. The +group dissipated. The males of the Prohack family could say +nothing interesting to each other in such a situation. They could +only pretend that their relations were purely normal; which they +did quite well.</p> +<p>"I say, dad, I'm awfully busy this morning. I can't stop now. +I've telephoned the mater and she's coming to the Grand Babylon +for lunch—one thirty. Sis too, I think. Do come. You haven't +got anything else to do." The boy murmured all this.</p> +<p>"Oh! Haven't I! I'm just as busy as you are, and more."</p> +<p>However, Mr. Prohack accepted the invitation. Charlie went +off in haste. Mr. Prohack arrived on the pavement in time to see +him departing in an open semi-racing car driven by a mature, +handsome and elegant woman, with a chauffeur sitting behind. Mr. +Prohack's mind was one immense interrogation concerning his son. +He had seen him, spoken with him, and—owing to the peculiar +circumstances—learnt nothing whatever. Indeed, the mystery of +Charlie was deepened. Had Charles hurried away in order to hide +the mature handsome lady from his father?... Mr. Prohack +might have moralised, but he suddenly remembered that he had +a lady in his own car, and that the disparity between their ages +was no less than the disparity between the ages of the occupants +of the car in which Charles had fled.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>Turning to his own car, he observed with a momentary astonishment +that Carthew, the chauffeur, leaning a little nonchalantly +through the open off-window of the vehicle, was engaged in conversation +with Miss Winstock. The astonishment passed when +he reflected that as these two had been in the enforced intimacy +of an accident together they were necessarily on some kind of +speaking terms. Before Carthew had noticed Mr. Prohack, Mr. +Prohack noticed that Carthew's attitude to Miss Winstock showed +a certain tolerant condescension, while Miss Winstock's girlish +gestures +were of a subtly appealing nature. Then in an instant Carthew, +the easy male tolerator of inaccurate but charming young +women, disappeared from the window—disappeared indeed, entirely +from the face of the earth—and a perfectly non-human, impassive +automaton emerged from behind the back of the car and stood +attentive at the door, holding the handle thereof. Mr. Prohack, +with a gift of dissimulation equal to Carthew's own, gave him an +address in Bond Street.</p> +<p>"I have another very urgent appointment," said Mr. Prohack to +Miss Winstock as he sat down beside her. And he took his diary +from his pocket and gazed at it intently, frowning, though there +was nothing whatever on its page except the printed information +that the previous Sunday was the twenty-fourth after Trinity, +and a warning: "If you have omitted to order your new diary it +would be well to do so NOW to prevent disappointment."</p> +<p>"It's awfully good of you to have me here," said Miss Winstock.</p> +<p>"It is," Mr. Prohack admitted. "And so far as I can see you've +done nothing to deserve it. You were very wrong to get chatting +with my chauffeur, for example."</p> +<p>"I felt that all the time. But he has such a powerful individuality."</p> +<p>"He may have. But what I pay him for is to drive my car, not +to put his passengers into a semi-hypnotic state. Do you know +why I am taking you about like this?"</p> +<p>"I hope it's because you are kind-hearted."</p> +<p>"Not at all. Do you think I should do it if you were fifty, fat +and a fright? Of course I shouldn't. And no one knows that +better than you. I'm doing it because you're young and charming +and slim and attractive and smart. Though forty-six, I am still a +man. The chief difference between me and most other men is that +I know and openly admit my motives. That's what makes me so +dangerous. You should beware of me. Take note that I haven't +asked you what you're been saying to Carthew. Nor shall I ask +him. Now what exactly do you want me to do?"</p> +<p>"Only not to let the law case about the accident go any further."</p> +<p>"And are you in a position to pay the insurance company for +the damage to my car?"</p> +<p>"Oh! Mr. Carrel Quire will pay."</p> +<p>"Are you sure? Are you quite sure that Mr. Carrel Quire is +not spending twice as much as his ministerial salary, that salary +being the whole of his financial resources except loans from +millionaires +who will accept influence instead of interest? I won't +enquire whether Mr. Carrel Quire pays your salary regularly. If +he does, it furnishes the only instance of regularity in the whole +of his gorgeous career. If our little affair becomes public it might +ruin Mr. Carrel Quire as a politician—at the least it would +set him back for ten years. And I am particularly anxious to ruin +Mr. Carrel Quire. In doing so I shall accomplish a patriotic act."</p> +<p>"Oh, Mr. Prohack!"</p> +<p>"Yes. Mr. Carrel Quire may be—probably is—a delightful fellow, +but he is too full of brains, and he constitutes the gravest +danger that has threatened the British Empire for a hundred years. +Hence it is my duty to ruin him if I get the chance; and I've got +the chance. I don't see how he could survive the exposure of the +simple fact that while preaching anti-waste he is keeping motor-cars +in the names of young women."</p> +<p>The car had stopped in front of a shop over whose door a pair +of gilded animals like nothing in zoology were leaping amiably at +each other. Miss Winstock began to search neurotically in a bag +for a handkerchief.</p> +<p>"This is the scene of my next appointment," Mr. Prohack continued. +"Would you prefer to leave me at once or will you wait +again?"</p> +<p>Miss Winstock hesitated.</p> +<p>"You had better wait," Mr. Prohack decided. "You'll be crying +in fifteen seconds and your handkerchief is sadly inadequate to the +crisis. Try a little self-control, and don't let Carthew hypnotise +you. I shan't be surprised if you're gone when I come back."</p> +<p>A commissionaire was now holding open the door of the car.</p> +<p>"Carthew," said Mr. Prohack privily, after he had got out. +"Oblige me by imagining that during my absence the car is empty."</p> +<p>Carthew quivered for a fraction of eternity, but was exceedingly +quick to recover.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>The shop was all waxed parquetry, silks, satins, pure linen and +pure wool, diversified by a few walking-sticks and a cuff link or so. +Faced by a judge-like middle-aged authority in a frock-coat, Mr. +Prohack suddenly lost the magisterial demeanour which he had +exhibited to a defenceless girl in the car. He comprehended in a +flash that suits of clothes were a detail in the existence of an idle +man and that neckties and similar supremacies alone mattered.</p> +<p>"I want a necktie," he began gently.</p> +<p>"Certainly, sir," said the judge. But the judge's eyes, fixed on +Mr. Prohack's neck, said: "I should just think you did."</p> +<p>Life was enlarged to a bewildering, a maddening maze of neckties. +Mr. Prohack considered in his heart that one of the needs +of the day was an encyclopaedia of neckties. As he bought neckties +he felt as foolish as a woman buying cigars. Any idiot could +buy a suit, but neckties baffled the intelligence of the Terror of the +departments, though he had worn something in the nature of a +necktie for forty years. The neckties which he bought inspired +him with fear—the fear lest he might lack the courage to wear +them. In a nightmare he saw himself putting them on in his bedroom +and proceeding downstairs to breakfast, and then, panic-stricken, +rushing back to the bedroom to change into one of his +old neckties.</p> +<p>And when he had bought neckties he apprehended that neckties +without shirts were like butter without bread, and he bought +shirts. And then he surmised that shirts without collars would +be indecent. And when he had bought collars a still small voice +told him that the logical foundation of all things was socks, and +that really he had been trying to build a house from the fourth +story downwards. Fortunately he had less hesitation about the +socks, for he could comfort himself with the thought that socks +did not jump to the eye as neckties did, and that by constant care +their violence might even be forever concealed from the gaze of +his household. He sighed with relief at the end of the sock episode. +But he had forgotten braces, as to which he surrendered unconditionally +to the frock-coated judge. He brooked the most +astounding braces, for none but Eve would see them, and he could +intimidate Eve.</p> +<p>"Shall we make you a quarter of a dozen pairs to measure, sir?"</p> +<p>This extraordinary question miraculously restored all Mr. Prohack's +vanished aplomb. That at the end of the greatest war +in the history of the earth, amid decapitated empires and cities +of starvation, braces should be made to measure,—this was too +much for Mr. Prohack, who had not dreamed that braces ever +had been made to measure. It shocked him back into sense.</p> +<p>"<i>No!</i>" he said coldly, and soon afterwards left the shop.</p> +<p>Miss Winstock, in the car, sat for the statue of wistful melancholy.</p> +<p>"Heavens!" breathed Mr. Prohack to himself. "The little thing +is taking me seriously. With all her experience of the queer +world, and all her initiative and courage, she is taking me seriously!" +He was touched; his irony became sympathetic, and he +thought: "How young the young are!"</p> +<p>Her smile as he rejoined her had pathos in it. The totality of +her was delicious.</p> +<p>"You cannot be all bad, Miss Winstock," said he to her, after +instructing the chauffeur, "because nobody is. You are undisciplined. +You do wild and rash things—you have already accomplished +several this morning. But you have righteous instincts, +though not often enough. Of course, with one word to the insurance +company I could save you. The difficulty is that I could +not save you without saving Mr. Carrel Quire also. And it would +be very wrong of me to save Mr. Carrel Quire, for to save him +would be to jeopardise the future of the British Empire, because +unless he is scotched, that man's frantic egotism and ruthless +ambition will achieve political disaster for four hundred million +human beings. I should like to save you. But can I weigh you +in the balance against an Empire? Can I, I say?"</p> +<p>"No," answered Miss Winstock weakly but sincerely.</p> +<p>"That's just where you're wrong," said Mr. Prohack. "I can. +And you are shamefully ignorant of history. Never yet when +empire, any empire, has been weighed in the balance against a +young and attractive woman has the young woman failed to win! +That is a dreadful fact, but men are thus constituted. Had you +been a hag, I should not have hesitated to do my duty to my +country. But as you are what you are, and sitting so agreeably +in my car, I will save you and let my country go."</p> +<p>"Oh! Mr. Prohack, you are very kind—but every one told me +you were."</p> +<p>"No! I am a knave. Also there is a condition."</p> +<p>"I will agree to anything."</p> +<p>"You must leave Mr. Carrel Quire's service. That man is +dangerous not only to empires. The entire environment is the +very worst decently possible for a girl like you. Get away from +it. If you don't undertake to give him notice at once, and withdraw +entirely from his set, then I will ruin both you and him."</p> +<p>"But I shall starve," cried Miss Winstock. "I shall never find +another place without influence, and I have no more influence."</p> +<p>"Have the Winstocks no money?"</p> +<p>"Not a penny."</p> +<p>"And have the Paulles no money?"</p> +<p>"None for me."</p> +<p>"You are the ideal programme-girl in a theatre," said Mr. Prohack. +"You will never starve. Excuse me for a few minutes. I +have another very important appointment," he added, as the +car stopped in Piccadilly.</p> +<p>After a quarter of an hour spent in learning that suits were +naught, neckties were naught, shirts, collars, socks and even braces +were naught, but that hats alone made a man of fashion and +idleness, Mr. Prohack returned to Miss Winstock and announced:</p> +<p>"I will engage you as my private secretary. I need one very +badly indeed. In fact I cannot understand how, with all my +engagements, I have been able to manage without one so long. +Your chief duties will be to keep on good terms with my wife and +daughter, and not to fall in love with my son. If you were not +too deeply preoccupied with my chauffeur, you may have noticed +a young man who came out of the tailors' just before I did. That +was my son."</p> +<p>"Oh!" exclaimed Miss Winstock, "the boy who drove off in Lady +Massulam's car?"</p> +<p>"Was that Lady Massulam?" asked Mr. Prohack before he had +had time to recover from the immense effect of hearing the startling, +almost legendary name of Lady Massulam in connection +with his son.</p> +<p>"Of course," said Miss Winstock. "Didn't you know?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack ignored her pertness.</p> +<p>"Well," he proceeded, having now successfully concealed his +emotion, "after having dealt as I suggest with my wife and children, +you will deal with my affairs. You shall have the same +salary as Mr. Carrel Quire paid—or forgot to pay. Do you agree +or not?"</p> +<p>"I should love it," replied Miss Winstock with enthusiasm.</p> +<p>"What is your Christian name?"</p> +<p>"Mimi."</p> +<p>"So it is. I remember now. Well, it won't do at all. Never +mention it again, please."</p> +<p>When he had accompanied Mimi to a neighbouring post office +and sent off a suitable telegram of farewell to Mr. Carrel Quire +in her name, Mr. Prohack abandoned her till the morrow, and +drove off quickly to pick up his wife for the Grand Babylon lunch.</p> +<p>"I am a perfect lunatic," said he to himself. "It must be the +effect of riches. However, I don't care."</p> +<p>He meant that he didn't care about the conceivable consequences +of engaging Mimi Winstock as secretary. But what he +did care about was the conjuncture of Lady Massulam and +Charlie.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XIII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h2>FURTHER IDLENESS</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>Strange, inconceivable as it may appear to people of the great +world and readers of newspapers, Mr. Prohack, C.B., had never +in his life before been inside the Grand Babylon Hotel. Such +may be the narrow and mean existence forced by circumstances +upon secretly powerful servants of the Crown. He arrived late, +owing to the intricate preparations of his wife and daughter for +Charlie's luncheon. These two were unsuccessfully pretending not +to be nervous, and their nervousness reacted upon Mr. Prohack, +who perceived with disgust that his gay and mischievous mood of +the morning was slipping away from him despite his efforts to +retain it. He knew now definitely that his health had taken the +right turn, and yet he could not prod the youthful Sissie as he +had prodded the youthful Mimi Winstock. Moreover Mimi was +a secret which would have to be divulged, and this secret not only +weighed heavy within him, but seemed disturbingly to counterbalance +the secrets that Charlie was withholding.</p> +<p>On the present occasion he saw little of the Grand Babylon, for +as soon as he mentioned his son's name to the nonchalant official +behind the enquiry counter the official changed like lightning into +an obsequious courtier, and Charles's family was put in charge +of a hovering attendant boy, who escorted it in a lift and along +a mile of corridors, and Charlie's family was kept waiting at a +door until the voice of Charlie permitted the boy to open the +door. A rather large parlour set with a table for five; a magnificent +view from the window of a huge white-bricked wall and scores +of chimney pots and electric wires, and a moving grey sky above! +Charlie, too, was unsuccessfully pretending not to be nervous.</p> +<p>"Hullo, kid!" he greeted his sister.</p> +<p>"Hullo yourself," responded Sissie.</p> +<p>They shook hands. (They very rarely kissed. However, Charlie +kissed his mother. Even he would not have dared not to kiss her.)</p> +<p>"Mater," said he, "let me introduce you to Lady Massulam."</p> +<p>Lady Massulam had been standing in the window. She came +forward with a pleasant, restrained smile and made the acquaintance +of Charlie's family; but she was not talkative. Her presence, +coming as a terrific surprise to the ladies of the Prohack family, and +as a fairly powerful surprise to Mr. Prohack, completed the general +constraint. Mrs. Prohack indeed was somewhat intimidated +by it. Mrs. Prohack's knowledge of Lady Massulam was derived +exclusively from <i>The Daily Picture</i>, where her portrait was +constantly +appearing, on all sorts of pretexts, and where she was described +as a leader of London society. Mr. Prohack knew of +her as a woman credited with great feats of war-work, and also +with a certain real talent for organisation; further, he had heard +that she had a gift for high finance, and exercised it not without +profit. As she happened to be French by birth, no steady English +person was seriously upset by the fact that her matrimonial career +was obscure, and as she happened to be very rich everybody raised +sceptical eyebrows at the assertion that her husband (a knight) +was dead; for <i>The Daily Picture</i> implanted daily in the minds of +millions of readers the grand truth that to the very rich nothing +can happen simply. The whole <i>Daily Picture</i> world was aware +that of late she had lived at the Grand Babylon Hotel in permanence. +That world would not have recognised her from her published +portraits, which were more historical than actual. Although +conspicuously anti-Victorian she had a Victorian beauty of the +impressive kind; she had it still. Her hair was of a dark lustrous +brown and showed no grey. In figure she was tall, and rather more +than plump and rather less than fat. Her perfect and perfectly +worn clothes proved that she knew just how to deal with herself. +She would look forty in a theatre, fifty in a garden, and sixty to +her maid at dawn.</p> +<p>This important person spoke, when she did speak, with a scarcely +perceptible French accent in a fine clear voice. But she spoke +little and said practically nothing: which was a shock to Marian +Prohack, who had imagined that in the circles graced by Lady +Massulam conversation varied from badinage to profundity and +never halted. It was not that Lady Massulam was tongue-tied, +nor that she was impolite; it was merely that with excellent calmness +she did not talk. If anybody handed her a subject, she just +dropped it; the floor around her was strewn with subjects.</p> +<p>The lunch was dreadful, socially. It might have been better if +Charlie's family had not been tormented by the tremendous +question: what had Charlie to do with Lady Massulam? Already +Charlie's situation was sufficient of a mystery, without this +arch-mystery +being spread all over it. And inexperienced Charlie was +a poor host; as a host he was positively pathetic, rivalling Lady +Massulam in taciturnity.</p> +<p>Sissie took to chaffing her brother, and after a time Charlie said +suddenly, with curtness:</p> +<p>"Have you dropped that silly dance-scheme of yours, kid?"</p> +<p>Sissie was obliged to admit that she had.</p> +<p>"Then I tell you what you might do. You might come and +live here with me for a bit. I want a hostess, you know."</p> +<p>"I will," said Sissie, straight. No consultation of parents!</p> +<p>This brief episode overset Mrs. Prohack. The lunch worsened, +to such a point that Mr. Prohack began to grow light-hearted, and +chaffed Charlie in his turn. He found material for chaff in the +large number of newly bought books that were lying about the +room. There was even the <i>Encyclopaedia of Religion and Ethics</i> +in eleven volumes. Queer possessions for a youth who at home had +never read aught but the periodical literature of automobilism! +Could this be the influence of Lady Massulam? Then the telephone +bell rang, and it was like a signal of salvation. Charlie sprang at +the instrument.</p> +<p>"For you," he said, indicating Lady Massulam, who rose.</p> +<p>"Oh!" said she. "It's Ozzie."</p> +<p>"Who's Ozzie?" Charlie demanded, without thought.</p> +<p>"No doubt Oswald Morfey," said Mr. Prohack, scoring over +his son.</p> +<p>"He wants to see me. May I ask him to come up for coffee?"</p> +<p>"Oh! Do!" said Sissie, also without thought. She then blushed.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack thought suspiciously and apprehensively:</p> +<p>"I bet anything he's found out that my daughter is here."</p> +<p>Ozzie transformed the final act of the luncheon. An adept +conversationalist, +he created conversationalists on every side. Mrs. +Prohack liked him at once. Sissie could not keep her eyes off him. +Charlie was impressed by him. Lady Massulam treated him with +the familiarity of an intimate. Mr. Prohack alone was sinister +in attitude. Ozzie brought the great world into the room with +him. In his simpering voice he was ready to discuss all the +phenomena of the universe; but after ten minutes Mr. Prohack +noticed that the fellow had one sole subject on his mind. Namely, +a theatrical first-night, fixed for that very evening; a first-night +of the highest eminence; one of Mr. Asprey Chown's first-nights, +boomed by the marvellous showmanship of Mr. Asprey Chown into +a mighty event. The competition for seats was prodigious, but +of course Lady Massulam had obtained her usual stall.</p> +<p>"What a pity we can't go!" said Sissie simply.</p> +<p>"Will you all come in my box?" astonishingly replied Mr. +Oswald Morfey, embracing in his weak glance the entire Prohack +family.</p> +<p>"The fellow came here on purpose to fix this," said Mr. Prohack +to himself as the matter was being effusively clinched.</p> +<p>"I must go," said he aloud, looking at his watch. "I have a +very important appointment."</p> +<p>"But I wanted to have a word with you, dad," said Charlie, +in quite a new tone across the table.</p> +<p>"Possibly," answered the superior ironic father in Mr. Prohack, +who besides being sick of the luncheon party was determined that +nothing should interfere with his Median and Persian programme. +"Possibly. But that will be for another time."</p> +<p>"Well, to-night then," said Charlie, dashed somewhat.</p> +<p>"Perhaps," said Mr. Prohack. Yet he was burning to hear +his son's word.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>However, Mr. Prohack did not succeed in loosing himself from +the embraces of the Grand Babylon Hotel for another thirty minutes. +He offered to abandon the car, to abandon everything to +his wife and daughter, and to reach his next important appointment +by the common methods of conveyance employed by common +people; but the ladies would permit no such thing; they announced +their firm intention of personally escorting him to his destination. +The party seemed to be unable to break up. There was a considerable +confabulation between Eve and Lady Massulam at the +entrance to the lift.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack noticed anew that Eve's attitude to Lady Massulam +was still a flattering one. Indeed Eve showed that in her opinion +the meeting with so great a personage as Lady Massulam was not +quite an ordinary episode in her simple existence. And Lady +Massulam was now talking with a free flow to Eve. As soon +as the colloquy had closed and Eve had at length joined her simmering +husband in the lift, Charlie must have a private chat with +Lady Massulam, apart, mysterious, concerning their affairs, whatever +their affairs might be! In spite of himself, Mr. Prohack +was impressed by the demeanour of the young man and the mature +blossom of womanhood to each other. They exhibited a mutual +trust; they understood each other; they liked each other. She was +more than old enough to be his mamma, and yet as she talked to +him she somehow became a dignified girl. Mr. Prohack was disturbed +in a manner which he would never have admitted,—how +absurd to fancy that Lady Massulam had in her impressive head +a notion of marrying the boy! Still, such unions had occurred!—but +he was pleasantly touched, too.</p> +<p>Then Oswald Morfey and Sissie made another couple, very +different, more animated, and equally touching. Ozzie seemed to +grow more likeable, and less despicable, under the honest and +frankly ardent gaze of Miss Prohack; and Mr. Prohack was again +visited by a doubt whether the fellow was after all the perfectly +silly ass which he was reputed to be.</p> +<p>In the lift, Lady Massulam having offered her final adieux, +Ozzie opened up to Mrs. Prohack the subject of an organisation +called the United League of all the Arts. Mr. Prohack would not +listen to this. He hated leagues, and especially leagues of arts. +He knew in the marrow of his spine that they were preposterous; +but Mrs. Prohack and Sissie listened with unfeigned eagerness to +the wonderful tale of the future of the United League of all +the Arts. And when, emerging from the lift, Mr. Prohack +strolled impatiently on ahead, the three stood calmly moveless to +converse, until Mr. Prohack had to stroll impatiently back again. +As for Charlie, he stood by himself; there was leisure for the +desired word with his father, but Mr. Prohack had bluntly postponed +that, and thus the leisure was wasted.</p> +<p>Without consulting Mr. Prohack's wishes, Ozzie drew the ladies +towards the great lounge, and Mr. Prohack at a distance unwillingly +after them. In the lounge so abundantly enlarged and +enriched since the days of the celebrated Felix Babylon, the +founder of the hotel, post-lunch coffee was merging into afternoon +tea. The number of idle persons in the world, and the number +of busy persons who ministered to them, and the number of +artistic persons who played voluptuous music to their idleness, +struck Mr. Prohack as merely prodigious. He had not dreamed +that idleness on so grandiose a scale flourished in the city which +to him had always been a city of hard work and limited meal-hours. +He saw that he had a great deal to learn before he could +hope to be as skilled in idleness as the lowest of these experts in +the lounge. He tapped his foot warningly. No effect on his women. +He tapped more loudly, as the hatred of being in a hurry took +possession of him. Eve looked round with a delightful placatory +smile which conjured an answering smile into the face of her +husband.</p> +<p>He tried to be irritated after smiling, and advancing said in +a would-be fierce tone:</p> +<p>"If this lunch lasts much longer I shall barely have time to +dress for dinner."</p> +<p>But the effort was a failure—so complete that Sissie laughed +at him.</p> +<p>He had expected that in the car his women would relate to +him the sayings and doings of Ozzie Morfey in relation to the +United League of all the Arts. But they said not a syllable on the +matter. He knew they were hiding something formidable from +him. He might have put a question, but he was too proud to do +so. Further, he despised them because they essayed to discuss +Lady Massulam impartially, as though she was just a plain body, +or nobody at all. A nauseating pretence on their part.</p> +<p>Crossing a street, the car was held up by a procession of +unemployed, +with guardian policemen, a band consisting chiefly of +drums, and a number of collarless powerful young men who shook +white boxes of coppers menacingly in the faces of passers-by.</p> +<p>"Instead of encouraging them, the police ought to forbid these +processions of unemployed," said Eve gravely. "They're becoming +a perfect nuisance."</p> +<p>"Why!" said Mr. Prohack, "this car of yours is a procession +of unemployed."</p> +<p>This sardonic pleasantry pleased Mr. Prohack as much as +it displeased Mrs. Prohack. It seemed to alleviate his various +worries, and the process of alleviation went further when he remembered +that, though he would be late for his important appointment, +he had really lost no time because Dr. Veiga had forbidden +him to keep this particular appointment earlier than two full +hours after a meal.</p> +<p>"Don't take cold, darling," Eve urged with loving solicitude +as he left the car to enter the place of rendezvous. Sissie grinned +at him mockingly. They both knew that he had never kept such +an appointment before.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>Solemnity, and hush, and antique menials stiff with tradition, +surrounded him. As soon as he had paid the entrance fee and +deposited all his valuables in a drawer of which the key was +formally delivered to him, he was motioned through a turnstile +and requested to permit his boots to be removed. He consented. +White linens were then handed to him.</p> +<p>"See here," he said with singular courage to the attendant. "I've +never been into one of these resorts before. Where do I go?"</p> +<p>The attendant, who was a bare-footed mild child dressed in the +Moorish mode, reassuringly charged himself with Mr. Prohack's +well-being, and led the aspirant into a vast mosque with a roof +of domes and little glowing windows of coloured glass. In the +midst of the mosque was a pale green pool. White figures reclined +in alcoves, round the walls. A fountain played—the only orchestra. +There was an eastern sound of hands clapped, and another attendant +glided across the carpeted warm floor. Mr. Prohack understood +that, in this immense seclusion, when you desired no matter what +you clapped your hands and were served. A beautiful peace +descended upon him and enveloped him; and he thought: "This +is the most wonderful place in the world. I have been waiting for +this place for twenty years."</p> +<p>He yielded without reserve to its unique invitation. But some +time elapsed before he could recover from the unquestionable fact +that he was still within a quarter of a mile of Piccadilly Circus.</p> +<p>From the explanations of the attendant and from the precise +orders which he had received from Dr. Veiga regarding the right +method of conduct in a Turkish bath, Mr. Prohack, being a man of +quick mind, soon devised the order of the ceremonial suited to +his case, and began to put it into execution. At first he found +the ceremonial exacting. To part from all his clothes and to parade +through the mosque in attire of which the principal items were a +towel and the key of his valuables (adorning his wrist) was ever +so slightly an ordeal to one of his temperament and upbringing. +To sit unsheltered in blinding steam was not amusing, though it +was exciting. But the steam-chapel (as it might be called) of +the mosque was a delight compared to the second next chapel +further on, where the woodwork of the chairs was too hot to +touch and where a gigantic thermometer informed Mr. Prohack +that with only another fifty degrees of heat he would have achieved +boiling point.</p> +<p>He remembered that it was in this chamber he must drink iced +tonic water in quantity. He clapped his streaming hands clammily, +and a tall, thin, old man whose whole life must have been +lived near boiling point, immediately brought the draught. Short +of the melting of the key of his valuables everything possible happened +in this extraordinary chamber. But Mr. Prohack was +determined to shrink from naught in the pursuit of idleness.</p> +<p>And at length, after he had sat in a less ardent chapel, and in +still another chapel been laid out on a marble slab as for an +autopsy and, defenceless, attacked for a quarter of an hour by a +prize-fighter, and had jumped desperately into the ice-cold lake +and been dragged out and smothered in thick folds of linen, and +finally reposed horizontal in his original alcove,—then he was +conscious of an inward and profound conviction that true, perfect, +complete and supreme idleness had been attained. He had no +care in the world; he was cut off from the world; he had no +family; he existed beatifically and individually in a sublime and +satisfied egotism.</p> +<p>But, such is the insecurity of human organisms and institutions, +in less than two minutes he grew aware of a strange sensation within +him, which sensation he ultimately diagnosed as hunger. To +clap his hands was the work of an instant. The oncoming attendant +recited a catalogue of the foods at his disposal; and the +phrase "welsh rarebit" caught his attention. He must have a +welsh rarebit; he had not had a welsh rarebit since he was at +school. It magically arrived, on an oriental tray, set on a low +Moorish table.</p> +<p>Eating the most wonderful food of his life and drinking tea, +he looked about and saw that two of the unoccupied sofas in +his alcove were strewn with garments; the owners of the garments +had doubtlessly arrived during his absence in the chapels and +were now in the chapels themselves. He lay back; earthly phenomena +lost their hard reality....</p> +<p>When he woke up the mosque was a pit of darkness glimmering +with sharp points of electric light. He heard voices, the +voices of two men who occupied the neighbouring sofas. They +were discoursing to each other upon the difficulties of getting good +whiskey in Afghanistan and in Rio de Janeiro respectively. From +whiskey they passed to even more interesting matters, and Mr. +Prohack, for the first time, began to learn how the other half +lives, to such an extent that he thought he had better turn on the +lamp over his head. Whereupon the conversation on the neighbouring +sofas curved off to the English weather in late autumn.</p> +<p>Then Mr. Prohack noticed a deep snore. He perceived that +the snore originated in a considerable figure that, wrapped in +white and showing to the mosque only a venerable head, was +seated in one of the huge armchairs which were placed near the +entrance to every alcove. It seemed to him that he recognised the +snore, and he was not mistaken, for he had twice before heard it on +Sunday afternoons at his chief club. The head was the head of +Sir Paul Spinner. Mr. Prohack recalled that old Paul was a +devotee of the Turkish bath.</p> +<p>Now Mr. Prohack was exceedingly anxious to have speech with +old Paul, for he had heard very interesting rumours of Paul's +activities. He arose softly and approached the easy-chair and +surveyed Sir Paul, who in his then state looked less like a high +financier and more like something chipped off the roof of a cathedral +than anything that Mr. Prohack had ever seen.</p> +<p>But Paul did not waken. A bather plunged into the pool with +a tremendous splash, but Paul did not waken. And Mr. Prohack +felt that it would be contrary to the spirit of the ritual of the +mosque to waken him. But he decided that if he waited all night +he would wait until old Paul regained consciousness.</p> +<p>At that moment an attendant asked Mr. Prohack if he desired +the attentions of the barber, the chiropodist, or the manicurist. +New vistas opened out before Mr. Prohack. He said yes. After +the barber, he padded down the stairs from the barber's chapel +(which was in the upper story of the mosque), to observe if there +was any change in old Paul's condition. Paul still slept. Mr. +Prohack did similarly after the chiropodist. Paul still slept. Then +again after the manicurist. Paul still slept. Then a boyish +attendant hurried forward and in a very daring manner shook +the monumental Paul by the shoulder.</p> +<p>"You told me to wake you at six, Sir Paul." And Paul woke.</p> +<p>"How simple," reflected Mr. Prohack, "are the problems of +existence when they are tackled with decision! Here have I +been ineffectively trying to waken the fellow for the past hour. +But I forgot that he who wishes the end must wish the means, and +my regard for the ritual of the mosque was absurd."</p> +<p>He retired into the alcove to dress, keeping a watchful eye +upon old Paul. He felt himself to be in the highest state of +physical efficiency. From head to foot he was beyond criticism. +When Mr. Prohack had got as far as his waistcoat Sir Paul uprose +ponderously from the easy-chair.</p> +<p>"Hi, Paul!"</p> +<p>The encounter between the two friends was one of those affectionate +and ecstatic affairs that can only happen in a Turkish +Bath.</p> +<p>"I've been trying to get you on the 'phone half the day," +grunted Paul Spinner, subsiding on to Mr. Prohack's sofa.</p> +<p>"I've been out all day. Horribly busy," said Mr. Prohack. +"What's wrong? Anything wrong?"</p> +<p>"Oh, no! Only I thought you'd like to know I've finished that +deal."</p> +<p>"I did hear some tall stories, but not a word from you, old +thing." Mr. Prohack tried to assume a tranquillity which he +certainly did not feel.</p> +<p>"Well, I never sing until I'm out of the wood. But this time +I'm out sooner than I expected."</p> +<p>"Any luck?"</p> +<p>"Yes. But I dictated a letter to you before I came here."</p> +<p>"I suppose you can't remember what there was in it."</p> +<p>"I shall get the securities next week."</p> +<p>"What securities?"</p> +<p>"Well, you'll receive"—here Paul dropped his voice—"three +thousand short of a quarter of a million in return for what +you put in, my boy."</p> +<p>"Then I'm worth over two hundred and fifty thousand pounds!" +murmured Mr. Prohack feebly. And he added, still more feebly: +"Something will have to be done about this soon." His heart +was beating against his waistcoat like an engine.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XIV"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h2>END OF AN IDLE DAY</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>It is remarkable that even in the most fashionable shopping +thoroughfares certain shops remain brilliantly open, exposing +plush-cushioned wares under a glare of electricity in the otherwise +darkened street, for an hour or so after all neighbouring +establishments have drawn down their blinds and put up their +shutters. An interesting point of psychology is involved in this +phenomenon.</p> +<p>On his way home from the paradise of the mosque, Mr. Prohack, +afoot and high-spirited, and energised by a long-forgotten sensation +of physical well-being, called in at such a shop, and, with +the minimum of parley, bought an article enclosed in a rich case. +A swift and happy impulse on his part! The object was destined +for his wife, and his intention in giving it was to help him to +introduce more easily to her notice the fact that he was now, +or would shortly be, worth over quarter of a million of money. +For he was a strange, silly fellow, and just as he had been +conscious of a certain false shame at inheriting a hundred thousand +pounds, so now he was conscious of a certain false shame +at having increased his possessions to two hundred and fifty +thousand pounds.</p> +<p>The Eagle was waiting in front of Mr. Prohack's door; he +wondered what might be the latest evening project of his women, +for he had not ordered the car so early; perhaps the first night +had been postponed; however, he was too discreet, or too dignified, +to make any enquiry from the chauffeur; too indifferent to +the projects of his beloved women. He would be quite content +to sit at home by himself, reflecting upon the marvels of existence +and searching among them for his soul.</p> +<p>Within the house, servants were rushing about in an atmosphere +of excitement and bell-ringing. He divined that his wife +and daughter were dressing simultaneously for an important +occasion—either the first night or something else. In that feverish +environment he forgot the form of words which he had carefully +prepared for the breaking to his wife of the great financial +news. Fortunately she gave him no chance to blunder.</p> +<p>"Oh, Arthur, Arthur!" she cried, sweetly reproachful, as with +an assumed jauntiness he entered the bedroom. "How late you +are! I expected you back an hour ago at least. Your things +are laid out in the boudoir. You haven't got a moment to spare. +We're late as it is." She was by no means dressed, and the bedroom +looked as if it had been put to the sack; nearly every drawer +was ajar, and the two beds resembled a second-hand shop.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack's self-protective instinct at once converted him +into a porcupine. An attempt was being made to force him into +a hurry, and he loathed hurry.</p> +<p>"I'm not late," said he, "because I didn't say when I should return. +It won't take me more than a quarter of an hour to eat, +and we've got heaps of time for the theatre."</p> +<p>"I'm giving a little dinner in the Grand Babylon restaurant," +said Eve, "and of course we must be there first. Sissie's arranged +it for me on the 'phone. It'll be much more amusing than dining +here, and it saves the servants." Yet the woman had recently +begun to assert that the servants hadn't enough to do!</p> +<p>"Ah!" said Mr. Prohack, startled. "And who are the guests?"</p> +<p>"Oh! Nobody! Only us and Charlie, of course, and Oswald +Morfey, and perhaps Lady Massulam. I've told Charlie to do the +ordering."</p> +<p>"I should have thought one meal per diem at the Grand Babylon +would have been sufficient."</p> +<p>"But this is in the <i>restaurant</i>, don't I tell you? Oh, dear! +That's three times I've tried to do my hair. It's always the same +when I want it nice. Now do get along, Arthur!"</p> +<p>"Strange!" said he with a sardonic blitheness. "Strange how +it's always my fault when your hair goes wrong!" And to himself +he said: "All right! All right! I just shan't inform you +about that quarter of a million. You've no leisure for details +to-night, my girl."</p> +<p>And he went into the boudoir.</p> +<p>His blissful serenity was too well established to be overthrown +by anything short of a catastrophe. Nevertheless it did quiver +slightly under the shock of Eve's new tactics in life. This was +the woman who, on only the previous night, had been inveighing +against the ostentation of her son's career at the Grand Babylon. +Now she seemed determined to rival him in showiness, to be the +partner of his alleged vulgarity. That the immature Sissie should +suddenly drop the ideals of the new poor for the ideals of the new +rich was excusable. But Eve! But that modest embodiment of +shy and quiet commonsense! She, who once had scorned the +world of <i>The Daily Picture</i>, was more and more disclosing a +desire for that world. And where now were her doubts about the +righteousness of Charlie's glittering deeds? And where was the +ancient sagacity which surely should have prevented her from +being deceived by the superficialities of an Oswald Morfey? Was +she blindly helping to prepare a disaster for her blind daughter? +Was the explanation that she had tasted of the fruit? The +horrid thought crossed Mr. Prohack's mind: <i>All women are alike.</i> +He flung it out of his loyal mind, trying to substitute: All +women except Eve are alike. But it came back in its original +form.... Not that he cared, really. If Eve had transformed +herself into a Cleopatra his ridiculous passion for her would +have suffered no modification.</p> +<p>Lying around the boudoir were various rectangular parcels, +addressed in flowing calligraphy to himself: the first harvest-loads +of his busy morning. The sight of them struck his conscience. +Was not he, too, following his wife on the path of the +new rich? No! As ever he was blameless. He was merely +executing the prescription of his doctor, who had expounded the +necessity of scientific idleness and the curative effect of fine +clothes on health. True, he knew himself to be cured, but if +nature had chosen to cure him too quickly, that was not his +fault.... He heard his wife talking to Machin in the bedroom, +and Machin talking to his wife; and the servant's voice was as +joyous and as worried as if she herself, and not Eve, were about +to give a little dinner at the Grand Babylon. Queer! Queer! +The phrase 'a quarter of a million' glinted and flashed in the +circumambient air. But it was almost a meaningless phrase. He +was like a sort of super-savage and could not count beyond a +hundred thousand. And, quite unphilosophical, he forgot that +the ecstasy produced by a hundred thousand had passed in a few +days, and took for granted that the ecstasy produced by two hundred +and fifty thousand would endure for ever.</p> +<p>"Take that thing off, please," he commanded his wife when he +returned to the bedroom in full array. She was by no means complete, +but she had achieved some progress, and was trying the +effect of her garnet necklace.</p> +<p>"But it's the best I've got," said she.</p> +<p>"No, it isn't," he flatly contradicted her, and opened the case +so newly purchased.</p> +<p>"Arthur!" she gasped, spellbound, entranced, enchanted.</p> +<p>"That's my name."</p> +<p>"Pearls! But—but—this must have cost thousands!"</p> +<p>"And what if it did?" he enquired placidly, clasping the thing +with much delicacy round her neck. His own pleasure was intense, +and yet he severely blamed himself. Indeed he called himself +a criminal. Scarcely could he meet her gaze when she put +her hands on his shoulders, after a long gazing into the mirror. +And when she kissed him and said with frenzy that he was a dear +and a madman, he privately agreed with her. She ran to the door.</p> +<p>"Where are you going?"</p> +<p>"I must show Sissie."</p> +<p>"Wait a moment, child. Do you know why I've bought that +necklace? Because the affair with Spinner has come off." He +then gave her the figures.</p> +<p>She observed, not unduly moved:</p> +<p>"But I knew <i>that</i> would be all right."</p> +<p>"How did you know?"</p> +<p>"Because you're so clever. You always get the best of everybody."</p> +<p>He realised afresh that she was a highly disturbing woman. +She uttered highly disturbing verdicts without thought and without +warning. You never knew what she would say.</p> +<p>"I think," he remarked, calmly pretending that she had said +something quite obvious, "that it would be as well for us not to +breathe one word to anybody at all about this new windfall."</p> +<p>She eagerly agreed.</p> +<p>"But we must really begin to spend—I mean spend regularly."</p> +<p>"Yes, of course," he admitted.</p> +<p>"Otherwise it would be absurd, wouldn't it?"</p> +<p>"Yes, of course."</p> +<p>"Arthur."</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"How much will it be—in income?"</p> +<p>"Well, I'm not going in for any more flutters. No! I've done +absolutely with all speculating idiocies. Providence has watched +over us. I take the hint. Therefore my investments will all +have to be entirely safe and sound. No fancy rates of interest. +I should say that by the time old Paul's fixed up my investments +we shall have a bit over four hundred pounds a week coming in—if +that's any guide to you."</p> +<p>"Arthur, isn't it <i>wicked</i>!"</p> +<p>She examined afresh the necklace.</p> +<p>By the time they were all three in the car, Mr. Prohack had +become aware of the fact that in Sissie's view he ought to have +bought two necklaces while he was about it.</p> +<p>Sissie's trunks were on the roof of the car. She had decided +to take up residence at the Grand Babylon that very night. The +rapidity and the uncontrollability of events made Mr. Prohack +feel dizzy.</p> +<p>"I hope you've brought some money, darling," said his wife.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Lend me some money, will you?" murmured Mr. Prohack +lightly to his splendid son, after he had glanced at the bill for +Eve's theatre dinner at the Grand Babylon. Mr. Prohack had +indeed brought some money with him, but not enough. "Haven't +got any," said Charlie, with equal lightness. "Better give me the +bill. I'll see to it." Whereupon Charlie signed the bill, and +handed the bowing waiter five ten shilling notes.</p> +<p>"That's not enough," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Not enough for the tip. Well, it'll have to be. I never +give more than ten per cent."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack strove to conceal his own painful lack of worldliness. +He had imagined that he had in his pockets heaps of money +to pay for a meal for a handful of people. He was mistaken; +that was all, and the incident had no importance, for a few +pounds more or less could not matter in the least to a gentleman +of his income. Yet he felt guilty of being a waster. He could +not accustom himself to the scale of expenditure. Barely in the +old days could he have earned in a week the price of the repast +consumed now in an hour. The vast apartment was packed with +people living at just that rate of expenditure and seeming to +think naught of it. "But do two wrongs make a right?" he privately +demanded of his soul. Then his soul came to the rescue with +its robust commonsense and replied:</p> +<p>"Perhaps two wrongs don't make a right, but five hundred +wrongs positively must make a right." And he felt better.</p> +<p>And suddenly he understood the true function of the magnificent +orchestra that dominated the scene. It was the function +of a brass band at a quack-dentist's booth in a fair,—to drown +the cries of the victims of the art of extraction.</p> +<p>"Yes," he reflected, full of health and carelessness. "This +is a truly great life."</p> +<p>The party went off in two automobiles, his own and Lady +Massulam's. Cars were fighting for room in front of the blazing +façade of the Metropolitan Theatre, across which rose in fire +the +title of the entertainment, <i>Smack Your Face</i>, together with the +names of Asprey Chown and Eliza Fiddle. Car after car poured +out a contingent of glorious girls and men and was hustled off +with ferocity by a row of gigantic and implacable commissionaires. +Mr. Oswald Morfey walked straight into the building at the head +of his guests. Highly expensive persons were humbling themselves +at the little window of the box office, but Ozzie held his +course, and officials performed obeisances which stopped short only +at falling flat on their faces at the sight of him. Tickets were +not for him.</p> +<p>"This is a beautiful box," said Eve to him, amazed at the +grandeur of the receptacle into which they had been ushered.</p> +<p>"It's Mr. Chown's own box."</p> +<p>"Then isn't Mr. Chown to be here to-night?"</p> +<p>"No! He went to Paris this morning for a rest. The acting +manager will telephone to him after each act. That's how he +always does, you know."</p> +<p>"When the cat's away the mice will play," thought Mr. Prohack +uncomfortably, with the naughty sensations of a mouse. The huge +auditorium was a marvellous scene of excited brilliance. As the +stalls filled up a burst of clapping came at intervals from the +unseen pit.</p> +<p>"What are they clapping for?" said the simple Eve, who, like +Mr. Prohack, had never been to a first-night before, to say nothing +of such a super-first-night as this.</p> +<p>"Oh!" replied Ozzie negligently. "Some one they know by +sight just come into the stalls. The <i>chic</i> thing in the pit is +to +recognise, and to show by applause that you have recognised. The +one that applauds the oftenest wins the game in the pit."</p> +<p>At those words and their tone Mr. Prohack looked at Ozzie +with a new eye, as who should be thinking: "Is Sissie right about +this fellow after all?"</p> +<p>Sissie sat down modestly and calmly next to her mother. Nobody +could guess from her apparently ingenuous countenance that +she knew that she, and not the Terror of the departments and his +wife, was the originating cause of Mr. Morfey's grandiose hospitality.</p> +<p>"I suppose the stalls are full of celebrities?" said Eve.</p> +<p>"They're full of people who've paid twice the ordinary price +for their seats," answered Ozzie.</p> +<p>"Who's that extraordinary old red-haired woman in the box +opposite?" Eve demanded.</p> +<p>"That's Enid."</p> +<p>"Enid?"</p> +<p>"Yes. You know the Enid stove, don't you? All ladies know +the Enid stove. It's been a household word for forty years. That's +the original Enid. Her father invented the stove, and named +it after her when she was a girl. She never misses a first-night."</p> +<p>"How extraordinary! Is she what you call a celebrity?"</p> +<p>"Rather!"</p> +<p>"Now," said Mr. Prohack. "Now, at last I understand the +real meaning of fame."</p> +<p>"But that's Charlie down there!" exclaimed Eve, suddenly, +pointing to the stalls and then looking behind her to see if there +was not another Charlie in the box.</p> +<p>"Yes," Ozzie agreed. "Lady Massulam had an extra stall, and +as five's a bit of a crowd in this box.... I thought he'd told +you."</p> +<p>"He had not," said Eve.</p> +<p>The curtain went up, and this simple gesture on the part of +the curtain evoked enormous applause. The audience could not +control the expression of its delight. A young lady under a sunshade +appeared; the mere fact of her existence threw the audience +into a new ecstasy. An old man with a red nose appeared: similar +demonstrations from the audience. When these two had talked to +each other and sung to each other, the applause was tripled, and +when the scene changed from Piccadilly Circus at 4 a.m. to the +interior of a Spanish palace inhabited by illustrious French +actors and actresses who proceeded to play an act of a tragedy by +Corneille, the applause was quintupled. At the end of the +tragedy the applause was decupled. Then the Spanish palace dissolved +into an Abyssinian harem, and Eliza Fiddle in Abyssinian +costume was discovered lying upon two thousand cushions of two +thousand colours, and the audience rose at Eliza and Eliza rose +at the audience, and the resulting frenzy was the sublimest frenzy +that ever shook a theatre. The piece was stopped dead for three +minutes while the audience and Eliza protested a mutual and +unique passion. From this point onwards Mr. Prohack lost his +head. He ran to and fro in the bewildering glittering maze of +the piece, seeking for an explanation, for a sign-post, for a clue, +for the slightest hint, and found nothing. He had no alternative +but to cling to Eliza Fiddle, and he clung to her desperately. She +was willing to be clung to. She gave herself, not only to Mr. +Prohack, but to every member of the audience separately; she +gave herself in the completeness of all her manifestations. The +audience was rich in the possession of the whole of her individuality, +which was a great deal. She sang, danced, chattered, froze, +melted, laughed, cried, flirted, kissed, kicked, cursed, and turned +somersaults with the fury of a dervish, the languor of an odalisque, +and the inexhaustibility of a hot-spring geyser.... And at +length Mr. Prohack grew aware of a feeling within himself that +was at war with the fresh, fine feeling of physical well-being. "I +have never seen a revue before," he said in secret. "Is it possible +that I am bored?"</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Would you care to go behind and be introduced to Miss Fiddle?" +Ozzie suggested at the interval after the curtain had been raised +seventeen times in response to frantic shoutings, cheerings, thumpings +and clappings, and the mighty tumult of exhilaration had +subsided into a happy buzz that arose from all the seats in the +entire orange-tinted brilliant auditorium. The ladies would not +go; the ladies feared, they said, to impose their company upon +Miss Fiddle in the tremendous strain of her activities. They +spoke primly and decisively. It was true that they feared; but +their fear was based on consideration for themselves rather than +on consideration for Miss Fiddle. Ozzie was plainly snubbed. +He had offered a wonderful privilege, and it had been disdained.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack could not bear the spectacle of Ozzie's discomfiture. +His sad weakness for pleasing people overcame him, and, +putting his hand benevolently on the young man's shoulder, he +said:</p> +<p>"My dear fellow, personally I'm dying to go."</p> +<p>They went by strangely narrow corridors and through iron +doors across the stage, whose shirt-sleeved, ragged population +seemed to be behaving as though the last trump had sounded, and +so upstairs and along a broad passage full of doors ajar from +which issued whispers and exclamations and transient visions of +young women. From the star's dressing-room, at the end, a +crowd of all sorts and conditions of persons was being pushed. +Mr. Prohack trembled with an awful apprehension, and asked himself +vainly what in the name of commonsense he was doing there, +and prayed that Ozzie might be refused admission. The next +moment he was being introduced to a middle-aged woman in a +middle-aged dressing-gown. Her face was thickly caked with +paint and powder, her eyes surrounded with rings of deepest +black, her finger-nails red. Mr. Prohack, not without difficulty, +recognised Eliza. A dresser stood on either side of her. Blinding +showers of electric light poured down upon her defenceless but +hardy form. She shook hands, but Mr. Prohack deemed that she +ought to bear a notice: "Danger. Visitors are requested not to +touch."</p> +<p>"So good of you to come round," she said, in her rich and +powerful voice, smiling with all her superb teeth. Mr. Prohack, +entranced, gazed, not as at a woman, but as at a public monument. +Nevertheless he thought that she was not a bad kind, and +well suited for the rough work of the world.</p> +<p>"I hope you're all coming to my ball to-night," said she. Mr. +Prohack had never heard of any ball. In an instant she told +him that she had remarked two most charming ladies with him +in the box—(inordinate faculty of observation, mused Mr. Prohack)—and +in another instant she was selling him three two +guinea tickets for a grand ball and rout in aid of the West End +Chorus Girls' Aid Association. Could he refuse, perceiving so +clearly as he did that within the public monument was hiding a +wistful creature, human like himself, human like his wife and +daughter? He could not.</p> +<p>"Now you'll <i>come</i>?" said she.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack swore that he would come, his heart sinking as he +realised the consequence of his own foolish weakness. There was a +knock at the door.</p> +<p>"Did you want me, Liza?" said a voice, and a fat gentleman, +clothed with resplendent correctness, stepped into the room. It +was the stage-manager, a god in his way.</p> +<p>Eliza Fiddle became a cyclone.</p> +<p>"I should think I did want you," she said passionately. "That's +why I sent for you, and next time I'll ask you to come quicker. +I'm not going to have that squint-eyed girl on the stage any more +to-night. You know, the one at the end of the row. Twice she +spoiled my exit by getting in the way. And you've got to throw +her out, and take it from me. She does it on purpose."</p> +<p>"I can't throw her out without Mr. Chown's orders, and Mr. +Chown's in Paris."</p> +<p>"Then you refuse?"</p> +<p>A pause.</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"Then I'm not going on again to-night, not if I know it. I'm +not going to be insulted in my own theatre."</p> +<p>"It's not the girl's fault. You know they haven't got room to +move."</p> +<p>"I don't know anything about that and I don't care. All I know +is that I've finished with that squint-eyed woman, and you can +choose right now between her and me. And so that's that."</p> +<p>Miss Fiddle's fragile complexion had approached to within six +inches of the stage-manager's broad and shiny features, and it +had little resemblance to any of the various faces which audiences +associated with the figure of Eliza Fiddle; it was a face voluptuously +distorted by the violence of emotion. As Miss Fiddle +appeared to be under the impression that she was alone with the +stage-manager, Mr. Prohack rendered justice to that impression by +softly departing. Ozzie followed. The stage-manager also +followed. "Where are you going?" they heard Eliza's voice behind +them addressing the stage-manager.</p> +<p>"I'm going to tell your under-study to get ready quick."</p> +<p>An enormous altercation uprose, and faces peeped from every +door in the corridor; but Mr. Prohack stayed not. Ozzie led him +to Mr. Asprey Chown's private room. The Terror of the departments +was shaken. Ozzie laughed gently as he shut the door.</p> +<p>"What will happen?" asked Mr. Prohack, affecting a gaiety he +did not feel.</p> +<p>"What do you think will happen?" simpered Ozzie blandly, +"having due regard to the fact that Miss Fiddle has to choose between +three hundred and fifty pounds a week and a law-suit with +Chown involving heavy damages? I must say there's nobody +like Blaggs for keeping these three hundred and fifty pound a +week individuals in order. Chown would sooner lose forty of them +than lose Blaggs. And Eliza knows it. By the way, what do you +think of the show?"</p> +<p>"Will it succeed?"</p> +<p>"You should see the advance booking. There's a thousand +pounds in the house to-night. Chown will be clearing fifteen hundred +a week when he's paid off his production."</p> +<p>"Well, it's marvellous."</p> +<p>"You don't mean the show?"</p> +<p>"No. The profit."</p> +<p>"I agree," simpered Ozzie.</p> +<p>"I'm beginning to like this sizzling idiot," thought Mr. Prohack, +as it were regretfully. They left the imperial richness of +Mr. Chown's private room like brothers.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<br /> +<p>When Mr. Prohack touched the handle of the door of the box, +he felt as though he were returning to civilisation; he felt less +desolated by the immediate past and by the prospect of the +immediate future; he was yearning for the society of mere women +after his commerce with a star at three hundred and fifty pounds +a week. True, he badly wanted to examine his soul and enquire +into his philosophy of life, but he was prepared to postpone that +inquest until the society of mere women had had a beneficial effect +on him.</p> +<p>Charlie, who had been paying a state visit to his mother and +sister was just leaving the box and the curtain was just going up.</p> +<p>"Hullo, dad!" said the youth, "you're the very man I was +looking for," and he drew his father out into the corridor. "You've +got two of the finest ballroom dancers I ever saw," he added to +Ozzie.</p> +<p>"Haven't we!" Ozzie concurred, with faint enthusiasm.</p> +<p>"But the rest of the show ..." Charlie went on, ruthless. +"Well, if Chown's shows were only equal to his showmanship...! +Only they aren't!"</p> +<p>Ozzie raised his eyebrows—a skilful gesture that at once defended +his employer and agreed with Charles.</p> +<p>"By the way, dad, I've got a house for you. I've told the +mater about it and she's going to see it to-morrow morning."</p> +<p>"A house!" Mr. Prohack exclaimed weakly, foreseeing new +vistas of worry. "I've got one. I can't live in two."</p> +<p>"But this one's a <i>house</i>. You know about it, don't you, +Morfey?"</p> +<p>Ozzie gave a nod and a vague smile.</p> +<p>"See here, dad! Come out here a minute."</p> +<p>Ozzie discreetly entered the box and closed the door.</p> +<p>"What is it?" asked Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"It's this," Charlie replied, handing his parent a cheque. "I've +deducted what I paid for you to-night from what you lent me not +long since. I've calculated interest on the loan at ten per cent. +You can get ten practically anywhere in these days, worse luck."</p> +<p>"But I don't want this, my boy," Mr. Prohack protested, holding +the cheque as he might have held a lady's handkerchief retrieved +from the ground.</p> +<p>"Well, I'm quite sure I don't," said Charlie, a little stiffly.</p> +<p>There was a pause.</p> +<p>"As you please," said Mr. Prohack, putting the cheque—interest +and all—into his pocket.</p> +<p>"Thanks," said Charlie. "Much obliged. You're a noble father, +and I shouldn't be a bit surprised if you've laid the foundation +of my fortunes. But of course you never know—in my business."</p> +<p>"What <i>is</i> your business?" Mr. Prohack asked timidly, almost +apologetically. He had made up his mind on the previous evening +that he would talk to Charlie as a father ought to talk to a son, +that is to say, like a cross-examining barrister and a moralist +combined. He had decided that it was more than his right—it +was his duty to do so. But now the right, if not the duty, seemed +less plain, and he remembered what he had said to Eve concerning +the right attitude of parents to children. And chiefly he remembered +that Charlie was not in his debt.</p> +<p>"I'm a buyer and seller. I buy for less than I sell for. That's +how I live."</p> +<p>"It appears to be profitable."</p> +<p>"Yes. I made over ten thousand in Glasgow, buying an option +on an engineering business—with your money—from people who +wanted to get rid of it, and then selling what I hadn't paid for +to people in London who wanted to get hold of an engineering +business up there. Seems simple enough, and the only reason +everybody isn't doing it is that it isn't as simple as it seems. At +least, it's simple, but there's a knack in it. I found out I'd got +the knack through my little deals in motor-bikes and things. As +a matter of fact I didn't find out,—some one told me, and I began +to think.... But don't be alarmed if I go bust. I'm on to a +much bigger option now, in the City. Oh! Very much bigger. +If it comes off ... you'll see. Lady Massulam is keen on it, and +she's something of a judge.... Any remarks?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack looked cautiously at the young man, his own creation, +to whom, only the other day as it seemed, he had been in the +habit of giving one pound per school-term for pocket-money. And +he was affrighted—not by what he had created, but by the astounding +possibilities of fatherhood, which suddenly presented itself to +him as a most dangerous pursuit.</p> +<p>"No remarks," said he, briefly. What remarks indeed could he +offer? Wildly guessing at the truth about his son, in that conversation +with Eve on the previous evening, he had happened to +guess right. And his sermon to Eve prevented now the issue of +remarks.</p> +<p>"Oh! Of course!" Charlie burst out. "You can't tell me anything +I don't know already. I'm a pirate. I'm not producing. +All the money I make has to be earned by somebody else before +I get hold of it. I'm not doing any good to my beautiful country. +But I did try to find a useful job, didn't I? My beautiful country +wouldn't have me. It only wanted me in the trenches. Well, it's +got to have me. I'll jolly well make it pay now. I'll squeeze +every penny out of it. I'll teach it a lesson. And why not? I +shall only be shoving its own ideas down its throat. Supposing +I hadn't got this knack and I hadn't had <i>you</i>. I might have been +wearing all my ribbons and playing a barrel organ in Oxford +Street to-day instead of living at the Grand Babylon."</p> +<p>"You're becoming quite eloquent in your old age," said Mr. +Prohack, tremulously jocular while looking with alarm into his +paternal heart. Was not he himself a pirate? Had not the hundred +and fifty thousand that was coming to him had to be earned +by somebody else? Money did not make itself.</p> +<p>"Well," retorted Charlie, with a grim smile. "There's one +thing to be said for me. When I <i>do</i> talk, I talk."</p> +<p>"And so at last you've begun to read?"</p> +<p>"I'm not going to be the ordinary millionaire. No fear! Make +your mind easy on that point. Besides, reading isn't so bad +after all."</p> +<p>"And what about that house you were speaking of? You aren't +going to plant any of your options on me."</p> +<p>"We'll discuss that to-morrow. I must get back to my seat," said +Charlie firmly, moving away. "So long."</p> +<p>"I say," Mr. Prohack summoned him to return. "I'm rather +curious about the methods of you millionaires. Just when did +you sign that cheque for me? You only lent me the money as +we were leaving the hotel."</p> +<p>"I made it out while I was talking to the mater and Sis in +your box, of course."</p> +<p>"How simple are the acts of genius—after they're accomplished!" +observed Mr. Prohack. "Naturally you signed it in the box."</p> +<p>As he rejoined his family he yawned, surprising himself. He +began to feel a mysterious fatigue. The effect of the Turkish bath, +without doubt! The remainder of the evening stretched out in +front of him, interminably tedious. The title of the play was +misleading. He could not smack his face. He wished to heaven +he could.... And then, after the play, the ball! Eliza might tell +him to dance with her. She would be quite capable of such a deed. +And by universal convention her suggestions were the equivalent +of demands. Nobody ever could or would refuse to dance with +Eliza.... There she was, all her four limbs superbly displayed, +sweetly smiling with her enormous mouth, just as if the relations +between Blaggs and herself were those of Paul and Virginia. The +excited audience, in the professional phrase, was "eating" her.</p> +<br /> +<h3>V</h3> +<br /> +<p>Mr. Prohack was really a most absurd person. <i>Smack Your Face</i>, +when it came to an end, towards midnight, had established itself +as an authentic enormous success; and because Mr. Prohack did +not care for it, because it bored him, because he found it vulgar +and tedious and expensive, because it tasted in his mouth like a +dust-and-ashes sandwich, the fellow actually felt sad; he felt even +bitter. He hated to see the fashionable and splendid audience +unwilling to leave the theatre, cheering one super-favourite, five +arch-favourites and fifteen favourites, and cheering them again and +again, and sending the curtain up and down and up and down +time after time. He could not bear that what he detested should +be deliriously admired. He went so far as to form views about +the decadence of the theatre as an institution. Most of all he was +disgusted because his beloved Eve was not disgusted. Eve said +placidly that she did not think much of the affair, but that she had +thoroughly enjoyed it and wouldn't mind coming on the next night +to see it afresh. He said gloomily:</p> +<p>"And I've been bringing you up for nearly twenty-five years."</p> +<p>As for Sissie, she was quietly and sternly enthusiastic about a +lot of the dancing. She announced her judgment as an expert, +and Charlie agreed with her, and there was no appeal, and Mr. +Prohack had the air of an ignorant outsider whose opinions were +negligible. Further, he was absurd in that, though he assuredly +had no desire whatever to go to the dance, he fretted at the delay +in getting there. Even when they had all got out to the porch +of the theatre he exhibited a controlled but intense impatience +because Charlie did not produce the car instantly from amidst +the confused hordes of cars that waited in the surrounding streets. +Moreover, as regards the ball, he had foolishly put himself in a +false position; for he was compelled to pretend that he had purchased +the tickets because he personally wanted to go to the ball. +Had he not been learning to dance? Now the fact was that he +looked forward to the ball with terror. He had never performed +publicly. He proceeded from one pretence to another. When +Charlie stated curtly that he, Charlie, was going to no ball, he +feigned disappointment, saying that Charlie ought to go for his +sister's sake. Yet he was greatly relieved at Charlie's departure +(even in Lady Massulam's car); he could not stomach the notion +of Charlie cynically watching his infant steps on the polished, +treacherous floor. In the matter of Charlie, Oswald Morfey also +feigned disappointment, but for a different reason. Ozzie wanted +to have Sissie as much as possible to himself.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack yawned in the car.</p> +<p>"You're over-tired, Arthur. It's the Turkish bath," said Eve +with commiseration. This was a bad enough mistake on her part, +but she worsened it by adding: "Perhaps the wisest thing would +be for us all to go home."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was extremely exhausted, and would have given +his head to go home; but so odd, so contrary, so deceitful and so +silly was his nature that he replied:</p> +<p>"Darling! Where on earth do you get these ideas from? There's +nothing like a Turkish bath for stimulating you, and I'm not at +all tired. I never felt better in my life. But the atmosphere of +that theatre would make anybody yawn."</p> +<p>The ball was held in a picture-gallery where an exhibition of the +International Portrait Society was in progress. The crush of cars +at the portals was as keen as that at the portals of the Metropolitan. +And all the persons who got out of the cars seemed as fresh as +if they had just got out of bed. Mr. Prohack was astonished at +the vast number of people who didn't care what time they went +to bed because they didn't care what time they arose; he was in +danger of being morbidly obsessed by the extraordinary prevalence +of idleness. The rooms were full of brilliant idlers in all colours. +Everybody except chorus girls had thought fit to appear at this +ball in aid of the admirably charitable Chorus Girls' Aid Association. +And as everybody was also on the walls, the dancers had to +compete with their portraits—a competition in which many of +them were well beaten.</p> +<p>After they had visited the supper-room, where both Sissie and +her mother did wonderful feats of degustation and Mr. Prohack +drank all that was good for him, Sissie ordered her father to dance +with her. He refused. She went off with Ozzie, while her parents +sat side by side on gold chairs like ancestors. Sissie repeated her +command, and Mr. Prohack was about to disobey when Eliza +Fiddle dawned upon the assemblage.</p> +<p>The supernatural creature had been rehearsing until 3 a.m., she +had been trying on clothes from 9 a.m. until 5 p.m. She had +borne the chief weight of <i>Smack Your Face</i>, on her unique +shoulders for nearly three hours and a half. She had changed +into an unforgettable black ball-dress, cut to demonstrate in the +clearest fashion that her shoulders had suffered no harm; and +here she was as fresh as Aphrodite from the foam. She immediately +set herself to bear the chief weight of the ball on those +same defenceless shoulders; for she was, in theory at any rate, +the leading organiser of the affair, and according to the entire +press it was "her" ball. As soon as he saw her Mr. Prohack had +a most ridiculous fear lest she should pick him out for a dance, +and to protect himself he said "All right" to his daughter.</p> +<p>A fox-trot announced itself. In his own drawing-room, with +the door locked, Mr. Prohack could and did treat a fox-trot as +child's play. But now he realised that he had utterly forgotten +every movement of the infernal thing. Agony as he stood up and +took his daughter's hand! An awful conviction that everybody +(who was anybody) was staring to witness the Terror of the departments +trying to jazz in public for the first time. A sick, sinking +fear lest some of his old colleagues from the Treasury might +be lurking in corners to guy him! Agony as he collected himself +and swayed his body slightly to catch the rhythm of the tune! +Where in heaven's name was the first beat in the bar?</p> +<p>"Walk first," said Sissie professionally.... He was in motion.</p> +<p>"Now!" said Sissie. "<i>One</i>, two. <i>One</i>, two." +Miraculously he +was dancing! It was as though the whole room was shouting: +"They're off!" Sissie steered him.</p> +<p>"Don't look at your feet!" said she sharply, and like a schoolboy +he chucked his chin obediently up.... Then he was steering +her. Although her feet were the reverse of enormous he somehow +could not keep off them; but that girl was made of hardy +stuff and never winced. He was doing better. Pride was puffing +him. Yet he desired the music to stop. The music did stop.</p> +<p>"Thanks," he breathed.</p> +<p>"Oh, no!" said she. "That's not all." The dancers clapped and +the orchestra resumed. He started again. Couples surged around +him, and sometimes he avoided them and sometimes he did not. +Then he saw a head bobbing not far away, as if it were one cork +and he another on a choppy sea. It resembled Eve's head. It was +Eve's head. She was dancing with Oswald Morfey. He had never +supposed that Eve could dance these new dances.</p> +<p>"Let's stop," said he.</p> +<p>"Certainly not," Sissie forbade. "We must finish it." He +finished it, rather breathless and dizzy. He had lived through it.</p> +<p>"You're perfectly wonderful, Arthur," said Eve when they met.</p> +<p>"Oh no! I'm no good."</p> +<p>"I was frightfully nervous about you at first," said Sissie.</p> +<p>He said briefly:</p> +<p>"You needn't have been. I wasn't."</p> +<p>A little later Eve said to him:</p> +<p>"Aren't you going to ask <i>me</i> to dance, Arthur?"</p> +<p>Dancing with Eve was not quite like dancing with Sissie, but +they safely survived deadly perils. And Mr. Prohack perspired +in a very healthy fashion.</p> +<p>"You dance really beautifully, dear," said Eve, benevolently +smiling.</p> +<p>After that he cut himself free and roamed about. He wanted +to ask Eliza Fiddle to dance, and also he didn't want to ask her +to dance. However, he had apparently ceased to exist for her. +Ozzie had introduced him to several radiant young creatures. +He wanted to ask them to dance; but he dared not. And he was +furious with himself. To dance with one's daughter and wife was +well enough in its way, but it was not the real thing. It was +without salt. One or two of the radiances glanced at him with +inviting eyes, but no, he dared not face it. He grew gloomy, +gloomier. He thought angrily: "All this is not for me. I'm a +middle-aged fool, and I've known it all along." Life lost its +savour and became repugnant. Fatigue punished him, and simultaneously +reduced two hundred and fifty thousand pounds to the +value of about fourpence. It was Eve who got him away.</p> +<p>"Home," he called to Carthew, after Eve and Sissie had said +good-bye to Ozzie and stowed themselves into the car.</p> +<p>"Excuse me," said Sissie. "You have to deliver me at the Grand +Babylon first."</p> +<p>He had forgotten! This détour was the acutest torture of the +night. He could no longer bear not to be in bed. And when, +after endless nocturnal miles, he did finally get home and into bed, +he sighed as one taken off the rack. Ah! The delicious contact +with the pillow!</p> +<br /> +<h3>VI</h3> +<br /> +<p>But there are certain persons who, although their minds are +logical enough, have illogical bodies. Mr. Prohack was one of +these. His ridiculous physical organism (as he had once informed +Dr. Veiga) was least capable of going to sleep when it was most +fatigued. If Mr. Prohack's body had retired to bed four hours +earlier than in fact it did, Mr. Prohack would have slept instantly +and with ease. Now, despite delicious contact with the pillow, he +could not 'get off.' And his mind, influenced by his body, grew +restless, then excited, then distressingly realistic. His mind began +to ask fundamental questions, questions not a bit original but +none the less very awkward.</p> +<p>"You've had your first idle day, Mr. Prohack," said his mind +challengingly instead of composing itself to slumber. "It was +organised on scientific lines. It was carried out with +conscientiousness. +And look at you! And look at me! You've had a few good +moments, as for example at the Turkish bath, but do you want +a succession of such days? Could you survive a succession of +such days? Would you even care to acquire a hundred and fifty +thousand pounds every day? You have eaten too much and drunk +too much, and run too hard after pleasure, and been too much +bored, and met too many antipathetic people, and squandered too +much money, and set a thoroughly bad example to your family. +You have been happy only in spasms. Your health is good; you +are cured of your malady. Does that render you any more contented? +It does not. You have complicated your existence in the +hope of improving it. But have you improved it? No. You +ought to simplify your existence. But will you? You will not. +All your strength of purpose will be needed to prevent still further +complications being woven into your existence. To inherit a hundred +thousand pounds was your misfortune. But deliberately to +increase the sum to a quarter of a million was your fault. You +were happier at the Treasury. You left the Treasury on account +of illness. You are not ill any more. Will you go back to the +Treasury? No. You will never go back, because your powerful +commonsense tells you that to return to the Treasury with an +income of twenty thousand a year would be grotesque. And +rather than be grotesque you would suffer. Again, rightly. Nothing +is worse than to be grotesque."</p> +<p>"Further," said his mind, "you have started your son on a sinister +career of adventure that may end in calamity. You have +ministered to your daughter's latent frivolity. You have put +temptations in the way of your wife which she cannot withstand. +You have developed yourself into a waster. What is the remedy? +Obviously to dispose of your money. But your ladies would not +permit you to do so and they are entitled to be heard on the point. +Moreover, how could you dispose of it? Not in charity, because +you are convinced of the grave social mischievousness of charity. +And not in helping any great social movement, because you are +not silly enough not to know that the lavishing of wealth never +really aids, but most viciously hinders, the proper evolution of a +society. And you cannot save your income and let it accumulate, +because if you did you would once again be tumbling into the +grotesque; and you would, further, be leaving to your successors +a legacy of evil which no man is justified in leaving to his +successors. +No! Your case is in practice irremediable. Like the +murderer on the scaffold, you are the victim of circumstances. And +not one human being in a million will pity you. You are a living +tragedy which only death can end."</p> +<p>During this disconcerting session Eve had been mysteriously +engaged in the boudoir. She now came into the dark bedroom.</p> +<p>"What?" she softly murmured, hearing Mr. Prohack's restlessness. +"Not asleep, darling?" She bent over him and kissed him +and her kiss was even softer, more soporific, than her voice. "Now +do go to sleep."</p> +<p>And Mr. Prohack went to sleep, and his last waking thought +was, with the feel of the kiss on his nose (the poor woman had +aimed badly in the dark): "Anyway this tragedy has one compensation, +of which a hundred quarter of a millions can't deprive me."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XV"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h2>THE HEAVY FATHER</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>Within a few moments of his final waking up the next morning, +Mr. Prohack beheld Eve bending over him, the image of solicitude. +She was dressed for outdoor business.</p> +<p>"How do you feel?" she asked, in a tender tone that demanded +to know the worst at once.</p> +<p>"Why?" asked Mr. Prohack, thus with one word, and a smile +to match, criticising her tone.</p> +<p>"You looked so dreadfully tired last night. I did feel sorry for +you, darling. Don't you think you'd better stay in bed to-day?"</p> +<p>"Can you seriously suggest such a thing?" he cried. "What about +my daily programme if I stay in bed? I have undertaken to be +idle, and nobody can be scientifically idle in bed. I'm late already. +Where's my breakfast? Where are my newspapers? I must begin +the day without the loss of another moment. Please give me my +dressing-gown."</p> +<p>"I very much wonder how your blood-pressure is," Eve complained.</p> +<p>"And you, I suppose, are perfectly well?"</p> +<p>"Oh, yes, I am. I'm absolutely cured. Dr. Veiga is really very +marvellous. But I always told you he was."</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack. "What's sauce for the goose has to +be sauce for the gander. If you're perfectly well, so am I. You +can't have the monopoly of good health in this marriage. What's +that pamphlet you've got in your hand, my dove?"</p> +<p>"Oh! It's nothing. It's only about the League of all the Arts. +Mr. Morfey gave it to me."</p> +<p>"I suppose it was that pamphlet you were reading last night in +the boudoir instead of coming to bed. Eve, you're hiding something +from me. Where are you going to in such a hurry?"</p> +<p>"I'm not hiding anything, you silly boy.... I thought I'd just +run along and have a look at that house. You see, if it isn't at +all the kind of thing to suit us, me going first will save you the +trouble of going."</p> +<p>"<i>What house?</i>" exclaimed Mr. Prohack with terrible emphasis.</p> +<p>"But Charlie told me he'd told you all about it," Eve protested +innocently.</p> +<p>"Charlie told you no such thing," Mr. Prohack contradicted +her. "If he told you anything at all, he merely told you that he'd +mentioned a house to me in the most casual manner."</p> +<p>Eve proceeded blandly:</p> +<p>"It's in Manchester Square, very handy for the Wallace Gallery, +and you know how fond you are of pictures. It's on sale, furniture +and all; but it can be rented for a year to see how it suits us. +Of course it may not suit us a bit. I understand it has some +lovely rooms. Charlie says it would be exactly the thing for big +receptions."</p> +<p>"<i>Big receptions</i>! I shall have nothing to do with it. Now +we've lost our children even this house is too big for us. And I +know what the houses in Manchester Square are. You've said all +your life you hate receptions."</p> +<p>"So I do. They're so much trouble. But one never knows what +may happen...! And with plenty of servants...!"</p> +<p>"You understand me. I shall have nothing to do with it. +Nothing!"</p> +<p>"Darling, please, please don't excite yourself. The decision will +rest entirely with you. You know I shouldn't dream of influencing +you. As if I could! However, I've promised to meet Charlie there +this morning. So I suppose I'd better go. Carthew is late with +the car." She tapped her foot. "And yet I specially told him to +be here prompt."</p> +<p>"Well, considering the hour he brought us home, he's scarcely +had time to get into bed yet. He ought to have had the morning +off."</p> +<p>"Why? A chauffeur's a chauffeur after all. They know what +they have to do. Besides, Carthew would do anything for me."</p> +<p>"Yes, that's you all over. You deliberately bewitch him, and +then you shamelessly exploit him. I shall compare notes with +Carthew. I can give him a useful tip or two about you."</p> +<p>"Oh! Here he is!" said Eve, who had been watching out of the +window. "Au revoir, my pet. Here's Machin with your breakfast +and newspapers. I daresay I shall be back before you're up. +But don't count on me."</p> +<p>As he raised himself against pillows for the meal, after both she +and Machin had gone, Mr. Prohack remembered what his mind +had said to him a few hours earlier about fighting against further +complications of his existence, and he set his teeth and determined +to fight hard.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he begun his breakfast when Eve returned, in a +state of excitement.</p> +<p>"There's a young woman downstairs waiting for you in the +dining-room. She wouldn't give her name to Machin, it seems, +but she says she's your new secretary. Apparently she recognised +my car on the way from the garage and stopped it and got into +it; and then she found out she'd forgotten something and the car +had to go back with her to where she lives, wherever that is, and +that's why Carthew was late for <i>me</i>." Eve delivered these +sentences +with a tremendous air of ordinariness, as though they +related quite usual events and disturbances, and as though no wife +could possibly see in them any matter for astonishment or reproach. +Such was one of her methods of making an effect.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack collected himself. On several occasions during the +previous afternoon and evening he had meditated somewhat uneasily +upon the domestic difficulties which might inhere in this impulsive +engagement of Miss Winstock as a private secretary, but since +waking up the affair had not presented itself to his mind. He had +indeed completely forgotten it.</p> +<p>"Who told you all this?" he asked warily.</p> +<p>"Well, she told Machin and Machin told me."</p> +<p>"Let me see now," said Mr. Prohack. "Yes. It's quite true. +After ordering a pair of braces yesterday morning, I did order a +secretary. She was recommended to me."</p> +<p>"You didn't say anything about it yesterday."</p> +<p>"My dove, had I a chance to do so? Had we a single moment +together? And you know how I was when we reached home, don't +you?... You see, I always had a secretary at the Treasury, and +I feel sort of lost without one. So I—"</p> +<p>"But, darling, <i>of course</i>! I always believe in letting you do +exactly as you like. It's the only way.... Au revoir, my pet. +Charlie will be frightfully angry with me." And then, at the door: +"If she hasn't got anything to do she can always see to the +flowers for me. Perhaps when I come back you'll introduce us."</p> +<p>As soon as he had heard the bang of the front-door Mr. Prohack +rang his bell.</p> +<p>"Machin, I understand that my secretary is waiting in the +dining-room."</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>"Ask her to take her things off and then bring her up here."</p> +<p>"Up here, sir?"</p> +<p>"That's right."</p> +<p>In seven movements of unimaginable stealthy swiftness Machin +tidied the worst disorders of the room and departed. Mr. Prohack +continued his breakfast.</p> +<p>Miss Winstock appeared with a small portable typewriter in her +arms and a notebook lodged on the typewriter. She was wearing +a smart black skirt and a smart white blouse with a high collar. +In her unsullied freshness of attire she somewhat resembled a +stage secretary on a first night; she might have been mistaken for +a brilliant imitation of a real secretary.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<p>"Good morning. So you're come," Mr. Prohack greeted her +firmly.</p> +<p>"Good morning. Yes, Mr. Prohack."</p> +<p>"Well, put that thing down on a chair somewhere."</p> +<p>Machin also had entered the room. She handed a paper to Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"Mistress asked me to give you that, sir."</p> +<p>It was a lengthy description, typewritten, of a house in Manchester +Square.</p> +<p>"Pass me those matches, please," said Mr. Prohack to Mimi +when they were alone. "By the way, why wouldn't you give your +name when you arrived?"</p> +<p>"Because I didn't know what it was."</p> +<p>"Didn't know what it was?"</p> +<p>"When I told you my Christian name yesterday you said it +wouldn't do at all, and I was never to mention it again. In the +absence of definite instructions about my surname I thought I +had better pursue a cautious policy of waiting. I've told the chauffeur +that he will know my name in due course and that until I +tell him what it is he mustn't know it. I was not sure whether +you would wish the members of your household to know that I'm +the person who had a collision with your car. Mrs. Prohack and +I were both in a state of collapse after the accident, and I was +removed before she could see me. Therefore she did not recognise +me this morning. But on the other hand she has no doubt +heard my name often enough since the accident and would recognise +<i>that</i>."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack lit the first cigarette of the day.</p> +<p>"Why did you bring that typewriter?" he asked gravely.</p> +<p>"It's mine. I thought that if you didn't happen to have one +here it might be useful. It was the typewriter that the car had to +go back for. I'd forgotten it. I can take it away again. But if +you like you can either buy it or hire it from me."</p> +<p>The girl could not have guessed it from his countenance, but +Mr. Prohack was thunderstruck. She was bringing forward considerations +which positively had not presented themselves to him. +That she had much initiative was clear from her conduct of the +previous day. She now disclosed a startling capacity for intrigue. +Mr. Prohack, however, was not intimidated. The experience of an +official life had taught him the value of taciturnity, and moreover +a comfortable feeling of satisfaction stole over him as he realised +that once again he had a secretary under his thumb. He seemed +to be delightfully resuming the habits which ill-health had so +ruthlessly broken.</p> +<p>"Mary Warburton," said he at length.</p> +<p>"Certainly," said she. "I'll tell your chauffeur."</p> +<p>"The initials will correspond—in case—"</p> +<p>"Yes," said she. "I'd noticed that."</p> +<p>"We will see what your typewriting machine is capable of, and +then I'll decide about it."</p> +<p>"Certainly."</p> +<p>"Please take down some letters."</p> +<p>"Mr. Carrel Quire always told me what he wanted said, and I +wrote the letters myself."</p> +<p>"That is very interesting," said Mr. Prohack. "Perhaps you can +manage to sit at the dressing-table. Mind that necklace there. It's +supposed to be rather valuable. Put it in the case, and put the +case in the middle drawer."</p> +<p>"Don't you keep it in a safe?" said Miss Warburton, obeying.</p> +<p>"All questions about necklaces should be addressed direct to +Mrs. Prohack."</p> +<p>"I prefer to take down on my knee," said Miss Warburton, opening +her notebook, "if I am to take down."</p> +<p>"You are. Now. 'Dear Madam. I am requested by my Lords +of the Treasury to forward to you the enclosed cheque for one +hundred pounds for your Privy Purse.' New line. 'I am also to +state that no account of expenditure will be required.' New line. +'Be good enough to acknowledge receipt. Your obedient servant. +To Miss Prohack, Grand Babylon Hotel.' Got it? 'Dear Sir. +With reference to the action instituted by your company against +Miss Mimi Winstock, and to my claim against your company under +my accident policy. I have seen the defendant. She had evidently +behaved in an extremely foolish not to say criminal way; +but as the result of a personal appeal from her I have decided to +settle the matter privately. Please therefore accept this letter as +a release from all your liabilities to me, and also as my personal +undertaking to pay all the costs of the action on both sides. Yours +faithfully. Secretary, World's Car Insurance Corporation.' Wipe +your eyes, wipe your eyes, Miss Warburton. You're wetting the +notebook."</p> +<p>"I was only crying because you're so kind. I know I <i>did</i> +behave +in a criminal way."</p> +<p>"Just so, Miss Warburton. But it will be more convenient for +me and for you too if you can arrange to cry in your own time +and not in mine." And he continued to address her, in his own +mind: "Don't think I haven't noticed your aspiring nose and your +ruthless little lips and your gift for conspiracy and your wonderful +weakness for tears! And don't confuse me with Mr. Carrel +Quire, because we're two quite different people! You've got to be +useful to me." And in a more remote part of his mind, he continued +still further: "You're quite a decent sort of child, only +you've been spoilt. I'll unspoil you. You've taken your first medicine +rather well. I like you, or I shall like you before I've done +with you."</p> +<p>Miss Warburton wiped her eyes.</p> +<p>"You understand," Mr. Prohack proceeded aloud, "that you're +engaged as my confidential secretary. And when I say 'confidential' +I mean 'confidential' in the fullest sense."</p> +<p>"Oh, quite," Miss Warburton concurred almost passionately.</p> +<p>"And you aren't anybody else's secretary but mine. You may +pretend to be everybody else's secretary, you may pretend as much +as you please—it may even be advisable to do so—but the fact must +always remain that you are mine alone. You have to protect my +interests, and let me warn you that my interests are sometimes +very strange, not to say peculiar. Get well into your head that +there are not ten commandments in my service. There is only +one: to watch over my interests, to protect them against everybody +else in the whole world. In return for a living wage, you +give me the most absolute loyalty, a loyalty which sticks at nothing, +nothing, nothing."</p> +<p>"Oh, Mr. Prohack!" replied Mary Warburton, smiling simply. +"You needn't tell me all that. I entirely understand. It's the usual +thing for confidential secretaries, isn't it?"</p> +<p>"And now," Mr. Prohack went on, ignoring her. "This being +made perfectly clear, go into the boudoir—that's the room through +there—and bring me here all the parcels lying about. Our next +task is to check the accuracy of several of the leading tradesmen +in the West End."</p> +<p>"I think there are one or two more parcels that have been delivered +this morning, in the hall," said Miss Warburton. "Perhaps +I had better fetch them."</p> +<p>"Perhaps you had."</p> +<p>In a few minutes, Miss Warburton, by dint of opening parcels, +had transformed the bedroom into a composite of the principal +men's shops in Piccadilly and Bond Street. Mr. Prohack recoiled +before the chromatic show and also before the prospect of Eve's +views on the show.</p> +<p>"Take everything into the boudoir," said he, "and arrange them +under the sofa. It's important that we should not lose our heads +in this crisis. When you go out to lunch you will buy some +foolscap paper and this afternoon you will make a schedule of the +goods, divided according to the portions of the human frame which +they are intended to conceal or adorn. What are you laughing at, +Miss Warburton?"</p> +<p>"You are so amusing, Mr. Prohack."</p> +<p>"I may be amusing, but I am not susceptible to the flattery of +giggling. Endeavour not to treat serious subjects lightly."</p> +<p>"I don't see any boots."</p> +<p>"Neither do I. You will telephone to the bootmaker's, and to +my tailor's; also to Sir Paul Spinner and Messrs. Smathe and +Smathe. But before that I will just dictate a few more letters."</p> +<p>"Certainly."</p> +<p>When he had finished dictating, Mr. Prohack said:</p> +<p>"I shall now get up. Go downstairs and ask Machin—that's the +parlourmaid—to show you the breakfast-room. The breakfast-room +is behind the dining-room, and is so called because it is +never employed for breakfast. It exists in all truly London houses, +and is perfectly useless in all of them except those occupied by +dentists, who use it for their beneficent labours in taking things +from, or adding things to, the bodies of their patients. The +breakfast-room in this house will be the secretary's room—your +room if you continue to give me satisfaction. Remove that typewriting +machine from here, and arrange your room according to +your desire.... And I say, Miss Warburton."</p> +<p>"Yes, Mr. Prohack," eagerly responded the secretary, pausing +at the door.</p> +<p>"Yesterday I gave you a brief outline of your duties. But I +omitted one exceedingly important item—almost as important as +not falling in love with my son. You will have to keep on +good terms with Machin. Machin is indispensable and irreplaceable. +I could get forty absolutely loyal secretaries while my wife +was unsuccessfully searching for another Machin."</p> +<p>"I have an infallible way with parlourmaids," said Miss Warburton.</p> +<p>"What is that?"</p> +<p>"I listen to their grievances and to their love-affairs."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, though fatigued, felt himself to be inordinately +well, and he divined that this felicity was due to the exercise of +dancing on the previous night, following upon the Turkish bath. +He had not felt so well for many years. He laughed to himself +at intervals as he performed his toilette, and knew not quite why. +His secretary was just like a new toy to him, offering many of the +advantages of official life and routine without any of the drawbacks. +At half past eleven he descended, wearing one or two of +the more discreet of his new possessions, and with the sensation of +having already transacted a good day's work, into the breakfast-room +and found Miss Warburton and Machin in converse. Machin +feverishly poked the freshly-lit fire and then, pretending to have +urgent business elsewhere, left the room.</p> +<p>"Here are some particulars of a house in Manchester Square," +said Mr. Prohack. "Please read them."</p> +<p>Miss Warburton complied.</p> +<p>"It seems really very nice," said she. "Very nice indeed."</p> +<p>"Does it? Now listen to me. That house is apparently the +most practical and the most beautiful house in London. Judging +from the description, it deserves to be put under a glass-case in a +museum and labelled 'the ideal house.' There is no fault to be +found with that house, and I should probably take it at once but +for one point. I don't want it. I do not want it. Do I make myself +clear? I have no use for it whatever."</p> +<p>"Then you've inspected it."</p> +<p>"I have not. But I don't want it. Now a determined effort will +shortly be made to induce me to take that house. I will not go +into details or personalities. I say merely that a determined effort +will shortly be made to force me to act against my will and my +wishes. This effort must be circumvented. In a word, the present +is a moment when I may need the unscrupulous services of an +utterly devoted confidential secretary."</p> +<p>"What am I to do?"</p> +<p>"I haven't the slightest idea. All I know is that my existence +must not on any account be complicated, and that the possession +of that house would seriously complicate it."</p> +<p>"Will you leave the matter to me, Mr. Prohack?"</p> +<p>"What shall you do?"</p> +<p>"Wouldn't it be better for you not to know what I should do?" +Miss Warburton glanced at him oddly. Her glance was agreeable, +and yet disconcerting. The attractiveness of the young woman +seemed to be accentuated. The institution of the confidential secretary +was magnified, in the eyes of Mr. Prohack, into one of the +greatest achievements of human society.</p> +<p>"Not at all," said he, in reply. "You are under-rating my +capabilities, +for I can know and not know simultaneously."</p> +<p>"Well," said Miss Warburton. "You can't take an old house +without having the drains examined, obviously. Supposing the +report on the drains was unfavourable?"</p> +<p>"Do you propose to tamper with the drains?"</p> +<p>"Certainly not. I shouldn't dream of doing anything so disgraceful. +But I might tamper with the surveyor who made the +report on the drains."</p> +<p>"Say no more," Mr. Prohack adjured her. "I'm going out."</p> +<p>And he went out, though he had by no means finished instructing +Miss Warburton in the art of being his secretary. She did not even +know where to find the essential tools of her calling, nor yet the +names of tradesmen to whom she had to telephone. He ought to +have stayed in if only to present his secretary to his wife. But +he went out—to reflect in private upon her initiative, her ready +resourcefulness, her great gift for conspiracy. He had to get away +from her. The thought of her induced in him qualms of trepidation. +Could he after all manage her? What a loss would she be +to Mr. Carrel Quire! Nevertheless she was capable of being foolish. +It was her foolishness that had transferred her from Mr. +Carrel Quire to himself.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>Mr. Prohack went out because he was drawn out, by the force +of an attraction which he would scarcely avow even to himself,—a +mysterious and horrible attraction which, if he had been a logical +human being like the rest of us, ought to have been a repulsion for +him.</p> +<p>And as he was walking abroad in the pleasant foggy sunshine +of the West End streets, a plutocratic idler with nothing to +do but yield to strange impulses, he saw on a motor-bus the placard +of a financial daily paper bearing the line: "The Latest Oil +Coup." He immediately wanted to buy that paper. As a London +citizen he held the opinion that whenever he wanted a thing he +ought to be able to buy it at the next corner. Yet now he looked +in every direction but could see no symptom of a newspaper shop +anywhere. The time was morning—for the West End it was early +morning—and there were newsboys on the pavements, but by a +curious anomaly they were selling evening and not morning newspapers. +Daringly he asked one of these infants for the financial +daily; the infant sniggered and did no more. Another directed +him to a shop up an alley off the Edgware Road. The shopman +doubted the existence of any such financial daily as Mr. Prohack +indicated, apparently attaching no importance to the fact that it +was advertised on every motor-bus travelling along the Edgware +Road, but he suggested that if it did exist, it might just conceivably +be purchased at the main bookstall at Paddington Station. +Determined to obtain the paper at all costs, Mr. Prohack stopped +a taxi-cab and drove to Paddington, squandering eighteenpence on +the journey, and reflecting as he rolled forward upon the primitiveness +of a so-called civilisation in which you could not buy a +morning paper in the morning without spending the whole morning +over the transaction—and reflecting also upon the disturbing +fact that after one full day of its practice, his scheme of scientific +idleness had gone all to bits. He got the paper, and read therein +a very exciting account of Sir Paul Spinner's deal in oil-lands. +The amount of Paul's profit was not specified, but readers were +given to understand that it was enormous and that Paul had successfully +bled the greatest Oil Combine in the world. The article, +though discreet and vague in phraseology, was well worth a line on +any placard. It had cost Mr. Prohack the price of a complete +Shakespere, but he did not call it dear. He threw the paper away +with a free optimistic gesture of delight. Yes, he had wisely put +his trust in old Paul and he was veritably a rich man—one who +could look down on mediocre fortunes of a hundred thousand +pounds or so. Civilisation was not so bad after all.</p> +<p>Then the original attraction which had drawn him out of the +house resumed its pull.... Why did his subconscious feet take +him in the direction of Manchester Square? True, the Wallace +Collection of pictures is to be found at Hertford House, Manchester +Square, and Mr. Prohack had always been interested in pictures! +Well, if he did happen to find himself in Manchester Square +he might perhaps glance at the exterior of the dwelling which his +son desired to plant upon him and his wife desired him to be +planted with.... It was there right enough. It had not been +spirited away in the night hours. He recognised the number. An +enormous house; the largest in the Square after Hertford House. +Over its monumental portico was an enormous sign, truthfully +describing it as "this noble mansion." As no automobile stood +at the front-door Mr. Prohack concluded that his wife's visit of +inspection was over. Doubtless she was seeking him at home at +that moment to the end of persuading him by her soft, unscrupulous +arts to take the noble mansion.</p> +<p>The front-door was ajar. Astounding carelessness on the part of +the caretaker! Mr. Prohack's subconscious legs carried him into +the house. The interior was amazing. Mr. Prohack had always +been interested, not only in pictures, but in furniture. Pictures +and furniture might have been called the weakness to which his +circumstances had hitherto compelled him to be too strong to yield. +He knew a good picture, and he knew a good piece of furniture, +when he saw them. The noble mansion was full of good pictures +and good furniture. Evidently it had been the home of somebody +who had both fine tastes and the means to gratify them. And the +place was complete. Nothing had been removed, and nothing had +been protected against the grimy dust of London. The occupiers +might have walked out of it a few hours earlier. The effect of dark +richness in the half-shuttered rooms almost overwhelmed Mr. Prohack. +Nobody preventing, he climbed the beautiful Georgian staircase, +which was carpeted with a series of wondrous Persian carpets +laid end to end. A woman in a black apron appeared in the hall +from the basement, gazed at Mr. Prohack's mounting legs, and said +naught. On the first-floor was the drawing-room, a magnificent +apartment exquisitely furnished in Louis Quinze. Mr. Prohack +blenched. He had expected nothing half so marvellous. Was it +possible that he could afford to take this noble mansion and live in +it? It was more than possible; it was sure.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had a foreboding of a wild, transient impulse to +take it. The impulse died ere it was born. No further complications +of his existence were to be permitted; he would fight against +them to the last drop of his blood. And the complications incident +to residence in such an abode would be enormous. Still, he +thought that he might as well see the whole house, and he proceeded +upstairs, wondering how many people there were in London +who possessed the taste to make, and the money to maintain, +such a home. Even the stairs from the first to the second floor, +were beautiful, having a lovely carpet, lovely engravings on the +walls, and a delightful balustrade. On the second-floor landing +were two tables covered with objects of art, any of which Mr. Prohack +might have pocketed and nobody the wiser; the carelessness +that left the place unguarded was merely prodigious.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack heard a sound; it might have been the creak of a +floor-board or the displacement of a piece of furniture. Startled, +he looked through a half-open door into a small room. He could +see an old gilt mirror over a fire-place; and in the mirror the +images of the upper portions of a young man and a young woman. +The young woman was beyond question Sissie Prohack. The +young man, he decided after a moment of hesitation—for he could +distinguish only a male overcoated back in the glass—was Oswald +Morfey. The images were very close together. They did not move. +Then Mr. Prohack overheard a whisper, but did not catch its purport. +Then the image of the girl's face began to blush; it went +redder and redder, and the crimson seemed to flow downwards +until the exposed neck blushed also. A marvellous and a disconcerting +spectacle. Mr. Prohack felt that he himself was blushing. +Then the two images blended, and the girl's head and hat seemed to +be agitated as by a high wind. And then both images moved out +of the field of the mirror.</p> +<p>The final expression on the girl's face as it vanished was one +of the most exquisite things that Mr. Prohack had ever witnessed. +It brought the tears to his eyes. Nevertheless he was shocked.</p> +<p>His mind ran:</p> +<p>"That fellow has kissed my daughter, and he has kissed her +for the first time. It is monstrous that any girl, and especially +my daughter, should be kissed for the first time. I have not been +consulted, and I had not the slightest idea that matters had gone +so far. Her mother has probably been here, with Charlie, and gone +off leaving these doves together. Culpable carelessness on her part. +Talk about mothers! No father would have been guilty of such +negligence. The affair must be stopped. It amounts to an outrage."</p> +<p>A peculiar person, Mr. Prohack! No normal father could +have had such thoughts. Mr. Prohack could of course have burst +in upon the pair and smashed an idyll to fragments. But instead +of doing so he turned away from the idyll and descended the stairs +as stealthily as he could.</p> +<p>Nobody challenged his exit. In the street he breathed with +relief as if he had escaped from a house of great peril; but he +did not feel safe until he had lost himself in the populousness of +Oxford Street.</p> +<p>"For social and family purposes," he reflected, "I have +not seen that kiss. I cannot possibly tell them, or tell anybody, +that I spied upon their embrace. To put myself right I +ought to have called out a greeting the very instant I spotted them. +But I did not call out a greeting. By failing to do so I put myself +in a false position.... How shall I get official news of that kiss? +Shall I ever get news of it?"</p> +<p>He had important business to transact with tradesmen. He +could not do it. On leaving home he had not decided whether he +would lunch domestically or at the Grand Babylon. He now perceived +that he could do neither. He would lunch at one of his +clubs. No! He could not bring himself to lunch at either club. +He could face nobody. He resembled a man who was secretly +carrying a considerable parcel of high explosive. He wandered +until he could wander no more, and then he entered a tea-shop +that was nearly full of young girls. It was a new world to him. +He saw "Mutton pie 8d" on the menu and ordered it haphazard. +He discovered to his astonishment that he was hungry. Having +eaten the mutton pie, he ordered a second one, and ate it. The +second mutton pie seemed to endow the eater with the faculty of +vision—a result which perhaps no other mutton pie had ever +before in the whole annals of eating achieved. He felt much +better. He was illuminated by a large, refreshing wisdom, which +thus expressed itself in his excited brain:</p> +<p>"After all, I suppose it's not the first or the only instance of a +girl being kissed by a man. Similar incidents must occur quite +often in the history of the human race."</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>When he returned home his house seemed to be pitiably small, +cramped, and lacking in rich ornament; it seemed to be no sort +of a house for a man with twenty thousand a year. But he was +determined to love his house at all costs, and never to leave it. The +philosopher within himself told him that happiness does not spring +from large houses built with hands. And his own house was +bright that afternoon; he felt as soon as he entered it that it was +more bright than usual. The reason was immediately disclosed. +Sissie was inside it. She had come for some belongings and to +pay a visit to her mother.</p> +<p>"My word!" she greeted her father in the drawing-room, where +she was strumming while Eve leaned lovingly on the piano. "My +word! We are fine with our new private secretary!"</p> +<p>Not a sign on that girl's face, nor in her demeanour, that she +had an amorous secret, that something absolutely unprecedented +had happened to her only a few hours earlier! The duplicity of +women astonished even the philosopher in Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Will she mention it or won't she?" Mr. Prohack asked himself; +and then began to equal Sissie in duplicity by demanding of his +women in a tone of raillery what they thought of the new private +secretary. He reflected that he might as well know the worst at +once.</p> +<p>"She'll do," said Sissie gaily, and Eve said: "She seems very +willing to oblige."</p> +<p>"Ah!" Mr. Prohack grew alert. "She's been obliging you already, +has she?"</p> +<p>"Well," said Eve. "It was about the new house—"</p> +<p>"What new house?"</p> +<p>"But you know, darling. Charlie mentioned it to you last night, +and I told you that I was going to look at it this morning."</p> +<p>"Oh! <i>That</i>!" Mr. Prohack ejaculated disdainfully.</p> +<p>"I've seen it. I've been all over it, and it's simply lovely. I +never saw anything equal to it."</p> +<p>"Of course!"</p> +<p>"And so cheap!"</p> +<p>"Of course!"</p> +<p>"But it's ripping, dad, seriously."</p> +<p>"Seriously ripping, it is? Well, so far as I am concerned I shall +let it rip."</p> +<p>"I rushed back here as soon as I'd seen it," Eve proceeded, quietly +ignoring the last remark. "But you'd gone out without saying +where. Nobody knew where you'd gone. It was very awkward, +because if we want this house we've got to decide at once—at latest +in three days, Charlie says. Miss Warburton—that's her name, +isn't it?—Miss Warburton had a very bright idea. She seems to +know quite a lot about property. She thought of the drains. She +said the first thing would be to have the drains inspected, and that +if there was any hurry the surveyors ought to be instructed +instantly. She knew some surveyor people, and so she's gone out +to see the agents and get permission from them for the surveyors +to inspect, and she'll see the surveyors at the same time. She says +we ought to have the report by to-morrow afternoon. She's very +enterprising."</p> +<p>The enterprisingness of Miss Warburton frightened Mr. Prohack. +She had acted exactly as he would have wished—only better; evidently +she was working out his plot against the house in the most +efficient manner. Yet he was frightened. So much so that he +could find nothing to say except: "Indeed!"</p> +<p>"You never told me she used to be with Mr. Carrel Quire and is +related to the Paulle family," observed Eve, mingling a mild +reproach with joyous vivacity, as if saying: "Why did you keep +this titbit from me?"</p> +<p>"I must now have a little repose," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"We'll leave you," Eve said, eager to be agreeable. "You must +be tired, you poor dear. I'm just going out to shop with Sissie. +I'm not sure if I shall be in for tea, but I will be if you think +you'll be lonely."</p> +<p>"Did you do much entertaining at lunch, young woman?" Mr. +Prohack asked.</p> +<p>"Charlie had several people—men—but I really don't know who +they were. And Ozzie Morfey came. And permit me to inform +you that Charlie was simply knocked flat by my qualities as a +hostess. Do you know what he said to me afterwards? He said: +'That lunch was a bit of all right, kid.' Enormous from Charlie, +wasn't it?"</p> +<p>Mother and daughter went out arm in arm like two young girls. +Beyond question they were highly pleased with themselves and the +world. Eve returned after a moment.</p> +<p>"Are you comfortable, dear? I've told Machin you mustn't on +any account be disturbed. Charlie's borrowed the car. We shall +get a taxi in the Bayswater Road." She bent down and seemed to +bury her soft lips in his cheek. She was beginning to have other +interests than himself. And since she had nothing now to worry +about, in a maternal sense, she had become a child. She was fat—at any +rate nobody could describe her as less than plump—and +over forty, but a child, an exquisite child. He magnificently let +her kiss him. However, he knew that she knew that she was his +sole passion. She whispered most intimately and persuasively into +his ear:</p> +<p>"Shall we have a look at that house to-morrow morning, just +you and I? You'll love the furniture."</p> +<p>"Perhaps," he replied. What else could he reply? He very +much desired to have a talk with her about Sissie and the fellow +Morfey; but he could not broach the subject because he could not +tell her in cold blood that he had seen Sissie in Morfey's arms. To +do so would have an effect like setting fire to the home. Unless, +of course, Sissie had already confided in her mother? Was it +conceivable +that Eve had a secret from him? It was certainly conceivable +that he had a secret from Eve. Not only was he hiding +from her his knowledge of the startling development in the relations +between Sissie and Morfey,—he had not even told her that +he had seen the house in Manchester Square. He was leading +a double life,—consequence of riches! Was she?</p> +<p>As soon as she had softly closed the door he composed himself, +for he was in fact considerably exhausted. Remembering a conversation +at the club with a celebrated psycho-analyst about the +possibilities of auto-suggestion, he strove to empty his mind and +then to repeat to himself very rapidly in a low murmur: "You +will sleep, you will sleep, you will sleep, you will sleep," +innumerable +times. But the incantation would not work, probably because +he could not keep his mind empty. The mysterious receptacle +filled faster than he could empty it. It filled till it flowed over +with +the flooding realisation of the awful complexity of existence. He +longed to maintain its simplicity, well aware that his happiness +would result from simplicity alone. But existence flatly refused +to be simple. He desired love in a cottage with Eve. He could +have bought a hundred cottages, all in ideal surroundings. The +mere fact, however, that he was in a position to buy a hundred +cottages somehow made it impossible for him to devote himself +exclusively to loving Eve in one cottage....</p> +<p>His imagination leaped over intervening events and he pictured +the wedding of Sissie as a nightmare of complications—no matter +whom she married. He loathed weddings. Of course a girl of +Sissie's sense and modernity ought to insist on being married in a +registry office. But would she? She would not. For a month +previous to marriage all girls cast off modernity and became Victorian. +Yes, she would demand real orange-blossom and everything +that went with it.... He got as far as wishing that Sissie might +grow into an old maid, solely that he might be spared the wearing +complications incident to the ceremony of marriage as practised +by intelligent persons in the twentieth century. His character +was deteriorating, and he could not stop it from deteriorating....</p> +<p>Then Sissie herself came very silently into the room.</p> +<p>"Sit down, my dear. I want to talk to you," he said in his most +ingratiating and sympathetic tones. And in quite another tone +he addressed her silently: "It's time I taught you a thing or two, +my wench."</p> +<p>"Yes, father," she responded charmingly to his wily +ingratiatingness, +and sat down.</p> +<p>"If you were the ordinary girl," he began, "I shouldn't say a +word. It would be no use. But you aren't. And I flatter myself +I'm not the ordinary father. You are in love. Or you think you +are. Which is the same thing—for the present. It's a fine thing +to be in love. I'm quite serious. I like you tremendously just for +being in love. Yes, I do. Now I know something about being in +love. You've got enough imagination to realise that, and I want +you to realise it. I want you to realise that I know a bit more +about love than you do. Stands to reason, doesn't it?"</p> +<p>"Yes, father," said Sissie, placidly respectful.</p> +<p>"Love has got one drawback. It very gravely impairs the critical +faculty. You think you can judge our friend Oswald with +perfect impartiality. You think you see him as he is. But if +you will exercise your imagination you will admit that you can't. +You perceive that, don't you?"</p> +<p>"Quite, dad," the adorable child concurred.</p> +<p>"Well, do you know anything about him, really?"</p> +<p>"Not much, father."</p> +<p>"Neither do I. I've nothing whatever against him. But I +shouldn't be playing straight with you if I didn't tell you that at +the club he's not greatly admired. And a club is a very good judge +of a man, the best judge of a man. And then as regards his business. +Supposing you were not in love with him, should you like +his business? You wouldn't. Naturally. There are other things, +but I won't discuss them now. All I suggest to you is that you +should go a bit slow. Exercise caution. Control yourself. Test +him a little. If you and I weren't the greatest pals I shouldn't be +such an ass as to talk in this strain to you. But I know you +won't misunderstand me. I know you know there's absolutely no +conventional nonsense about me, just as I know there's absolutely +no conventional nonsense about you. I'm perfectly aware that the +old can't teach the young, and that oftener than not the young are +right and the old wrong. But it's not a question of old and young +between you and me. It's a question of two friends—that's all."</p> +<p>"Dad," said she, "you're the most wonderful dad that ever was. +Oh! If everybody would talk like that!"</p> +<p>"Not at all! Not at all!" he deprecated, delighted with himself +and her. "I'm simply telling you what you know already. I +needn't say any more. You'll do exactly as you think best, and +whatever you do will please me. I don't want you to be happy in +my way—I want you to be happy in your own way. Possibly +you'll decide to tell Mr. Morfey to wait for three months."</p> +<p>"I most decidedly shall, dad," Sissie interrupted him, "and I'm +most frightfully obliged to you."</p> +<p>He had always held that she was a marvellous girl, and here was +the proof. He had spoken with the perfection of tact and sympathy +and wisdom, but his success astonished him. At this point +he perceived that Sissie was not really sitting in the chair at all +and that the chair was empty. So that the exhibition of sagacity +had been entirely wasted.</p> +<p>"Anyhow I've had a sleep," said the philosopher in him.</p> +<p>The door opened. Machin appeared, defying her mistress's +orders.</p> +<p>"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but a Mr. Morfey is on the telephone +and asks whether it would be convenient for you to see him +to-night. He says it's urgent." Mr. Prohack braced himself, but +where his stomach had been there was a void.</p> +<br /> +<h3>V</h3> +<p>"Had an accident to your eye-glass?" asked Mr. Prohack, shaking +hands with Oswald Morfey, when the latter entered, by +appointment, Mr. Prohack's breakfast-room after dinner. Miss +Warburton having gone home, Mr. Prohack had determined to +employ her official room for formal interviews. With her woman's +touch she had given it an air of business which pleasantly +reminded him of the Treasury.</p> +<p>Ozzie was not wearing an eye-glass, and the absence of the +broad black ribbon that usually ran like a cable-connection between +his eye and his supra-umbilical region produced the disturbing +illusion that he had forgotten an essential article of attire.</p> +<p>"Yes," Ozzie replied, opening his eyes with that mien of surprise +that was his response to all questions, even the simplest. "Miss +Sissie has cracked it."</p> +<p>"I'm very sorry my daughter should be so clumsy."</p> +<p>"It was not exactly clumsiness. I offered her the eye-glass to +do what she pleased with, and she pleased to break it."</p> +<p>"Surely an impertinence?"</p> +<p>"No. A favour. Miss Sissie did not care for my eye-glass."</p> +<p>"You must be considerably incommoded."</p> +<p>"No. The purpose of my eye-glass was decorative, not optical." +Ozzie smiled agreeably, though nervously.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was conscious of a certain surprising sympathy +for this chubby simpering young man with the peculiar vocation, +whom but lately he had scorned and whom on one occasion he had +described as a perfect ass.</p> +<p>"Well, shall we sit down?" suggested the elder, whom the +younger's nervousness had put into an excellent state of easy +confidence.</p> +<p>"The fact is," said Ozzie, obeying, "the fact is that I've come +to see you about Sissie. I'm very anxious to marry her, Mr. Prohack."</p> +<p>"Indeed! Then you must excuse this old velvet coat. If I'd had +notice of the solemnity of your visit, my dear Morfey, I'd have +met you in a dinner jacket. May I just put one question? Have +you kissed Sissie already?"</p> +<p>"I—er—have."</p> +<p>"By force or by mutual agreement?"</p> +<p>"Neither."</p> +<p>"She made no protest?"</p> +<p>"No."</p> +<p>"The reverse rather?"</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"Then why do you come here to me?"</p> +<p>"To get your consent."</p> +<p>"I suppose you arranged with Sissie that you should come here?"</p> +<p>"Yes, I did. We thought it would be best if I came alone."</p> +<p>"Well, all I can say is that you're a very old-fashioned pair. +I'm afraid that you must have forgotten to alter your date calendar +when the twentieth century started. Let me assure you that +this is not by any means the nineteenth. I admit that I only +altered my own date calendar this afternoon, and even then only +as the result of an unusual dream."</p> +<p>"Yes?" said Ozzie politely, and he said nothing else, but it +seemed to Mr. Prohack that Ozzie was thinking: "This queer +old stick is taking advantage of his position to make a fool of +himself in his queer old way."</p> +<p>"Let us examine the circumstances," Mr. Prohack proceeded. +"You want to marry Sissie. Therefore you respect her. Therefore +you would not have invited her to marry unless you had been +reasonably sure that you possessed the brains and the material +means to provide for her physical and moral comfort not merely +during the next year but till the end of her life. It would be +useless, not to say impolite, for me to question you as to your +situation and your abilities, because you are convinced about both, +and if you failed to convince me about both you would leave +here perfectly sure that the fault was mine and not yours, and +you would pursue your plans just the same. Moreover, you are a +man of the world—far more a man of the world than I am myself—and +you are unquestionably the best judge of your powers to do +your duty towards a wife. Of course some might argue that I, +being appreciably older than you, am appreciably wiser than you +and that my opinion on vital matters is worth more than yours. +But you know, and perhaps I know too, that in growing old a man +does not really become wiser; he simply acquires a different sort +of wisdom—whether it is a better or a worse sort nobody can +decide. All we know is that the extremely young and the extremely +old are in practice generally foolish. Which leads you nowhere +at all. But looking at history we perceive that the ideas of the +moderately young have always triumphed against the ideas of the +moderately old. And happily so, for otherwise there could be no +progress. Hence the balance of probability is that, assuming you +and I were to differ, you would be more right than I should be."</p> +<p>"But I hope that we do not differ, sir," said Ozzie. And Mr. +Prohack found satisfaction in the naturalness, the freedom from +pose, of Ozzie's diffident and disconcerted demeanour. His sympathy +for the young man was increased by the young man's increasing +consternation.</p> +<p>"Again," resumed Mr. Prohack, ignoring Ozzie's hope. "Take +the case of Sissie herself. Sissie's education was designed and +superintended by myself. The supreme aim of education should +be to give sound judgment in the great affairs of life, and moral +stamina to meet the crises which arrive when sound judgment is +falsified by events. If I were to tell you that in my opinion Sissie's +judgment of you as a future husband was unsound, it would be +equivalent to admitting that my education of Sissie had been +unsound. And I could not possibly admit such a thing. Moreover, +just as you are a man of the world, so Sissie is a woman of the +world. By heredity and by natural character she is sagacious, and +she has acquainted herself with all manner of things as to which +I am entirely ignorant. Nor can I remember any instance of her +yielding, from genuine conviction, to my judgment when it was +opposed to hers. From all which it follows, my dear Morfey, that +your mission to me here this evening is a somewhat illogical, +futile, and unnecessary mission, and that the missioner must be +either singularly old-fashioned and conventional—or laughing in +his sleeve at me. No!" Mr. Prohack with a nineteenth century +wave of the hand deprecated Ozzie's interrupting protest. "No! +There is a third alternative, and I accept it. You desired to show +me a courtesy. I thank you."</p> +<p>"But have you no questions to ask me?" demanded Ozzie.</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "How did you first make the acquaintance +of my daughter?"</p> +<p>"Do you mean to say you don't know? Hasn't Sissie ever told +you?"</p> +<p>"Never. What is more, she has never mentioned your name in +any conversation until somebody else had mentioned it. Such is +the result of my educational system, and the influence of the +time-spirit."</p> +<p>"Well, I'm dashed!" exclaimed Ozzie sincerely.</p> +<p>"I hope not, Morfey. I hope not, if by dashed you mean +'damned.'"</p> +<p>"But it was the most wonderful meeting, Mr. Prohack," Ozzie +burst out, and he was in such an enthusiasm that he almost forgot +to lisp. "You knew I was in M.I. in the war, after my trench +fever."</p> +<p>"M.I., that is to say, Secret Service."</p> +<p>"Yes. Secret Service if you like. Well, sir, I was doing some +work in the East End, in a certain foreign community, and I had +to get away quickly, and so I jumped into a motor-van that happened +to be passing. That van was driven by Sissie!"</p> +<p>"An example of fact imitating fiction!" remarked Mr. Prohack, +seeking, not with complete success, to keep out of his voice the +emotion engendered in him by Ozzie's too brief recital. "Now +that's one question, and you have answered it brilliantly. My +second and last question is this: Are you in love with Sissie—"</p> +<p>"Please, Mr. Prohack!" Ozzie half rose out of his chair.</p> +<p>"Or do you love her? The two things are very different."</p> +<p>"I beg your pardon, sir. I hadn't quite grasped," said Ozzie +apologetically, subsiding. "I quite see what you mean. I'm both."</p> +<p>"You are a wonder!" Mr. Prohack murmured.</p> +<p>"Anyway, sir, I'm glad you don't object to our engagement."</p> +<p>"My dear Oswald," said Mr. Prohack in a new tone. "Do you +imagine that after my daughter had expressed her view of you by +kissing you I could fail to share that view. You have a great +opinion of Sissie, but I doubt whether your opinion of her is +greater than mine. We will now have a little whiskey together."</p> +<p>Ozzie's chubby face shone as in his agreeable agitation he +searched for the eye-glass ribbon that was not there.</p> +<p>"Well, sir," said he, beaming. "This interview has not been at +all like what I expected."</p> +<p>"Nor like what I expected either," said Mr. Prohack. "But +who can foresee the future?" And he added to himself: "Could +I foresee when I called this youth a perfect ass that in a very +short time I should be receiving him, not unpleasantly, as a +prospective +son-in-law? Life is marvellous."</p> +<p>At the same moment Mrs. Prohack entered the room.</p> +<p>"Oh!" cried she, affecting to be surprised at the presence of +Ozzie.</p> +<p>"Wife!" said Mr. Prohack, "Mr. Oswald Morfey has done you +the honour to solicit the hand of your daughter in marriage. You +are staggered!</p> +<p>"How ridiculous you are, Arthur!" said Mrs. Prohack, and impulsively +kissed Ozzie.</p> +<br /> +<h3>VI</h3> +<p>The wedding festivities really began the next evening with a +family dinner to celebrate Sissie's betrothal. The girl arrived +magnificent from the Grand Babylon, escorted by her lover, and +found Mrs. Prohack equally magnificent—indeed more magnificent +by reason of the pearl necklace. It seemed to Mr. Prohack that +Eve had soon become quite used to that marvellous necklace; he +had already had to chide her for leaving it about. Ozzie also was +magnificent; even lacking his eye-glass and ribbon he was magnificent. +Mr. Prohack, esteeming that a quiet domestic meal at +home demanded no ceremony, had put on his old velvet, but Eve +had sharply corrected his sense of values—so shrewishly indeed +that nobody would have taken her for the recent recipient of a +marvellous necklace at his hands—and he had yielded to the extent +of a dinner-jacket. Charlie had not yet come. Since the previous +afternoon he had been out of town on mighty enterprises, but +Sissie had seen him return to the hotel before she left it, and he +was momently expected. Mr. Prohack perceived that Eve was +treating Ozzie in advance as her son, and Ozzie was responding +heartily: a phenomenon which Mr. Prohack in spite of himself +found agreeable. Sissie showed more reserve than her mother +towards Ozzie; but then Sissie was a proud thing, which Eve never +was. Mr. Prohack admitted privately that he was happy—yes, +he was happy in the betrothal, and he had most solemnly announced +and declared that he would have naught to do with the wedding +beyond giving a marriage gift to his daughter and giving his +daughter to Ozzie. And when Sissie said that as neither she nor +Ozzie had much use for the state of being merely engaged the +wedding would occur very soon, Mr. Prohack rejoiced at the prospect +of the upset being so quickly over. After the emotions and +complications of the wedding he would settle down to +simplicity,—luxurious +possibly, but still simplicity: the plain but perfect. And +let his fortune persist in accumulating, well it must accumulate +and be hanged to it!</p> +<p>"But what about getting a house?" he asked his daughter.</p> +<p>"Oh, we shall live in Ozzie's flat," said Sissie.</p> +<p>"Won't it be rather small?"</p> +<p>"The smaller the better," said Sissie. "It will match our +income."</p> +<p>"Oh, my dear girl," Eve protested, with a glance at Mr. Prohack +to indicate that for the asking Sissie could have all the +income she wanted. "And I'll give you an idea," Eve brightly +added. "You can have <i>this</i> house rent free."</p> +<p>Sissie shook her head.</p> +<p>"Don't make so sure that they can have this house," said Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"But, Arthur! You've agreed to go and look at Manchester +Square! And it's all ready excepting the servants. I'm told that +if you don't want less than seven servants, including one or two +menservants, there's no difficulty about servants at all. I shall +be very disappointed if we don't have the wedding from Manchester +Square."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack writhed, though he knew himself safe. Seven servants; +two menservants? No! And again no! No complications!</p> +<p>"I shall only agree to Manchester Square," said he with firmness +and solemnity, "subject to the drains being all right. Somebody +in the place must show a little elementary sagacity and +restraint."</p> +<p>"But the drains are bound to be all right!"</p> +<p>"I hope so," said the deceitful father. "And I believe they will +be. But until we're sure—nothing can be done." And he laughed +satanically to himself.</p> +<p>"Haven't you had the report yet?" Sissie complained. "Miss +Warburton was to try to get hold of it to-night."</p> +<p>A moment later Machin, in a condition of high excitement due +to the betrothal, brought in a large envelope, saying that Miss +Warburton had just left it. The envelope contained the report +of Messrs. Doy and Doy on the drains of the noble mansion. Mr. +Prohack read it, frowned, and pursed his judicial lips.</p> +<p>"Read it, my dear," he said to Eve.</p> +<p>Eve read that Messrs. Doy and Doy found themselves unable, +after a preliminary inspection, which owing to their instructions +to be speedy had not been absolutely exhaustive, to certify the +drains of the noble mansion. They feared the worst, but there +was of course always a slight hope of the best, or rather the second +best. (They phrased it differently but they meant that.) In the +meantime they would await further instructions. Mr. Prohack +reflected calmly: "My new secretary is an adept of the first +conspiratorial +order." Eve was shocked into silence. (Doy and Doy +used very thick and convincing note-paper.) The entrance of +Charlie loosed her tongue.</p> +<p>"Charlie!" she cried. "The drains are all wrong. Look at this. +And didn't you say the option expired to-morrow?"</p> +<p>Charlie read the report.</p> +<p>"Infernal rascals!" he muttered. "Whose doing is this? Who's +been worrying about drains?" He looked round accusingly.</p> +<p>"I have," said Mr. Prohack bravely, but he could not squarely +meet the boy's stern glance.</p> +<p>"Well, dad, what did you take me for? Did you suppose I should +buy an option on a house without being sure of the drains? My +first act was to have the drains surveyed by Flockers, the first firm +in London, and I've got their certificate. As for Doy and Doy, +they're notorious. They want to stop everybody else but themselves +getting a commission on that house, and this—" he slapped +the report—"this is how they're setting about it."</p> +<p>Eve adored her son.</p> +<p>"You see," she said victoriously to Mr. Prohack, who secretly +trembled.</p> +<p>"I shall bring an action against Doy and Doy," Charlie continued. +"I'll show the whole rascally thing up."</p> +<p>"I hope you'll do no such thing, my boy," said Mr. Prohack, +foolishly attempting the grandiose.</p> +<p>"I most positively shall, dad."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack realised desperately that all was lost except honour, +and he was by no means sure about even honour.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XVI"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h2>TRANSFER OF MIMI</h2> +<br /> +<h3>I</h3> +<p>Mr. Prohack passed a very bad night—the worst for months, +one of the outstanding bad nights of his whole existence.</p> +<p>"Why didn't I have it out with Charlie before he left?" he asked +himself some scores of times while listening to the tranquil regular +breathing of Eve, who of course was now sure of her house +and probably had quite forgotten the meaning of care. "I'm +bound to have it out with him sooner or later, and if I'd done it +at once I should at any rate have slept. They're all sleeping but +me."</p> +<p>He simply could not comprehend life; the confounded thing +called life baffled him by its mysterious illogicalness. He was +adored by his spouse, beloved by his children, respected by the +world. He had heaps of money, together with the full control of +it. His word, if he chose, was law. He had only to say: "I will +not take the house in Manchester Square," and nobody could +thwart him. He powerfully desired not to take it. There was no +sensible reason why he should take it. And yet he would take it, +under the inexplicable compulsion of circumstances. In those +sombre hours he had a fellow-feeling for Oriental tyrants, who +were absolute autocrats but also slaves of exactly the same sinister +force that had gripped himself. He perceived that in practice +there is no such thing as an autocrat....</p> +<p>Not that his defeat in regard to the house really disturbed +him. He could reconcile himself to the house, despite the hateful +complications which it would engender. What disturbed him +horribly was the drains business, the Doy and Doy business, the +Mimi business; he could see no way out of that except through +the valley of humiliation. He remembered, with terrible forebodings, +the remark of his daughter after she heard of the heritage: +"You'll never be as happy again."</p> +<p>When the household day began and the familiar comfortable +distant noises of domestic activity announced that the solar system +was behaving much as usual in infinite and inconceivable +space, he decided that he was too tired to be scientifically idle +that day—even though he had a trying-on appointment with Mr. +Melchizidek. He decided, too, that he would not get up, would in +fact take everything lying down, would refuse to descend a single +step of the stairs to meet trouble. And he had a great wish to be +irritated and angry. But, the place seemed to be full of angels +who turned the other cheek—and the other cheek was marvellously +soft and bewitching.</p> +<p>Eve, Sissie (who had called), and Machin—they were all in a +state of felicity, for the double reason that Sissie was engaged to +be married, and that the household was to move into a noble +mansion. Machin saw herself at the head of a troup of sub-parlourmaids +and housemaids and tweenies, and foretold that she +would stand no nonsense from butlers. They all treated Mr. +Prohack as a formidable and worshipped tyrant, whose smile was +the sun and whose frown death, and who was the fount of wisdom +and authority. They knew that he wanted to be irritated, and +they gave him no chance to be irritated. Their insight into his +psychology was uncanny. They knew that he was beaten on the +main point, and with their detestable feminine realism they exquisitely +yielded on all the minor points. Eve, fresh as a rose, +bent over him and bedewed him, and said that she was going +out and that Sissie had gone again.</p> +<p>When he was alone he rang the bell for Machin as though the +bell had done him an injury.</p> +<p>"What time is it?"</p> +<p>"Eleven o'clock, sir."</p> +<p>"Eleven o'clock! Good God! Why hasn't Miss Warburton +come?"</p> +<p>As if Machin was responsible for Miss Warburton!... No! +Mr. Prohack was not behaving nicely, and it cannot be hidden +that he lacked the grandeur of mind which distinguishes most +of us.</p> +<p>"Miss Warburton was here before ten o'clock, sir."</p> +<p>"Then why hasn't she come up?"</p> +<p>"She was waiting for orders, sir."</p> +<p>"Send her up immediately."</p> +<p>"Certainly, sir."</p> +<p>Miss Warburton was the fourth angel—an angel with another +spick-and-span blouse, and the light of devotion in her eyes and +the sound of it in her purling voice.</p> +<p>"Good morning," the gruff brute started. "Did I hear the +telephone-bell +just now?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir. Doy and Doy have telephoned to say that Mr. Charles +Prohack has just been in to see them, and they've referred him to +you, and—and—"</p> +<p>"And what? And what? And what?" (A machine-gun.)</p> +<p>"They said he was extremely unpleasant."</p> +<p>Instinctively Mr. Prohack threw away shame. Mimi was his +minion. He treated her as an Oriental tyrant might treat the +mute guardian of the seraglio, and told her everything,—that +Charlie had forestalled them in the matter of the drains of the +noble mansion, that Charlie had determined to destroy Doy and +Doy, that he, Mr. Prohack, was caught in a trap, that there was +the devil to pay, and that the finest lies that ingenuity could +invent would have to be uttered. He abandoned all pretence of +honesty and uprightness. +Mimi showed no surprise whatever, nor was she apparently in +the least shocked. She seemed to regard the affair as a quite +ordinary part of the day's routine. Her insensitive calm frightened +Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Now we must think of something," said the iniquitous monster.</p> +<p>"I don't see that there need be any real difficulty," Mimi replied. +"<i>You</i> didn't know anything about my plot with Doy and Doy. I +got the notion—quite wrongly—that you preferred not to have +the house, and I acted as I did through an excess of zeal. I must +confess the plot. I alone am to blame, and I admit that what I +did was quite inexcusable."</p> +<p>"What a girl! What a girl!" thought Mr. Prohack. But there +were limits to his iniquity, and he said aloud, benevolently, +grandiosely: "But I did know about it. You as good as told me +exactly what you meant to do, and I let you do it. I approved, +and I am responsible. Nothing will induce me to let you take +the responsibility. Let that be clearly understood, please."</p> +<p>He looked squarely at the girl, and watched with apprehension +her aspiring nose rise still further, her delicate ruthless mouth +become still more ruthless.</p> +<p>"Excuse me," she said. "My plan is the best. It's the obvious +plan. Mr. Carrel Quire often adopted it. I'm afraid you're +hesitating to trust me as I expect to be trusted. Please don't +forget that you sacrificed an empire for me—I shall always remember +that. And what's more, you said you expected from me +absolute loyalty to your interests. I can stand anything but not +being trusted—<i>fully</i>!"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack sank deeper into the bed, and laughed loudly, +immoderately, titanically. His ill-humour vanished as a fog will +vanish. Nevertheless he was appalled by the revelation of the +possibilities of the girl's character.</p> +<p>The strange scene was interrupted by the arrival of Charlie, who, +thanks to his hypnotic influence over Machin, came masterfully +straight upstairs, entered the bedroom without asking permission +to do so, and, in perfect indifference to the alleged frailty of his +father's health, proceeded to business.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<p>"Dad," said he, after Mimi had gone through her self-ordained +martyrdom and left the room. "I wonder whether you quite +realise what a top-hole creature that Warburton girl is. She's +perfectly astounding."</p> +<p>"She is," Mr. Prohack admitted.</p> +<p>"She's got ideas."</p> +<p>"She has."</p> +<p>"And she isn't afraid of carrying them out."</p> +<p>"She is not."</p> +<p>"She's much too good for you, dad."</p> +<p>"She is."</p> +<p>"I mean, you can't really make full use of her, can you? She's +got no scope here."</p> +<p>"She makes her own scope," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Now I honestly do need a good secretary," Charlie at last +unmasked his attack. "I've got a temporary idiot, and I want +a first-rater, preferably a woman. I wish you'd be decent and +turn Miss Warburton over to me. She'd be invaluable to me, and +with me she really <i>would</i> have scope for her talents." Charlie +laughed.</p> +<p>"What are you laughing at?"</p> +<p>"I was only thinking of her having the notion of queering the +drains like that because she wanted to please you. It was +simply great. It's the best thing I ever heard." He laughed again. +"Now, dad, will you turn her over to me?"</p> +<p>"You appear to think she's a slave to be bought and sold and +this room the slave-market," said Mr. Prohack. "It hasn't +occurred to you that <i>she</i> might object to the transfer."</p> +<p>"Oh! I can soon persuade <i>her</i>." said Charlie, lightly.</p> +<p>"But you couldn't easily persuade me. And I may as well +inform you at once, my poor ingenuous boy, that I won't agree. +I will never agree. Miss Warburton is necessary to my existence."</p> +<p>"All in two or three days, is she?" Charlie observed sarcastically.</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"Well, father, as we're talking straight, let's talk straight. I'm +going to take her from you. It's a very little help I'm asking you +for, and that you should refuse is a bit thick. I shall speak to +the mater."</p> +<p>"And what shall you say?"</p> +<p>"I shall tell her all about the plot against the new house. It +was really a plot against her, because she wants the house—the +house is nothing to me. I may believe that you knew nothing +about the plot yourself, but I'll lay you any odds the mater won't."</p> +<p>"Speaking as man to man, my boy, I lay you any odds you +can't put your mother against me."</p> +<p>"Oh!" cried Charlie, "she won't <i>say</i> she believes you're +guilty, +but she'll believe it all the same. And it's what people think +that matters, not what they say they think."</p> +<p>"That's wisdom," Mr. Prohack agreed. "I see that I brought +you up not so badly after all. But doesn't it strike you that +you're trying to blackmail your father? I hope I taught you +sagacity, but I never encouraged you in blackmail—unless my +memory fails me."</p> +<p>"You can call it by any name you please," said Charlie.</p> +<p>"Very well, then, I will. I'll call it blackmail. Give me a +cigarette." He lit the offered cigarette. "Anything else this +morning?"</p> +<p>Father and son smiled warily at one another. Both were +amused and even affectionate, but serious in the battle.</p> +<p>"Come along, dad. Be a sport. Anyhow, let's ask the girl."</p> +<p>"Do you know what my answer to blackmail is?" Mr. Prohack +blandly enquired.</p> +<p>"No."</p> +<p>"My answer is the door. Drop the subject entirely. Or sling +your adventurous book."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was somewhat startled to see Charlie walk straight +out of the bedroom. A disturbing suspicion that there might +be something incalculable in his son was rudely confirmed.</p> +<p>He said to himself: "But this is absurd."</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>That morning the Prohack bedroom seemed to be transformed +into a sort of public square. No sooner had Charlie so +startlingly +left than Machin entered again.</p> +<p>"Dr. Veiga, sir."</p> +<p>And Dr. Veiga came in. The friendship between Mr. Prohack +and his picturesque quack had progressed—so much so that +Eve herself had begun to twit her husband with having lost +his head about the doctor. Nevertheless Eve was privately very +pleased with the situation, because it proved that she had been +right and Mr. Prohack wrong concerning the qualities of the fat, +untidy, ironic Portuguese. Mr. Prohack was delighted to see him, +for an interview with Dr. Veiga always meant an unusual +indulgence +in the sweets of candour and realism.</p> +<p>"This is my wife's doing, no doubt," said Mr. Prohack, limply +shaking hands.</p> +<p>"She called to see me, ostensibly about herself, but of course in +fact about you. However, I thought she needed a tonic, and I'll +write out the prescription while I'm here. Now what's the matter +with you?"</p> +<p>"No!" Mr. Prohack burst out, "I'm hanged if I'll tell you. I'm +not going to do your work for you. Find out."</p> +<p>Dr. Veiga examined, physically and orally, and then said: +"There's nothing at all the matter with you, my friend."</p> +<p>"That's just where you're mistaken," Mr. Prohack retorted. +"There's something rather serious the matter with me. I'm suffering +from grave complications. Only you can't help me. My +trouble is spiritual. Neither pills nor tonics can touch it. But +that doesn't make it any better."</p> +<p>"Try me," said Dr. Veiga. "I'm admirable on the common +physical ailments, and by this time I should have been universally +recognised as a great man if common ailments were uncommon; +because you know in my profession you never get any honour +unless you make a study of diseases so rare that nobody has them. +Discover a new disease, and save the life of some solitary nigger +who brought it to Liverpool, and you'll be a baronet in a fortnight +and a member of all the European academies in a month. +But study colds, indigestion and insomnia, and change a thousand +lives a year from despair to felicity, and no authority will take +the slightest notice of you ... As with physical, so with mental +diseases—or spiritual, if you like to call them so. You don't suspect +that in the common mental diseases I'm a regular benefactor +of mankind; but I am. I don't blame you for not knowing it, +because you're about the last person I should have thought susceptible +to any mental disease, and so you've had no chance of finding +out. Now, what is it?"</p> +<p>"Don't I tell you I'm suffering from horrible complications?" +cried Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"What kind of complications?"</p> +<p>"Every kind. My aim has always been to keep my life simple, +and I succeeded very well—perhaps too well—until I inherited +money. I don't mind money, but I do mind complications. I +don't want a large house—because it means complications. I desire +Sissie's happiness, but I hate weddings. I desire to be looked +after, but I hate strange servants. I can find pleasure in a motor-car, +but I hate even the risk of accidents. I have no objection to +an income, but I hate investments. And so on. All I ask is +to live simply and sensibly, but instead of that my existence is +transformed into a quadratic equation. And I can't stop it. My +happiness is not increasing—it's decreasing. I spend more and +more time in wondering whither I am going, what I am after, +and where precisely is the point of being alive at all. That's a +fact, and now you know it."</p> +<p>Dr. Veiga rose from his chair and deliberately sat down on +the side of his patient's bed. The gesture in itself was sufficiently +unprofessional, but he capped it with another of which probably +no doctor had ever been guilty in a British sick-room before; he +pulled out a pocket-knife and became his own manicure, surveying +his somewhat neglected hands with a benevolently critical +gaze, smiling at them as if to say: "What funny hands you are!"</p> +<p>And Mr. Prohack felt that the doctor was saying: "What a +funny Prohack you are!"</p> +<p>"My friend," said Dr. Veiga at length (with his voice), "my +friend, I will not conceal from you that your alarm was justified. +You are suffering from one of the commonest and one of the +gravest mental derangements. I'm surprised, but there it is. +You haven't yet discovered that it's the earth you're living on. +You fancy it may be Sirius, Uranus, Aldebaran or Jupiter—let +us say Jupiter. Perhaps in one of these worlds matters are +ordered differently, and their truth is not our truth; but let me +assure you that the name of your planet is the Earth and that on +the earth one great unalterable truth prevails. Namely:—You +can't do this"—here Dr. Veiga held up a pared and finished finger +and wagged it to and fro with solemnity—"you can't do this without +moving your finger ... You were aware of this great truth? +Then why are you upset because you can't wag your finger without +moving it?... Perhaps I'm being too subtle for you. Let me +put the affair in another way. You've lost sight of the supreme +earthly fact that everything has not merely a consequence, but +innumerable consequences. You knew when you married that you +were creating endless consequences, and now you want to limit +the consequences. You knew when you accepted a fortune that +you were creating endless consequences, and now you want to +limit them too. You want to alter the rules after the game has +started. You set in motion circumstances which were bound to +influence the development of the members of your family, and +when the inevitable new developments begin, you object, simply +because you hadn't foreseen them. You knew that money doesn't +effectively exist until it's spent and that you can't spend money +without causing consequences, and when your family causes consequences +by bringing the money to life you complain that you're +a martyr to the consequences and that you hadn't bargained for +complications. My poor friend, you have made one crucial mistake +in your career,—the mistake of being born. Happily the +mistake is curable. I can give you several prescriptions. The +first is prussic acid. If you don't care for that you can donate +the whole of your fortune to the Sinking Fund for extinguishing +the National Debt and you can return to the Treasury. If you +don't care for that you can leave your family mysteriously and +go and live in Timbuctoo by yourself. If you don't care for +that you can buy a whip and forbid your wife and daughter to +grow older or change in any way on pain of a hundred lashes. +And if you don't like that you can acquaint yourself with the +axioms that neither you nor anybody else are the centre of the +universe and that what you call complications are simply another +name for life itself. Worry is life, and life is worry. And the +absence of worry is death. I won't say to you that you're rich and +beloved and therefore you've nothing to worry about. I'll say +to you, you've got a lot to worry about because you're rich and +beloved.... I'll leave the other hand for to-morrow." Dr. Veiga +snapped down the blade of the pocket-knife.</p> +<p>"Platitudes!" ejaculated Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Certainly," agreed the quack. "But I've told you before that +it's by telling everybody what everybody knows that I earn my +living."</p> +<p>"I'll get up," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"And not too soon," said the quack. "Get up by all means and +deal with your worries. All worries can be dealt with."</p> +<p>"It doesn't make life any better," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Nothing makes life any better, except death—and there's a +disgusting rumour that there is no death. Where shall I find a +pencil, my dear fellow? I've forgotten mine, and I want to +prescribe Mrs. Prohack's tonic."</p> +<p>"In the boudoir there," said Mr. Prohack. "What the deuce are +you smiling at?"</p> +<p>"I'm smiling because I'm so glad to find you aren't so wise as +you look." And Dr. Veiga disappeared blithely into the boudoir.</p> +<p>Almost at the same moment Mimi knocked and entered. She +entered, stared harshly at Mr. Prohack, and then the corners of +her ruthless mouth twitched and loosened and she began to cry.</p> +<p>"Doctor," called Mr. Prohack, "come here at once." The doctor +came. "You say all worries can be dealt with? How should you +deal with this one?"</p> +<p>The doctor dropped a slip of paper on to the bed and walked +silently out of the room, precisely as Charlie had done.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>In regard to the effect of the sermon of Dr. Veiga on Mr. Prohack, +it was as if Mr. Prohack had been a desk with many drawers +and one drawer open, and the sermon had been dropped into the +drawer and the drawer slammed to and nonchalantly locked. The +drawer being locked, Mr. Prohack turned to the weeping figure in +front of him, which suddenly ceased to weep and became quite +collected and normal.</p> +<p>"Now, my child," said Mr. Prohack, "I have just been informed +that everything has a consequence. I've seen the consequence. +What is the thing?"</p> +<p>He was rather annoyed by Mimi's tears, but in his dangerous +characteristic desire to please, he could not keep kindness out of +his tone, and Mimi, reassured and comforted, began feebly to smile, +and also Mr. Prohack remarked that her mouth was acquiring +firmness again.</p> +<p>"I ought to tell you in explanation of anything of a personal +nature that I may have said to him in your presence, that the +gentleman just gone is my medical adviser, and I have no secrets +from him; in that respect he stands equal with you and above +everybody else in the world without exception. So you must +excuse my freedom in directing his attention to you."</p> +<p>"It's I who ought to apologise," said Miss Warburton, positively. +"But the fact is I hadn't the slightest idea that you weren't alone. +I was just a little bit upset because I understand that you want +to get rid of me."</p> +<p>"Ah!" murmured Mr. Prohaek, "who put that notion into your +absurd head?"</p> +<p>He knew he was exercising his charm, but he could not help +it.</p> +<p>"Mr. Charles. He's just been down to my room and told me."</p> +<p>"I hope you remembered what I said to you about your duty +so far as he is concerned."</p> +<p>"Of course, Mr. Prohack." She smiled anew; and her smile, +so clever, so self-reliant, so enigmatic, a little disturbed Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"What did my son say to you?"</p> +<p>"He said that he was urgently in need of a thoroughly competent +secretary at once—confidential—and that he was sure I was +the very woman to suit him, and that he would give me double +the salary I was getting."</p> +<p>"Did you tell him how much you're getting?"</p> +<p>"No."</p> +<p>"Well, neither did I! And then?"</p> +<p>"Then he told me all about his business, how big it was, and +growing quickly, too, and how he was after a young woman who +had tact and resource and could talk to any one from a bank +director to a mechanic or a clergyman, and that tens of thousands +of pounds might often depend on my tact, and that you wouldn't +mind my being transferred from you to him."</p> +<p>"And I suppose he asked you to go off with him immediately?"</p> +<p>"No, at the beginning of next week."</p> +<p>"And what did you say?" demanded Mr. Prohack, amazed and +frightened at the manoeuvres of his unscrupulous son.</p> +<p>"Naturally I said that I couldn't possibly leave you—unless you +told me to go, and that I owed everything to you. Then he +asked me what I did for you, and I said I was particularly busy +at present making a schedule of all your new purchases and +checking the outfitters' accounts, and so on. That reminds me, +I haven't been able to get the neckties right yet."</p> +<p>"Good heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack. "Not been able to +get the neckties right! But this is very serious. The neckties +are most important. Most important!"</p> +<p>"Oh!" said Mimi. "If necessary I shall run round to Bond +Street in my lunch-hour."</p> +<p>At this point the drawer in the desk started to unlock itself and +open of its own accord, and Mr. Prohack's eye caught a glimpse +of a page of the sermon.</p> +<p>Mimi continued:</p> +<p>"We mustn't forget there'll be hundreds of things to see to +about the new house."</p> +<p>"Will there?"</p> +<p>"Well, Mrs. Prohack told Machin, and Machin has just told +me, that it's all settled about taking the house. And I know +what taking a house is. Mr. Carrel Quire was always taking new +houses."</p> +<p>"But perhaps you could keep an eye on the house even if you +went over to Mr. Charles?"</p> +<p>"Then it's true," said Mimi. "You do want me to go." But +she showed no sign of weeping afresh.</p> +<p>"You must understand," Mr. Prohack said with much benevolence, +"that my son is my son. Of course my clothes are also +my clothes. But Charles is in a difficult position. He's at the +beginning of his career, whereas I'm at the end of mine. He +needs all the help he can get, and he can afford to pay more than +I can. And even at the cost of having to check my own neckties +I shouldn't like to stand in his way. That's how I look at it. +Mind you, I have certainly not told Charlie that I'll set you free."</p> +<p>"I quite see," said Mimi. "And naturally if you put it like +that—"</p> +<p>"You'll still be in the family."</p> +<p>"I shall be very sorry to leave you, Mr. Prohack."</p> +<p>"Doubtless. But you'll be even gladder to go over to Charles, +though with him you'll be more like a kettle tied to the tail of a +mad dog than a confidential secretary."</p> +<p>Mimi raised the tip of her nose.</p> +<p>"Excuse me, Mr. Prohack, I shall <i>not</i> be gladder to go over +to +Mr. Charles. Any girl will tell you that she prefers to work +for a man of your age than for a boy. Boys are not interesting."</p> +<p>"Yes," murmured Mr. Prohack. "A comfortable enough theory. +And I've already heard it more than once from girls. But I've +never seen any confirmation of it in practice. And I don't believe +it. I'll tell you something about yourself you don't know. You're +delighted to go over to my son. And if I'd refused to let you go +I should have had a martyr instead of a secretary. You want +adventure. You want a field for your remarkable talent for conspiracy +and chicane. You know by experience there's little scope +for it here. But under my son your days will be breathless.... +No, no! I don't wish to hear anything. Run away and get on +with your work. And you can telephone my decision to Charles. +I'm now going to get up and wear all my new neckties at once."</p> +<p>Miss Warburton departed in a state of emotion.</p> +<p>As, with all leisureliness, Mr. Prohack made himself beautiful +to behold, he reflected: "I'm very impulsive. I've simply thrown +that girl into the arms of that boy. Eve will have something to +say about it. Still, there's one complication off my chest."</p> +<p>Eve returned home as he was descending the stairs, and she +blew him upstairs again and shut the door of the bedroom and +pushed him into the privacy of the boudoir.</p> +<p>"It's all settled," said she. "I've signed the tenancy agreement +for a year. Charlie said I could, and it would save you trouble. +It doesn't matter the cheque for the first half-year's rent being +signed by you, only of course the house will be in my name. How +handsome you are, darling!" And she kissed him and re-tied one +of the new cravats. "But that's not what I wanted to tell you, +darling." Her face grew grave. "Do you know I'm rather troubled +about Charlie—and your friend Lady Massulam. They're off +again this morning."</p> +<p>"My friend?"</p> +<p>"Well, you know she adores you. It would be perfectly awful +if—if—well, you understand what I mean. I hear she really is +a widow, so that—well, you understand what I mean! I'm convinced +she's at least thirty years older than Charlie. But you +see she's French, and French women are so clever.... You +can never be sure with them."</p> +<p>"Fluttering heart," said Mr. Prohack, suddenly inspired. +"Don't get excited. I've thought of all that already, and I've +taken measures to guard against it. I'm going to give Charlie +my secretary. She'll see that Lady Massulam doesn't make any +more headway, trust her!"</p> +<p>"Arthur, how clever you are! Nobody but you would have +thought of that. But isn't it a bit dangerous, too? You see—don't +you?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack shook his head.</p> +<p>"I gather you've been reading the love-story in <i>The Daily Picture</i>," +said he. "In <i>The Daily Picture</i> the typist always marries +the millionaire. But outside <i>The Daily Picture</i> I doubt whether +these romantic things really happen. There are sixty-five thousand +girls typists in the City alone, besides about a million in +Whitehall. The opportunities for espousing millionaires and ministers +of state are countless. But no girl-typist has been married +at St. George's, Hanover Square, since typewriters were invented."</p> +<hr noshade="noshade" style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XVII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h2>ROMANCE</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>The very next day Mr. Prohack had a plutocratic mood of +overbearingness, which led to a sudden change in his location—the +same being transferred to Frinton-on-Sea. The mood was +brought about by a visit to the City, at the summons of Paul +Spinner; and the visit included conversations not only with Paul, +but with Smathe and Smathe, the solicitors, and with a firm of +stockbrokers. Paul handed over to his crony saleable securities, +chiefly in the shape of scrip of the greatest oil-combine and its +subsidiaries, for a vast amount, and advised Mr. Prohack to +hold on to them, as, owing to the present depression due to the +imminence of a great strike, they were likely to be "marked +higher" before Mr. Prohack was much older. Mr. Prohack declined +the advice, and he also declined the advice of solicitors and +stockbrokers, who were both full of wisdom and of devices for +increasing capital values. What these firms knew about the +future, and about the consequences of causes and about "the +psychology of the markets" astounded the simple Terror of the +departments; and it was probably unanswerable. But, being full +of riches, Mr. Prohack did not trouble to answer it; he merely +swept it away with a tyrannical and impatient gesture, which +gesture somehow mysteriously established him at once as a great +authority on the art of investment.</p> +<p>"Now listen to me," said he imperiously, and the manipulators +of shares listened, recalling to themselves that Mr. Prohack had +been a Treasury official for over twenty years and must therefore +be worth hearing—although the manipulators commonly spent +many hours a week in asserting, in the press and elsewhere, that +Treasury officials comprehended naught of finance. "Now listen +to me. I don't care a hang about my capital. It may decrease +or increase, and I shan't care. All I care for is my interest. +I want to be absolutely sure that my interest will tumble automatically +into my bank on fixed dates. No other consideration +touches me. I'm not a gambler. I'm not a usurer. Industrial +development leaves me cold, and if I should ever feel any +desire to knit the Empire closer together I'll try to do it without +making a profit out of it. At the moment all I'm after is certain, +sure, fixed interest. Hence—Government securities, British +Government or Colonial! Britain is of course rotten to the core, +always was, always will be. Still, I'll take my chances. I'm +infernally insular where investment is concerned. There's one +thing to be said about the British Empire—you do know where +you are in it. And I don't mind some municipal stocks. I even +want some. I can conceive the smash-up of the British Empire, +but I cannot conceive Manchester defaulting in its interest payments. +Can you?" And he looked round and paused for a reply, +and no reply came. Nobody dared to boast himself capable of +conceiving Manchester's default.</p> +<p>Towards the end of the arduous day Mr. Prohack departed from +the City, leaving behind him an immense reputation for financial +sagacity, and a scheme of investment under which he could +utterly count upon a modest regular income of £17,000 per annum. +He was sacrificing over £5,000 per annum in order to be free +from an investor's anxieties, and he reckoned that his peace of +mind was cheap at a hundred pounds a week. This detail alone +shows to what an extent the man's taste for costly luxuries had +grown.</p> +<p>Naturally he arrived home swollen. Now it happened that +Eve also, by reason of her triumph in regard to the house in +Manchester Square, had swelled head. A conflict of individualities +occurred. A trifle, even a quite pleasant trifle! Nothing +that the servants might not hear with advantage. But before +you could say 'knife' Mr. Prohack had said that he would go +away for a holiday and abandon Eve to manage the removal to +Manchester Square how she chose, and Eve had leapt on to the +challenge and it was settled that Mr. Prohack should go to +Frinton-on-Sea.</p> +<p>Eve selected Frinton-on-Sea for him because Dr. Veiga had +recommended it for herself. She had a broad notion of marriage +as a commonwealth. She loved to take Mr. Prohack's +medicines, and she was now insisting on his taking her watering-places. +Mr. Prohack said that the threatened great strike might +prevent his journey. Pooh! She laughed at such fears. She +drove him herself to Liverpool Street.</p> +<p>"You may see your friend Lady Massulam," said she, as the +car entered the precincts of the station. (Once again he was +struck by the words 'your friend' prefixed to Lady Massulam; +but he offered no comment on them.)</p> +<p>"Why Lady Massulam?" he asked.</p> +<p>"Didn't you know she's got a house at Frinton?" replied Mrs. +Prohack. "Everybody has in these days. It's the thing."</p> +<p>She didn't see him into the train, because she was in a hurry +about butlers. Mr. Prohack was cast loose in the booking-hall +and had a fine novel sensation of freedom.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<p>Never since marriage had he taken a holiday alone—never +desired to do so. He felt himself to be on the edge of romance. +Frinton, for example, presented itself as a city of romance. He +knew it not, knew scarcely any English seaside, having always +managed to spend his holidays abroad; but Frinton must, he was +convinced, be strangely romantic. The train thither had an aspect +which strengthened this conviction. It consisted largely of first-class +coaches, and in the window of nearly every first-class compartment +and saloon was exhibited a notice: "This compartment +(or saloon) is reserved for members of the North Essex +Season-Ticket-Holders +Association." Mr. Prohack, being still somewhat +swollen, decided that he was a member of the North Essex +Season-Ticket-Holders +Association and acted accordingly. Otherwise he +might never have reached Frinton.</p> +<p>He found himself in a sort of club, about sixty feet by six, +where everybody knew everybody except Mr. Prohack, and where +cards and other games, tea and other drinks, tobacco and other +weeds, were being played and consumed in an atmosphere of the +utmost conviviality. Mr. Prohack was ignored, but he was not +objected to. His fellow-travellers regarded him cautiously, as a +new chum. The head attendant and dispenser was very affable, +as to a promising neophyte. Only the ticket-inspector singled +him out from all the rest by stopping in front of him.</p> +<p>"My last hour has come," thought Mr. Prohack as he produced +his miserable white return-ticket.</p> +<p>All stared; the inspector stared; but nothing happened. Mr. +Prohack had a sense of reprieve, and also of having been baptised +or inducted into a secret society. He listened heartily to +forty conversations about physical diversions and luxuries and +about the malignant and fatuous wrong-headedness of men who +went on strike, and about the approaching catastrophic end of +all things.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, at any rate in the coach, the fabric of society seemed +to be holding together fairly well. Before the train was half-way +to Frinton Mr. Prohack judged—and rightly—that he was already +there. The fact was that he had been there ever since entering +the saloon. After two hours the train, greatly diminished in +length, came to rest in the midst of a dark flatness, and the entire +population of the coach vanished out of it in the twinkling of +an eye, and Mr. Prohack saw the name 'Frinton' on a flickering +oil-lamp, and realised that he was at the gates of the most fashionable +resort in England, a spot where even the ozone was exclusive. +The station staff marvelled at him because he didn't know +where the Majestic Hotel was and because he asked without notice +for a taxi, fly, omnibus or anything on wheels. All the other +passengers had disappeared. The exclusive ozone was heavy with +exciting romance for Mr. Prohack as the station staff considered his +unique and incomprehensible case. Then a tiny omnibus materialised +out of the night.</p> +<p>"Is this the Majestic bus?" Mr. Prohack enquired of the driver.</p> +<p>"Well, it is if you like, sir," the driver answered.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack did like....</p> +<p>The Majestic was large and prim, resembling a Swiss hotel +in its furniture, the language and composition of the menu, the +dialect of the waiters; but it was about fifteen degrees colder than +the highest hotel in Switzerland. The dining-room was shaded +with rose-shaded lamps and it susurrated with the polite whisperings +of elegant couples and trios, and the entremet was cabinet +pudding: a fine display considering the depth of winter and of +the off-season.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack went off after dinner for a sharp walk in the east +wind. Solitude! Blackness! Night! East wind in the bushes of +gardens that shielded the façades of large houses! Not a soul! +Not a policeman! He descended precariously to the vast, smooth +beach. The sound of the sea! Romance! Mr. Prohack seemed to +walk for miles, like Ozymandias, on the lone and level sands. +Then he fancied he descried a moving object. He was not mistaken. +It approached him. It became a man and a woman. It +became a man and a young woman arm-in-arm and soul-in-soul. +And there was nothing but the locked couple, and the sound of the +invisible, immeasurable sea, and the east wind, and Mr. Prohack. +Romance thrilled through Mr. Prohack's spine.</p> +<p>"So I said to him," the man was saying to the young woman +as the pair passed Mr. Prohack, "I said to him 'I could do with +a pint o' that,' I said."</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>The next morning Mr. Prohack rose with alacrity from a hard +bed, and was greeted in the hall by the manager of the hotel, an +enormous, middle-aged, sun-burnt, jolly person in flannels and an +incandescent blazer, who asked him about his interests in golf +and hard-court tennis. Mr. Prohack, steeped as he felt himself +to be in strange romance, was prepared to be interested in these +games, but the self-protective instinct warned him that since these +games could not be played alone they would, if he indulged in +them, bring him into contact with people who might prove tedious. +He therefore changed the conversation and asked whether he could +have strawberry jam to his breakfast. The manager's face instantly +changed, hardening to severity. Was Mr. Prohack eccentric? +Did he desire to disturb the serene habits of the hotel? +The manager promised to see. He did see, and announced that +he was 'afraid' that Mr. Prohack could not have strawberry jam +to his breakfast. And Mr. Prohack said to himself: "What would +my son Charles have done?" During a solitary breakfast (with +blackberry jam) in the huge dining-room, Mr. Prohack decided that +Charles would have approached the manager differently.</p> +<p>After breakfast he saw the manager again, and he did not +enquire from the manager whether there was any chance of hiring +a motor-car. He said briefly:</p> +<p>"I want to hire a car, please. It must be round here in half an +hour, sharp."</p> +<p>"I will attend to the matter myself," said the manager humbly.</p> +<p>The car kept the rendezvous, and Mr. Prohack inspected Frinton +from the car. He admired the magnificent reserve of Frinton, +which was the most English place he had ever seen. The houses +gave nothing away; the shivering shopping ladies in the streets +gave nothing away; and certainly the shops gave nothing away. +The newspaper placards announced what seemed to be equivalent +to the end of the existing social order; but Frinton apparently +did not blench nor tremble; it went calmly and powerfully forward +into the day (which was Saturday), relying upon the great British +axiom: "To ignore is to destroy." It ignored the end of the +existing social order, and lo! there was no end. Up and down +various long and infinitely correct avenues of sheltered homes +drove Mr. Prohack, and was everywhere baffled in his human desire +to meet Frinton half-way. He stopped the car at the Post Office +and telegraphed to his wife: "No strawberry jam in this city. +Love. Arthur." The girl behind the counter said: "One and a +penny, please," and looked hard at him. Five minutes later he +returned to the Post Office and telegraphed to his wife: "Omitted +to say in previous telegram that Frinton is the greatest expression +of Anglo-Saxon character I have ever encountered. Love. +Arthur." The girl behind the counter said: "Two and three, +please," stared harder at him, and blushed. Perceiving the blush, +Mr. Prohack at once despatched a third telegram to his wife: +"But it has charming weaknesses. Love. Arthur." Extraordinarily +happy and gay, he drove out of Frinton to see the remainder +of North East Essex in the enheartening east wind.</p> +<p>In the evening he fell asleep in the lounge while waiting for +dinner, having dressed a great deal too soon and being a great +deal too full of east wind. When he woke up he noticed a different +atmosphere in the hotel. Youth and brightness had entered it. +The lounge had vivacity and expectation; and Mr. Prohack learned +that Saturday night was gala, with a dance and special bridge. +Not even the news that the star-guest of the hotel, Lord Partick, +was suddenly indisposed and confined to his room could dash the +new optimism of the place.</p> +<p>At dinner the manager walked around the little tables and +gorgeously babbled with diners about the sportive feats of the day. +And Mr. Prohack, seeing that his own turn was coming, began +to feel as if he was on board a ship. He feared the worst and the +worst came.</p> +<p>"Perhaps you'd like to make a fourth at bridge. If so—" said +the manager jollily. "Or perhaps you dance. If so—"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack shut his eyes and gave forth vague affirmatives.</p> +<p>And as soon as the manager had left him he gazed around the +room at the too-blonde women young and old and wondered fearfully +which would be his portion for bridge or dance. In the +lounge after dinner he ignited a cigar and watched the lighting +up of the ball-room (ordinarily the drawing-room) and the entry +of the musicians therein. Then he observed the manager chatting +with two haughty beldames and an aged gentleman, and they +all three cast assaying glances upon Mr. Prohack, and Mr. Prohack +knew that he had been destined for bridge, not dancing, and +the manager moved towards him, and Mr. Prohack breathed his +last sigh but one....</p> +<p>But the revolving doors at the entrance revolved, and out of +the Frintonian night appeared Lady Massulam, magnificently +enveloped. Seldom had Mr. Prohack's breast received a deeper +draught of mingled astonishment and solace. Hitherto he had +not greatly cared for Lady Massulam, and could not see what +Charlie saw in her. Now he saw what Charlie saw and perhaps +more also. She had more than dignity,—she had style. And she +femininely challenged. She was like a breeze on the French shore +to a British barque cruising dully in the Channel. She welcomed +the sight of Mr. Prohack, and her greeting of him made a considerable +change in the managerial attitude towards the unassuming +Terror of the departments. The manager respectfully +informed Lady Massulam that Lord Partick was indisposed, and +respectfully took himself off. Lady Massulam and Mr. Prohack +then proceeded to treat each other like new toys. Mr. Prohack had +to explain why he was at Frinton, and Lady Massulam explained +that whenever she was in Frinton at the week-end she always +came to the Majestic to play bridge with old Lord Partick. It +flattered him; she liked him, though he had bought his peerage; +he was a fine player—so was she; and lastly they had had business +relations, and financially Lord Partick watched over her as over +a young girl.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was relieved thus to learn that Lady Massulam +had not strolled into the Majestic Hotel, Frinton, to play bridge +with nobody in particular. Still, she was evidently well known +to the habitués, several of whom approached to greet her. She +temporised with them in her calm Latin manner, neither encouraging +nor discouraging their advances, and turning back to Mr. +Prohack by her side at every surcease.</p> +<p>"We shall be compelled to play bridge if we do not take care," +she murmured in his ear, as a dowager larger than herself loomed +up.</p> +<p>"Yes," murmured Mr. Prohack, "I've been feeling the danger +ever since dinner. Will you dance with me,—not of course as a +pleasure—I won't flatter myself—but as a means of salvation?"</p> +<p>The dowager bore down with a most definite suggestion for +bridge in the card-room. Lady Massulam definitely stated that +she was engaged to dance....</p> +<p>Well, of course Lady Massulam was something of a galleon herself; +but she was a beautiful dancer; that is to say, she responded +perfectly to the male volition; she needed no pushing and no +pulling; she moved under his will as lightly as a young girl. Her +elaborately dressed hair had an agreeable scent; her complexion +was a highly successful achievement; everything about her had +a quiet and yet a dazzling elegance which had been obtained regard-less +of expense. As for her figure, it was on a considerable scale, +but its important contours had a soft and delicate charm. And +all that was nothing in the estimation of Mr. Prohack compared +with her glance. At intervals in the fox-trot he caught the +glance. It was arch, flirtatious, eternally youthful, challenging; +and it expressed pleasure in the fox-trot. Mr. Prohack was dancing +better than ever before in his career as a dancer. She made +him dance better. She was not the same woman whom he had +first met at lunch at the Grand Babylon Hotel. She was a new +revelation, packed with possibilities. Mr. Prohack recalled his +wife's phrase: "You know she adores you." He hadn't known. +Honestly such an idea had not occurred to him. But did she +adore him? Not "adore"—naturally—but had she a bit of a +fancy for him?</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack became the youngest man in the room,—an extraordinary +case of rejuvenescence. He surveyed the room with +triumph. He sniffed up the brassy and clicking music into his +vibrating nostrils. He felt no envy of any man in the room. When +the band paused he clapped like a child for another dose of fox-trot. +At the end of the third dose they were both a little breathless +and they had ices. After a waltz they both realised that +excess would be imprudent, and returned to the lounge.</p> +<p>"I wish you'd tell me something about my son," said Mr. Prohack. +"I think you must be the greatest living authority on him."</p> +<p>"Here?" exclaimed Lady Massulam.</p> +<p>"Anywhere. Any time."</p> +<p>"It would be safer at my house," said Lady Massulam. "But +before I go I must just write a little note to Lord Partick. He +will expect it."</p> +<p>That was how she invited him to The Lone Cedar, the same +being her famous bungalow on the Front.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>"Your son," said Lady Massulam, in a familiar tone, but most +reassuringly like an aunt of Charlie's, after she had explained +how they had met in Glasgow through being distantly connected +by the same business deal, and how she had been impressed by +Charlie's youthful capacity, "your son has very great talent +for big affairs, but he is now playing a dangerous game—far more +dangerous than he imagines, and he will not be warned. He is +selling something he hasn't got before he knows what price he will +have to pay for it."</p> +<p>"Ah!" breathed Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>They were sitting together in the richly ornamented bungalow +drawing-room, by the fire. Lady Massulam sat up straight in her +sober and yet daring evening frock. Mr. Prohack lounged with +formless grace in a vast easy-chair neighbouring a whiskey-and-soda. +She had not asked him to smoke; he did not smoke, and he +had no wish to smoke. She was a gorgeously mature specimen of +a woman. He imagined her young, and he decided that he preferred +the autumn to the spring. She went on talking of finance.</p> +<p>"She is moving in regions that Eve can never know," he +thought. "But how did Eve perceive that she had taken a fancy +to me?"</p> +<p>The alleged danger to Charlie scarcely disturbed him. Her +appreciation or depreciation of Charlie interested him only in so +far as it was a vehicle for the expression of her personality. He +had never met such a woman. He responded to her with a vivacity +that surprised himself. He looked surreptitiously round the room, +brilliantly lighted here, and there obscure, and he comprehended +how every detail of its varied sumptuosity aptly illustrated her +mind and heart. His own heart was full of quite new sensations.</p> +<p>"Of course," she was saying, "if Charles is to become the really +great figure that he might be, he will have to cure his greatest +fault, and perhaps it is incurable."</p> +<p>"I know what that is," said Mr. Prohack, softly but positively.</p> +<p>"What is it?" Her glance met his.</p> +<p>"His confounded reserve, lack of elasticity, lack of adaptability. +The old British illusion that everything will come to him who +won't budge. Why, it's a ten-horse-power effort for him even to +smile!"</p> +<p>Lady Massulam seemed to leap from her chair, and she broke +swiftly into French:</p> +<p>"Oh! You comprehend then, you? If you knew what I have +suffered in your terrible England! But you do not suspect what +I have suffered! I advance myself. They retire before me. I +advance myself again. They retire again. I open. They close. +Do they begin? Never! It is always I who must begin! Do I +make a natural gesture—they say to themselves, 'What a strange +woman! How indiscreet! But she is foreign.' They lift their +shoulders. Am I frank—they pity me. They give themselves +never! They are shut like their lips over their long teeth. Ah, +but they have taught me. In twenty years have I not learnt the +lesson? There is nobody among you who can be more shut-tight +than me. I flatter myself that I can be more terrible than any +English woman or man. You do not catch me now! But what +a martyrdom!... I might return to France? No! I am +become too English. In Paris I should resemble an <i>émigrée</i>. +And +people would say: 'What is that? It is like nothing at all. It +has no name.' Besides, I like you English. You are terrible, +but one can count on you.... <i>Vous y êtes?</i>"</p> +<p>"<i>J'y suis</i>," replied Mr. Prohack, ravished.</p> +<p>Lady Massulam in her agitation picked up the tumbler and +sipped.</p> +<p>"Pardon!" she cried, aghast. "It is yours," and planked the +tumbler down again on the lacquered table.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had the wit to drink also. They went on talking.... +A silver tongue vibrated from the hall with solemn +British deliberation—One! Two! The air throbbed to the sound +for many seconds.</p> +<p>"Good heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack, rising in alarm. "And +this is Frinton!" She let him out herself, with all soft precautions +against shocking the Frintonian world. His manner of +regaining the Majestic Hotel can only be described by saying that +he 'effected an entrance' into it. He went to bed but not to +sleep.</p> +<p>"What the deuce has happened to me?" he asked himself +amazed. "Is it anything serious? Or am I merely English after +all?"</p> +<br /> +<h3>V</h3> +<p>Late the next morning, when he was dreaming, a servant awoke +him with the information that a chauffeur was demanding him. +But he was sleepy and slept again. Between noon and one o'clock +he encountered the chauffeur. It was Carthew, who stated that +his mistress had sent him with the car. She felt that he would +need the car to go about in. As for her, she would manage +without it.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack remained silent for a few moments and then said:</p> +<p>"Be ready to start in a quarter of an hour."</p> +<p>"Before lunch, sir?"</p> +<p>"Before lunch."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack paid his bill and packed.</p> +<p>"Which way, sir?" Carthew asked, as the Eagle moved from +under the portico of the hotel.</p> +<p>"There is only one road out of Frinton," said Mr. Prohack. +"It's the road you came in by. Take it. I want to get off as +quickly as possible. The climate of this place is the most dangerous +and deceptive I was ever in."</p> +<p>"Really, sir!" responded Carthew, polite but indifferent. "The +east wind I suppose, sir?"</p> +<p>"Not at all. The south wind."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h2>A HOMELESS NIGHT</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>How exhilarating (Mr. Prohack found it) to be on the road +without a destination! It was Sunday morning, and the morning +was marvellous for the time of year. Mr. Prohack had had a very +fine night, and he now felt a curious desire to defy something or +somebody, to defend himself, and to point out, if any one accused +him of cowardice, that he had not retreated from danger until +after he had fairly affronted it. More curious still was the double, +self-contradictory sensation of feeling both righteous and sinful. +He would have spurned a charge of wickedness, and yet the feeling +of being wicked was really very jolly. He seemed to have begun +a new page of life, and then to have ripped the page away—and +possibly spoilt the whole book. Deference to Eve, of course! +Respect for Eve! Or was it merely that he must always be able +to look Eve in the face? In sending the car for his idle use, Eve +had performed a master-stroke which laid him low by its kindliness, +its wifeliness, its touches of perverse self-sacrifice and of vague, +delicate malice. Lady Massulam hung in the vast hollow of his +mind, a brilliant and intensely seductive figure; but Eve hung +there too, and Mr. Prohack was obliged to admit that the simple +Eve was holding her own.</p> +<p>"My sagacity is famous," said Mr. Prohack to himself. "And +I never showed more of it than in leaving Frinton instantly. Few +men would have had the sense and the resolution to do it." And +he went on praising himself to himself. Such was the mood of +this singular man.</p> +<p>Hunger—Mr. Prohack's hunger—drew them up at Frating, a +village a few miles short of Colchester. The inn at Frating had +been constructed ages earlier entirely without reference to the fact +that it is improper for certain different types of humanity to eat +or drink in each other's presence. In brief, there was obviously +only one dining-room, and not a series of dining-rooms classified +according to castes. Mr. Prohack, free, devil-may-care and original, +said to his chauffeur:</p> +<p>"You'd better eat with me, Carthew."</p> +<p>"You're very kind, sir," said Carthew, and at once sat down and +ceased to be a chauffeur.</p> +<p>"Well, I haven't been seeing much of you lately," Mr. Prohack +edged forward into the fringes of intimacy when three glasses of +beer and three slices of Derby Round had been unequally divided +between them, "have I?"</p> +<p>"No, sir."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had in truth been seeing Carthew almost daily; but +on this occasion he used the word "see" in a special sense.</p> +<p>"That boy of yours getting on all right?"</p> +<p>"Pretty fair, considering he's got no mother, if you understand +what I mean, sir," replied Carthew, pushing back his chair, +stretching out his legs, and picking his teeth with a fork.</p> +<p>"Ah! yes!" said Mr. Prohack commiseratingly. "Very awkward +situation for you, that is."</p> +<p>"It isn't awkward for me, sir. It's my boy it's awkward for. +I'm as right as rain."</p> +<p>"No chance of the lady coming back, I suppose?"</p> +<p>"Well, she'd better not try," said Carthew grimly.</p> +<p>"But does this mean you've done with the sex, at your age?" +cried Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"I don't say as I've <i>done</i> with the sex, sir. Male and female +created He them, as the good old Book says; and I'm not going +behind that. No, not me! All I say is, I'm as right as rain—<i>for</i> +the present—and she'd better not try."</p> +<p>"I bet you anything you won't keep it up," said Mr. Prohack, +impetuously exceeding the limits of inter-caste decorum.</p> +<p>"Keep what up?"</p> +<p>"This attitude of yours."</p> +<p>"I won't bet, sir," said Carthew. "Because nobody can see +round a corner. But I promise you I'll never take a woman +<i>seriously</i> again. That's the mistake we make, taking 'em +seriously. +You see, sir, being a chauffeur in the early days of motor-cars, I've +had a tidy bit of experience, if you understand what I mean. Because +in them days a chauffeur was like what an air-pilot is to-day. +He didn't have to ask, he didn't. And what I say is this—I say +we're mugs to take 'em seriously."</p> +<p>"You think we are!" bubbled Mr. Prohack emptily, perceiving +that he had to do with an individual whom misfortune had +rendered impervious to argument.</p> +<p>"I do, sir. And what's more, I say you never know where you +are with any woman."</p> +<p>"That I agree with," said Mr. Prohack, with a polite show of +eagerness. "But you're cutting yourself off from a great deal you +know, Carthew," he added, thinking magnificently upon his adventure +with Lady Massulam.</p> +<p>"There's a rare lot as would like to be in my place," murmured +Carthew with bland superiority. "If it's all the same to you, sir, +I'll just go and give her a look over before we start again." He +scraped his chair cruelly over the wood floor, rose, and ceased to +be an authority on women.</p> +<p>It was while exercising his privilege of demanding, awaiting, +and paying the bill, that Mr. Prohack happened to see, at the +other end of the long, empty dining-room table, a copy of <i>The +Sunday Picture</i>, which was the Sabbath edition of <i>The Daily +Picture</i>. He got up and seized it, expecting it to be at least a +week old. It proved, however, to be as new and fresh as it could +be. Mr. Prohack glanced with inimical tolerance at its pages, +until his eye encountered the portraits of two ladies, both known +to him, side by side. One was Miss Eliza Fiddle, the rage of the +West End, and the other was Mrs. Arthur Prohack, wife of the +well-known Treasury official. The portraits were juxtaposed, it +seemed, because Miss Eliza Fiddle had just let her lovely home +in Manchester Square to Mrs. Arthur Prohack.</p> +<p>The shock of meeting Eve in <i>The Sunday Picture</i> was terrible, +but equally terrible to Mr. Prohack was the discovery of his +ignorance in regard to the ownership of the noble mansion. He +had understood—or more correctly he had been given to understand—that +the house and its contents belonged to a certain peer, +whose taste in the arts was as celebrated as that of his lordly +forefathers +had been. Assuredly neither Eliza Fiddle nor anybody like +her could have been responsible for the exquisite decorations and +furnishings of that house. On the other hand, it would have +been very characteristic of Eliza Fiddle to leave the house as +carelessly as it had been left, with valuable or invaluable bibelots +lying about all over the place. Almost certainly Eliza Fiddle must +have had some sort of effective ownership of the place. He knew +that dazzling public favourites did sometimes enjoy astounding +and mysterious luck in the matter of luxurious homes, and that +some of them progressed through a series of such homes, each more +inexplicable than the last. He would not pursue the enquiry, +even in his own mind. He had of course no grudge against the +efficient and strenuous Eliza, for he was perfectly at liberty not to +pay money in order to see her. She must be an exceedingly clever +woman; and it was not in him to cast stones. Yet, Pharisaical +snob, he did most violently resent that she should be opposite his +wife in <i>The Sunday Picture....</i> Eve! Eve! A few short +weeks ago, and you made a mock of women who let themselves +get into <i>The Daily Picture</i>. And now you are there yourself! +(But so, and often, was the siren Lady Massulam! A ticklish +thing, criticism of life!)</p> +<p>And there was another point, as sharp as any. Ozzie Morfey +must have known, Charlie must have known, Sissie must have +known, Eve herself must have known, that the <i>de facto</i> owner of +the noble mansion was Eliza Fiddle. And none had vouchsafed +the truth to him.</p> +<p>"We'll struggle back to town I think," said Mr. Prohack to Carthew, +with a pitiable affectation of brightness. And instead of +sitting by Carthew's side, as previously, he sat behind, and +reflected upon the wisdom of Carthew. He had held that Carthew's +views were warped by a peculiar experience. He now saw +that they were not warped at all, but shapely, sane and +incontrovertible.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<p>That evening, soon after dark, the Eagle, dusty and unkempt +from a journey which had not been free from mishaps, rolled up +to the front-door of Mr. Prohack's original modest residence +behind Hyde Park; and Mr. Prohack jumped out; and Carthew +came after him with two bags. The house was as dark as the +owner's soul; not a gleam of light in any window. Mr. Prohack +produced his familiar latch-key, scraped round the edge of the +key-hole, +savagely pushed in the key, and opened the door. There +was still no light nor sign of life. Mr. Prohack paused on the +threshold, and then his hand instinctively sought the electric switch +and pulled it down. No responsive gleam!</p> +<p>"Machin!" called Mr. Prohack, as it were plaintively.</p> +<p>No sound.</p> +<p>"I am a fool," thought Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>He struck a match and walked forward delicately, peering. He +descried an empty portmanteau lying on the stairs. He shoved +against the dining-room door, which was ajar, and lit another +match, and started back. The dining-room was full of ghosts, +furniture sheeted in dust-sheets; and a newspaper had been made +into a cap over his favourite Chippendale clock. He retreated.</p> +<p>"Put those bags into the car again," he said to Carthew, who +stood hesitant on the vague whiteness of the front-step.</p> +<p>How much did Carthew know? Mr. Prohack was too proud to +ask. Carthew was no longer an authority on women lunching +with an equal; he was a servitor engaged and paid on the clear +understanding that he should not speak until spoken to.</p> +<p>"Drive to Claridge's Hotel," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>At the entrance to the hotel the party was received by gigantic +uniformed guards with all the respect due to an Eagle. Ignoring +the guards, Mr. Prohack passed imperially within to the reception +office.</p> +<p>"I want a bedroom, a sitting-room and a bath-room, please."</p> +<p>"A private suite, sir?"</p> +<p>"A private suite."</p> +<p>"What—er—kind, sir? We have—"</p> +<p>"The best," said Mr. Prohack, with finality. He signed his name +and received a ticket.</p> +<p>"Please have my luggage taken out of the car, and tell my +chauffeur I shall want him at ten o'clock to-morrow morning, and +that he should take the car to the hotel-garage, wherever it is, +and sleep here. I will have some tea at once in my sitting-room."</p> +<p>The hotel-staff, like all hotel-staffs, loved a customer who knew +his mind with precision and could speak it. Mr. Prohack was +admirably served.</p> +<p>After tea he took a bath because he could think of nothing else +to do. The bath, as baths will, inspired him with an idea. He +set out on foot to Manchester Square, and having reached the +Square cautiously followed the side opposite to the noble mansion. +The noble mansion blazed with lights through the wintry trees. +It resembled the set-piece of a pyrotechnic display. Mr. Prohack +shivered in the dank evening. Then he observed that blinds and +curtains were being drawn in the noble mansion, shutting out +from its superb nobility the miserable, crude, poverty-stricken +world. With the exception of the glow in the fan light over the +majestic portals, the noble mansion was now as dark as Mr. Prohack's +other house.</p> +<p>He shut his lips, steeled himself, and walked round the Square +to the noble mansion and audaciously rang the bell. He had to +wait. He shook guiltily, as though he, and no member of his +family, had sinned. A little more, and his tongue would have +cleaved to the gold of his upper denture. The double portals +swung backwards. Mr. Prohack beheld the portly form of an intensely +traditional butler, and behind the butler a vista of outer +and inner halls and glimpses of the soaring staircase. He heard, +somewhere in the distance of the interior, the ringing laugh of +his daughter Sissie.</p> +<p>The butler looked carelessly down upon him, and, as Mr. Prohack +uttered no word, challenged him.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir?"</p> +<p>"Is Mrs. Prohack at home?"</p> +<p>"No, sir." (Positively.)</p> +<p>"Is Miss Prohack at home?"</p> +<p>"No, sir." (More positively.)</p> +<p>"Oh!"</p> +<p>"Will you leave your name, sir?"</p> +<p>"No."</p> +<p>Abruptly Mr. Prohack turned away. He had had black moments +in his life. This was the blackest.</p> +<p>Of course he might have walked right in, and said to the butler: +"Here's a month's wages. Hook it." But he was a peculiar fellow, +verging sometimes on silliness. He merely turned away. The +vertiginous rapidity of his wife's developments, manoeuvres and +transformations had dazed him into a sort of numbed idiocy. In +two days, in a day, with no warning to him of her extraordinary +precipitancy, she had 'flitted'!</p> +<p>At Claridge's, through giving Monsieur Charles, the <i>maitre d' +hôtel</i>, carte blanche in the ordering of his dinner and then +only +half-eating his dinner, Mr. Prohack failed somewhat to maintain +his prestige, though he regained ground towards the end by means +of champagne and liqueurs. The black-and-gold restaurant was +full of expensive persons who were apparently in ignorance of the +fact that the foundations of the social fabric had been riven. They +were all gay; the music was gay; everything was gay except Mr. +Prohack—the sole living being in the place who conformed in +face and heart to the historical conception of the British Sunday.</p> +<p>But Mr. Prohack was not now a man,—he was a grievance; he +was the most deadly kind of grievance, the irrational kind. A +superlatively fine cigar did a little—not much—to solace him. He +smoked it with scientific slowness, and watched the restaurant +empty itself.... He was the last survivor in the restaurant; +and fifteen waiters and two hundred and fifty electric lamps were +keeping him in countenance. Then his wandering, enfeebled attention +heard music afar off, and he remembered some remark of +Sissie's to the effect that Claridge's was the best place for dancing +in London on Sunday nights. He would gaze Byronically upon +the dance. He signed his bill and mooned towards the ball-room, +which was full of radiant couples: a dazzling scene, fit to mark +the end of an epoch and of a society.</p> +<p>The next thing was that he had an absurd delusion of seeing +Sissie and Charlie locked together amid the couples. He might +have conquered this delusion, but it was succeeded by another,—the +illusion of seeing Ozzie Morfey and Eve locked together amid +the couples.... Yes, they were there, all four of them. At first +Mr. Prohack was amazed, as at an unprecedented coincidence. +But he perceived that the coincidence was not after all so amazing. +They had done what they had to do in the way of settling +Eve into the noble mansion, and then they had betaken themselves +to the nearest and the best dancing resort for the rest of the +evening. Nothing could be more natural.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack might have done all manner of feats. What he +actually did do was to fly like a criminal to the lift and seek his +couch.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>The next morning at ten o'clock a strange thing happened. The +hotel clocks showed the hour and Mr. Prohack's watch showed the +hour, and Carthew was not there with the car. Mr. Prohack +could not understand this unnatural failure to appear on the +part of Carthew, for Carthew had never been known to be late +(save when interfered with by Mimi), and therefore never could +be late. Mr. Prohack fretted for a quarter of an hour, and then +caused the hotel-garage to be telephoned to. The car had left the +garage at nine-fifty. Mr. Prohack went out for a walk, not ostensibly, +but really, to look for the car in the streets of London! +(Such was his diseased mentality.) He returned at half past +eleven, and at eleven thirty-two the car arrived. Immediately Mr. +Prohack became calm; his exterior was apt to be very deceptive; +and he said gently to Carthew, just as if nothing in the least +unusual had occurred:</p> +<p>"A little late, aren't you?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," Carthew replied, with a calmness to match his +employer's. +"As I was coming here from the garage I met the mistress. +She was looking for a taxi and she took me."</p> +<p>"But did you tell her that I asked you to be here at 10 o'clock?"</p> +<p>"No, sir."</p> +<p>"Did you tell her that I was in London?"</p> +<p>"No, sir."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack hesitated a moment and then said:</p> +<p>"Drive into Hyde Park, please, and keep to the north side."</p> +<p>When the car had reached a quiet spot in the park, Mr. Prohack +stopped it, and, tapping on the front window, summoned Carthew.</p> +<p>"Carthew," said he, through the side-window, which he let down +without opening the door, "we're by ourselves. Will you kindly +explain to me why you concealed from Mrs. Prohack that I was +in London?"</p> +<p>"Well, sir," Carthew answered, very erect and slightly frowning, +"I didn't know you were in London, if you understand what +I mean."</p> +<p>"Didn't you bring me to London? Of course you knew I was in +London."</p> +<p>"No, sir. Not if you understand what I mean."</p> +<p>"I emphatically do not understand what you mean," said Mr. +Prohack, who, however, was not speaking the truth.</p> +<p>"May I put a question, sir?" Carthew suggested. "Having regard +to all the circumstances—I say having regard as it were to all +the circumstances, in a manner of speaking, what should you have +done in my place, sir?"</p> +<p>"How do I know?" cried Mr. Prohack. "I'm not a chauffeur. +What <i>did</i> you say to Mrs. Prohack?"</p> +<p>"I said that you had instructed me to return to London, as you +didn't need the car, and that I was just going to the house for +orders. And by the way, sir," Carthew added, glancing at the +car-clock, "Madam told me to be back at twelve fifteen—I told her +I ought to go to the garage to get something done to the carbureter—so +that there is not much time."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack jumped out of the car and said: "Go."</p> +<p>Wandering alone in the chilly Park he reflected upon the +potentialities +of human nature as exhibited in chauffeurs. The fellow +Carthew had evidently come to the conclusion that there was something +wrong in the more intimate relationships of the Prohack +family, and, faced with a sudden contretemps, he had acted according +to the best of his wisdom and according to his loyalty to his +employer, but he had acted wrongly. But of course the original +sinner was Mr. Prohack himself. Respectable State officials, even +when on sick leave, do not call at empty houses and stay at hotels +within a stone's throw of their own residences unknown to their +families. No! Mr. Prohack saw that he had been steering a +crooked course. Error existed and must be corrected. He decided +to walk direct to Manchester Square. If Eve wanted the car at +twelve fifteen she would be out of the house at twelve thirty, and +probably out for lunch. So much the better. She should find +him duly established on her return.</p> +<p>Reconnoitring later at Manchester Square he saw no car, and +rang the bell of the noble mansion. On account of the interview +of the previous evening he felt considerably nervous and foolish, +and the butler suffered through no fault of the butler's.</p> +<p>"I'm Mr. Prohack," said he, with self-conscious fierceness. +"What's your name? Brool, eh? Take my overcoat and send +Machin to me at once." He lit a cigarette to cover himself. The +situation, though transient, had been sufficiently difficult.</p> +<p>Machin came leaping and bounding down the stairs as if by +magic. She had heard his voice, and her joy at his entry into +his abode caused her to forget her parlour-maidenhood and to +exhibit a humanity which pained Mr. Brool, who had been brought +up in the strictest traditions of flunkeyism. Her joy pleased Mr. +Prohack and he felt better.</p> +<p>"Good morning, Machin," said he, quite blithely. "I just want +to see how things have been fixed up in my rooms." He had not +the least notion where or what his rooms were in the vast pile.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," Machin responded eagerly, delighted that Mr. Prohack +was making to herself, as an old friend, an appeal which he +ought to have made to the butler. Mr. Prohack, guided by the +prancing Machin, discovered that, in addition to a study, he had +a bedroom and a dressing-room and a share in Eve's bath-room. +The dressing-room had a most agreeable aspect. Machin opened +a huge and magnificent wardrobe, and in drawer after drawer displayed +his new hosiery marvellously arranged, and in other portions +of the wardrobe his new suits and hats and boots. The whole +made a wondrous spectacle.</p> +<p>"And who did all this?" he demanded.</p> +<p>"Madam, sir. But Miss Warburton came to help her at nine this +morning, and I helped too. Miss Warburton has put the lists in +your study, sir."</p> +<p>"Thank you, Machin. It's all very nice." He was touched. +The thought of all these women toiling in secret to please him was +exceedingly sweet. It was not as though he had issued any +requests. No! They did what they did from enthusiasm, unknown +to him.</p> +<p>"Wait a second," he stopped Machin, who was leaving him. +"Which floor did you say my study is on?"</p> +<p>She led him to his study. An enormous desk, and in +the middle of it a little pile of papers crushed by a block +of crystal! The papers were all bills. The amounts of +them alarmed him momentarily, but that was only because +he could not continuously and effectively remember that he +had over three hundred pounds a week coming in. Still, +the bills did somewhat dash him, and he left them without getting +to the bottom of the pile. He thought he would voyage through +the house, but he got no further than his wife's boudoir. The +boudoir also had an enormous desk, and on it also was a pile of +papers. He offended the marital code by picking up the first one, +which read as follows:—"Madam. We beg to enclose as requested +estimate for buffet refreshments for one hundred and fifty persons, +and hire of one hundred gilt cane chairs and bringing and taking +away same. Trusting to be honoured with your commands—" +This document did more than alarm him; it shook him. Clearly +Eve was planning a great reception. Even to attend a reception +was torture to him, always had been; but to be the host at a +reception...! +No, his mind refused to contemplate a prospect so appalling. +Surely Eve ought to have consulted him before beginning +to plan a reception. Why a reception? He glimpsed matters that +might be even worse than a reception. And this was the same +woman who had so touchingly arranged his clothes.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<p>He was idly regarding himself in an immense mirror that +topped the fireplace, and thinking that despite the stylishness of +his accoutrement he presented the appearance of a rather tousled +and hairy person of unromantic middle-age, when, in the glass, he +saw the gilded door open and a woman enter the room. He did +not move,—only stared at the image. He knew the woman intimately, +profoundly, exhaustively, almost totally. He knew her as +one knows the countryside in which one has grown up, where every +feature of the scene has become a habit of the perceptions. And +yet he had also a strange sensation of seeing her newly, of seeing +her for the first time in his life and estimating her afresh. In a +flash he had compared her, in this boudoir, with Lady Massulam in +Lady Massulam's bungalow. In a flash all the queer, frightening +romance of 2 a.m. in Frinton had swept through his mind. Well, +she had not the imposingness nor the mystery of Lady Massulam, +nor perhaps the challenge of Lady Massulam; she was very much +more prosaic to him. But still he admitted that she had an effect +on him, that he reacted to her presence, that she was at any rate at +least as incalculable as Lady Massulam, and that there might be +bits of poetry gleaming in her prose, and that after a quarter of +a century he had not arrived at a final judgment about her. +Withal Lady Massulam had a quality which she lacked,—he did +not know what the quality was, but he knew that it excited him +in an unprecedented manner and that he wanted it and would +renounce it with regret. "Is it conceivable," he thought, shocked +at himself, "that all three of us are on the road to fifty years?"</p> +<p>Then he turned, and blushed, feeling exactly like an undergraduate.</p> +<p>"I knew you'd be bored up there in that hole." Eve greeted him.</p> +<p>"I wasn't bored for a single moment," said he.</p> +<p>"Don't tell me," said she.</p> +<p>She was very smart in her plumpness. The brim of her spreading +hat bumped against his forehead as he bent to kiss her. The +edge of the brown veil came half-way down her face, leaving her +mouth unprotected from him, but obscuring her disturbing eyes. +As he kissed her all his despondency and worry fell away from him, +and he saw with extraordinary clearness that since the previous +evening he had been an irrational ass. The creature had done +nothing unusual, nothing that he had not explicitly left her free +to do; and everything was all right.</p> +<p>"Did you see your friend Lady Massulam?" was her first question.</p> +<p>Marvellous the intuition—or the happy flukes—of women! Yet +their duplicity was still more marvellous. The creature's expressed +anxiety about the danger of Lady Massulam's society to Charlie +must have been pure, wanton, gratuitous pretence.</p> +<p>He told her of his meeting with Lady Massulam.</p> +<p>"I left her at 2 a.m.," said he, with well-feigned levity.</p> +<p>"I knew she wouldn't leave you alone for long. But I've no +doubt you enjoyed it. I hope you did. You need adventure, my +poor boy. You were getting into a regular rut."</p> +<p>"Oh, was I!" he opposed. "And what are you doing here? +Machin told me you were out for lunch."</p> +<p>"Oh! You've been having a chat with your friend Machin, have +you? It seems she's shown you your beautiful dressing-room. +Well, I was going out for lunch. But when I heard you'd returned +I gave it up and came back. I knew so well you'd want looking +after."</p> +<p>"And who told you I'd returned?"</p> +<p>"Carthew, of course! You're a very peculiar pair, you two. +When I first saw him Carthew gave me to understand he'd left you +at Frinton. But when I see him again I learn that you're in town +and that you spent last night at Claridge's. You did quite right, +my poor boy. Quite right. I want you to feel free. It must have +been great fun stopping at Claridge's, with your own home close +by. I'll tell you something. We were dancing at Claridge's last +night, but I suppose you'd gone to bed."</p> +<p>"The dickens you were!" said he. "By the way, you might +instruct one of your butlers to telephone to the hotel for my things +and have the bill paid."</p> +<p>"So you'll sleep here to-night?" said she, archly.</p> +<p>"If there's room," said he. "Anyway you've arranged all my +clothes with the most entrancing harmony and precision."</p> +<p>"Oh!" Eve exclaimed, in a tone suddenly changed. "That was +Miss Warburton more than me. She took an hour off from Charlie +this morning in order to do it."</p> +<p>Then Mr. Prohack observed his wife's face crumble to pieces, +and she moved aside from him, sat down and began to cry.</p> +<p>"Now what next? What next?" he demanded with impatient +amiability, for he was completely at a loss to keep pace with the +twistings of her mind.</p> +<p>"Arthur, why did you deceive me about that girl? How could +you do it? I hadn't the slightest idea it was M—miss W—instock. +I can't make you out sometimes, Arthur—really I can't!"</p> +<p>The fellow had honestly forgotten that he had in fact grossly +deceived his wife to the point of planting Mimi Winstock upon +her as somebody else. He had been nourishing imaginary and +absurd grievances against Eve for many hours, but her grievance +against himself was genuine enough and large enough. No wonder +she could not make him out. He could not make himself out. His +conscience awoke within him and became exceedingly unpleasant. +But being a bad man he laughed somewhat coarsely.</p> +<p>"Oh!" he said. "That was only a bit of a joke. But how did +you find out, you silly child?"</p> +<p>"Ozzie saw her yesterday. He knew her. You can't imagine +how awkward it was. Naturally I had to laugh it off. But I cried +half the night."</p> +<p>"But why? What did it matter? Ozzie's one of the family. The +girl's not at all a bad sort, and I did it for her sake."</p> +<p>Eve dried her eyes and looked up at him reproachfully with wet +cheeks.</p> +<p>"When I think," said she, "that that girl might so easily have +killed me in that accident! And it would have been all her fault. +And then where would you have been without me? Where <i>would</i> +you have been? You'd never have got over it. Never, never! You +simply don't know what you'd be if you hadn't got me to look +after you! And you bring her into the house under a false name, +and you call it a joke! No, Arthur. Frankly I couldn't have +believed it of you."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was affected. He was not merely dazzled by the +new light which she was shedding on things,—he was emotionally +moved.... Would Lady Massulam be capable of such an attitude +as Eve's in such a situation? The woman was astounding. She +was more romantic than any creature in any bungalow of romantic +Frinton. She beat him. She rent his heart. So he said:</p> +<p>"Well, my beloved infant, if it's any use to you I'm prepared +to admit once for all that I was an ass. We'll never have the +wretched Mimi in the house again. I'll give the word to Charlie."</p> +<p>"Oh, not at all!" she murmured, smiling sadly. "I've got over +it. And you must think of my dignity. How ridiculous it would +be of me to make a fuss about her being here! Now, wouldn't it? +But I'm glad I've told you. I didn't mean to, really. I meant +never to say a word. But the fact is I can't keep anything from +you."</p> +<p>She began to cry again, but differently. He soothed her, +as none but he could, thinking exultantly: "What a power I have +over this chit!" They were perfectly happy. They lunched alone +together, talking exclusively for the benefit of Eve's majestic butler. +And Mr. Prohack, with that many-sidedness that marked +his strange regrettable mind, said to himself at intervals: +"Nevertheless +she's still hiding from me her disgusting scheme for a big +reception. And she knows jolly well I shall hate it."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XIX"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h2>THE RECEPTION</h2> +<br /> +<p>The reception pleased Mr. Prohack as a spectacle, and it cost him +almost no trouble. He announced his decision that it must cost +him no trouble, and everybody in the house, and a few people outside +it, took him at his word—which did not wholly gratify him. +Indeed the family and its connections seemed to be conspiring to +give him a life of ease. Responsibilities were lifted from him. He +did not even miss his secretary. Sissie, who returned home—by a +curious coincidence—on the very day that Mimi Winstock was +transferred to Charlie's service in the Grand Babylon, performed +what she called 'secretarial stunts' for her father as and when +required. On the afternoon of the reception, which was timed to +begin at 9 p.m., he had an attack of fright, but, by a process well +known to public executants, it passed off long before it could +develop into stage-fright; and he was quite at ease at 9 p.m.</p> +<p>The first arrivals came at nine thirty. He stood by Eve and +greeted them; and he had greeted about twenty individuals when +he yawned (for a good reason) and Eve said to him:</p> +<p>"You needn't stay here, you know. Go and amuse yourself." +(This suggestion followed the advent of Lady Massulam.)</p> +<p>He didn't stay. Ozzie Morfey and Sissie supplanted him. At a +quarter to eleven he was in the glazed conservatory built over the +monumental portico, with Sir Paul Spinner. He could see down +into the Square, which was filled with the splendid and numerous +automobiles incident to his wife's reception. Guests—and not the +least important among them—were still arriving. Cars rolled up +to the portico, gorgeous women and plain men jumped out on to +the red cloth, of which he could just see the extremity near the +kerb, and vanished under him, and the cars hid themselves away +in the depths of the Square. Looking within his home he admired +the vista of brilliantly illuminated rooms, full of gilt chairs, +priceless +furniture, and extremely courageous toilettes. For, as the +reception was 'to meet the Committee of the League of all the +Arts.' (Ozzie had placed many copies of the explanatory pamphlet +on various tables), artists of all kinds and degrees abounded, and +the bourgeois world (which chiefly owned the automobiles) thought +proper to be sartorially as improper as fashion would allow; and +fashion allowed quite a lot. The affair might have been described +as a study in shoulder-blades. It was a very great show, and Mr. +Prohack appreciated all of it, the women, the men, the lionesses, +the lions, the kaleidoscope of them, the lights, the reflections in the +mirrors and in the waxed floors, the discreetly hidden music, the +grandiose buffet, the efficient valetry. He soon got used to not +recognising, and not being recognised by, the visitors to his own +house. True, he could not conceive that the affair would serve +any purpose but one,—namely the purpose of affording innocent +and expensive pleasure to his wife.</p> +<p>"You've hit on a pretty good sort of a place here," grunted Sir +Paul Spinner, whose waistcoat buttons were surpassed in splendour +only by his carbuncles.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack, "to me, living here is rather like +being on the stage all the time. It's not real."</p> +<p>"What the deuce do you mean, it's not real? There aren't +twenty houses in London with a finer collection of genuine bibelots +than you have here."</p> +<p>"Yes, but they aren't mine, and I didn't choose them or arrange +them."</p> +<p>"What does that matter? You can look at them and enjoy the +sight of them. Nobody can do more."</p> +<p>"Paul, you're talking neo-conventional nonsense again. Have +you ever in your career as a city man stood outside a money-changer's +and looked at the fine collection of genuine banknotes +in the window? Supposing I told you that you could look at them +and enjoy the sight of them, and nobody could do more?... No, +my boy, to enjoy a thing properly you've got to own it. And anybody +who says the contrary is probably a member of the League +of all the Arts." He gave another enormous yawn. "Excuse my +yawning, Paul, but this house is a perfect Inferno for me. The +church of St. Nicodemus is hard by, and the church of St. Nicodemus +has a striking clock, and the clock strikes all the hours and +all the quarters on a half cracked bell or two bells. If I am asleep +every hour wakes me up, and most of the quarters. The clock +strikes not only the hours and the quarters but me. I regulate my +life by that clock. If I'm beginning to repose at ten minutes to +the hour, I say to myself that I must wait till the hour before +really beginning, and I do wait. It is killing me, and nobody can +see that it is killing me. The clock annoys some individuals a +little occasionally; they curse, and then go to sleep and stay +asleep. For them the clock is a nuisance; but for me it's an +assassination. However, I can't make too much fuss. Several +thousands of people must live within sound of the St. Nicodemus +clock; yet the rector has not been murdered nor the church razed +to the ground. Hence the clock doesn't really upset many people. +And there are hundreds of such infernal clocks in London, and they +all survive. It follows therefore that I am peculiar. Nobody has +a right to be peculiar. Hence I do not complain. I suffer. I've +tried stuffing my ears with cotton-wool, and stuffing the windows +of my bedroom with eiderdowns. No use. I've tried veronal. No +use either. The only remedy would be for me to give the house +up. Which would he absurd. My wife soothes me and says that +of course I shall get used to the clock. I shall never get used to it. +Lately she has ceased even to mention the clock. My daughter +thinks I am becoming a grumbler in my latter years. My son +smiles indifferently. I admit that my son's secretary is more +sympathetic. Like most people who are both idle and short of +sleep, I usually look very well, spry and wideawake. My friends +remark on my healthy appearance. You did. The popular mind +cannot conceive that I am merely helplessly waiting for death to +put me out of my misery; but so it is. There must be quite a few +others in the same fix as me in London, dying because rectors and +other clergymen and officials insist on telling them the time all +through the night. But they suffer in silence as I do. As I do, +they see the uselessness of a fuss."</p> +<p>"You <i>will</i> get used to it, Arthur," said Sir Paul indulgently +but +not unironically, at the end of Mr. Prohack's disquisition. "You're +in a nervous state and your judgment's warped. Now, I never +even heard your famous clock strike ten."</p> +<p>"No, you wouldn't, Paul! And my judgment's warped, is it?" +There was irritation in Mr. Prohack's voice. He took out his +watch. "In sixty or seventy seconds you shall hear that clock +strike eleven, and you shall give me your honest views about it. +And you shall apologise to me."</p> +<p>Sir Paul obediently and sympathetically listened, while the murmur +of the glowing reception and the low beat of music continued +within.</p> +<p>"You tell me when it starts to strike," said he.</p> +<p>"You won't want any telling," said Mr. Prohack, who knew too +well the riving, rending, smashing sound of the terrible bells.</p> +<p>"It's a pretty long seventy seconds," observed Sir Paul.</p> +<p>"My watch must be fast," said Mr. Prohack, perturbed.</p> +<p>But at eighteen minutes past eleven the clock had audibly struck +neither the hour nor the quarter. Sir Paul was a man of tact. +He said simply:</p> +<p>"I should like a drink, dear old boy."</p> +<p>"<i>The clock's not striking</i>," said Mr. Prohack, with solemn +joy, +as the wonderful truth presented itself to him. "Either it's +stopped, or they've cut off the striking attachment." And to one +of the maids on the landing he said as they passed towards the +buffet: "Run out and see what time it is by the church clock, and +come back and tell me, will you?" A few minutes later he was +informed that the church clock showed half-past eleven. The +clock therefore was still going but had ceased to strike. Mr. Prohack +at once drank two glasses of champagne at the buffet, while +Sir Paul had the customary whiskey.</p> +<p>"I say, old thing, I say!" Sir Paul protested.</p> +<p>"<i>I shall sleep!</i>" said Mr. Prohack in a loud, gay, triumphant +voice. He was a new man.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 25%;" /> +<p>The reception now seemed to him far more superb than ever. +It was almost at its apogee. All the gilt chairs were occupied; all +the couches and fauteuils of the room were occupied, and certain +delicious toilettes were even spread on rugs or on the bare, reflecting +floors. On every hand could be heard artistic discussions, serious +and informed and yet lightsome in tone. If it was not the real +originality of jazz music that was being discussed, it was the +sureness of the natural untaught taste of the denizens of the East +End and South London, and if not that then the greatness of male +revue artistes, and if not that then the need of a national theatre +and of a minister of fine arts, and if not that then the sculptural +quality of the best novels and the fictional quality of the best +sculpture, and if not that then the influence on British life of +the fox-trot, and if not that then the prospects of bringing modern +poets home to the largest public by means of the board schools, and +if not that then the evil effects of the twin great London institutions +for teaching music upon the individualities of the young +geniuses entrusted to them, and if not that the part played by the +most earnest amateurs in the destruction of opera, and if not that +the total eclipse of Beethoven, Brahms and Wagner since the +efflorescence of the Russian Ballet. And always there ran like a +flame through the conversations the hot breath of a passionate +intention to make Britain artistic in the eyes of the civilised +world.</p> +<p>What especially pleased Mr. Prohack about the whole affair, +as he moved to and fro seeking society now instead of avoiding it, +was the perfect futility of the affair, save as it affected Eve's +reputation. He perceived the beauty of costly futility, and he +was struck again, when from afar he observed his wife's conquering +mien, by the fact that the reception did not exist for the +League, but the League for the reception. The reception was a +real and a resplendent thing; nobody could deny it. The League +was a fog of gush. The League would be dear at twopence half-penny. +The reception was cheap if it stood him in five hundred +pounds. Eve was an infant; Eve was pleased with gewgaws; but +Eve had found herself and he was well content to pay five hundred +pounds for the look on her ingenuous face.</p> +<p>"And nothing of this would have happened," he thought, impressed +by the wonders of life, "if in a foolish impulse of generosity +I hadn't once lent a hundred quid to that chap Angmering."</p> +<p>He descried Lady Massulam in converse with a tall, stout and +magnificently dressed gentleman, who bowed deeply and departed +as Mr. Prohack approached.</p> +<p>"Who is your fat friend?" said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"He's from <i>The Daily Picture</i>.... But isn't this rather a +strange way of greeting a guest after so long a separation? Do +you know that I'm in your house and you haven't shaken hands +with me?"</p> +<p>There was a note of intimacy and of challenge in Lady Massulam's +demeanour that pleased Mr. Prohack immensely, and +caused him to see that the romance of Frinton was neither +factitious nor at an end. He felt pleasantly, and even thrillingly, +that they had something between them.</p> +<p>"Ah!" he returned, consciously exerting his charm. "I thought +you detested our English formality and horrible restraint. Further, +this isn't my house; it's my wife's."</p> +<p>"Your wife is wonderful!" said Lady Massulam, as though +teaching him to appreciate his wife and indicating that she alone +had the right thus to teach him,—the subtlest thing. "I've never +seen an evening better done—<i>reussie</i>."</p> +<p>"She is rather wonderful," Mr. Prohack admitted, his tone implying +that while putting Lady Massulam in a class apart, he had +wit enough to put his wife too in a class apart,—the subtlest thing.</p> +<p>"I quite expected to meet you again in Frinton," said Lady +Massulam simply. "How abrupt you are in your methods!"</p> +<p>"Only when it's a case of self-preservation," Mr. Prohack responded, +gazing at her with daring significance.</p> +<p>"I'm going to talk to Mrs. Prohack," said Lady Massulam, rising. +But before she left him she murmured confidentially in his +ear: "Where's your son?"</p> +<p>"Don't know. Why?'</p> +<p>"I don't think he's come yet. I'm afraid the poor boy's affairs +are not very bright."</p> +<p>"I shall look after him," said Mr. Prohack, grandly. A qualm +did pierce him at the sound of her words, but he would not be +depressed. He smiled serenely, self-confidently, and said to himself: +"I could look after forty Charleses."</p> +<p>He watched his wife and his friend chatting together as equals +in <i>The Daily Picture</i>. Yes, Eve was wonderful, and but for sheer +hazard he would never have known how wonderful she was capable +of being.</p> +<p>"You've got a great show here to-night, old man," said a low, +mysterious voice at his side. Mr. Softly Bishop was smiling down +his nose and holding out his hand while looking at nothing but +his nose.</p> +<p>"Hello, Bishop!" said Mr. Prohack, controlling a desire to add: +"I'd no idea <i>you'd</i> been invited!"</p> +<p>"Samples of every world—except the next," said Mr. Softly +Bishop. "And now the theatrical contingent is arriving after its +night's work."</p> +<p>"Do you know who that fellow is?" Mr. Prohack demanded, +indicating a little man with the aspect of a prize-fighter who was +imperially conveying to Mrs. Prohack that Mrs. Prohack was lucky +to get him to her reception.</p> +<p>"Why!" replied Mr. Bishop. "That's the Napoleon of the +stage."</p> +<p>"Not Asprey Chown!"</p> +<p>"Asprey Chown."</p> +<p>"Great Scott!" And Mr. Prohack laughed.</p> +<p>"Why are you laughing?"</p> +<p>"Mere glee. This is the crown of my career as a man of the +world." He saw Mr. Asprey Chown give a careless brusque nod +to Ozzie Morfey, and he laughed again.</p> +<p>"It's rather comic, isn't it?" Mr. Softly Bishop acquiesced. "I +wonder why Oswald Morfey has abandoned his famous stock for +an ordinary necktie."</p> +<p>"Probably because he's going to be my son-in-law," said Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"Ah!" ejaculated Mr. Softly Bishop. "I congratulate him."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack looked grim in order to conceal his joy in the assurance +that he would sleep that night, and in the sensations produced +by the clear fact that Lady Massulam was still interested +in him. Somehow he wanted to dance, not with any woman, but +by himself, a reel.</p> +<p>"By Jove!" exclaimed Mr. Softly Bishop. "You <i>are</i> shining +to-night. Here's Eliza Fiddle, and that's her half-sister Miss +Fancy behind her."</p> +<p>And it was Eliza Fiddle, and the ageing artiste with her ravaged +complexion and her defiant extra-vivacious mien created instantly +an impression such as none but herself could have created. The +entire assemblage stared, murmuring its excitement, at the +renowned creature. Eliza loved the stare and the murmur. She +was like a fish dropped into water after a gasping spell in mere +air.</p> +<p>"I admit I was in too much of a hurry when I spoke of having +reached the zenith," said Mr. Prohack. "I'm only just getting +there now. And who's the half-sister?"</p> +<p>"She's not precisely unknown on the American stage," answered +Mr. Softly Bishop. "But before we go any further I'd perhaps +better tell you a secret." His voice and his gaze dropped still +lower. "She's a particularly fine girl, and it won't be my fault if +I don't marry her. Not a word of course! Mum!" He turned +away, while Mr. Prohack was devising a suitable response.</p> +<p>"Welcome to your old home. And do come with me to the +buffet. You must be tired after your work," Mr. Prohack burst +out in a bold, loud voice to Eliza, taking her away from his wife, +whose nearly exhausted tact almost failed to hide her relief.</p> +<p>"I do hope you like the taste of my old home," Eliza answered. +"My new house up the river is furnished throughout in real oriental +red lacquer. You must come and see it."</p> +<p>"I should love to," said Mr. Prohack bravely.</p> +<p>"This is my little sister, Miss Fancy. Fan, Mr. Prohack."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack expressed his enchantment.</p> +<p>At the buffet Eliza did not refuse champagne, but Miss Fancy +refused. "Now don't put on airs, Fan," Eliza reproved her sister +heartily and drank off her glass while Mr. Prohack sipped his +somewhat cautiously. He liked Eliza's reproof. He was beginning +even to like Eliza. To say that her style was coarse was to speak +in moderation; but she was natural, and her individuality seemed +to be sending out waves in all directions, by which all persons in +the vicinity were affected whether they desired it or not. Mr. +Prohack met Eliza's glance with satisfaction. She at any rate had +nothing to learn about life that she was capable of learning. She +knew everything—and was probably the only creature in the room +who did. She had succeeded. She was adored—strangely enough. +And she did not put on airs. Her original coarseness was apparently +quite unobscured, whereas that of Miss Fancy had been not +very skilfully painted over. Miss Fancy was a blonde, much +younger than Eliza; also slimmer and more finickingly and luxuriously +dressed and jewelled. But Mr. Prohack cared not for her. +She was always keeping her restless inarticulate lips in order, +buttoning +them or sewing them up or caressing one with the other. +Further, she looked down her nose; probably this trait was the +secret lien between her and Mr. Softly Bishop. Mr. Prohack, +despite a cloistral lifetime at the Treasury, recognised her type +immediately. She was of the type that wheedles, but never permits +itself to be wheedled. And she was so pretty, and so simpering, +and her blue eyes were so steely. And Mr. Prohack, in his +original sinfulness, was pleased that she was thus. He felt that +"it would serve Softly Bishop out." Not that Mr. Softly Bishop +had done him any harm! Indeed the contrary. But he had an +antipathy to Mr. Softly Bishop, and the spectacle of Mr. Softly +Bishop biting off more than he could chew, of Mr. Softly Bishop +being drawn to his doom, afforded Mr. Prohack the most genuine +pleasure. Unfortunately Mr. Prohack was one of the rare monsters +who can contemplate with satisfaction the misfortunes of a fellow +being.</p> +<p>Mr. Softly Bishop unostentatiously joined the sisters and Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"Better have just a sip," he said to Miss Fancy, when told by +Eliza that the girl would not be sociable. His eyes glimmered at +her through his artful spectacles. She listened obediently to his +low-voiced wisdom and sipped. She was shooting a million fascinations +at him. Mr. Prohack decided that the ultimate duel between +the two might be a pretty even thing after all; but he would put +his money on the lady. And he had thought Mr. Softly Bishop +so wily!</p> +<p>A fearful thought suddenly entered his mind: supposing the +failure of the church-clock's striking powers should be only temporary; +supposing it should recover under some verger's treatment, +and strike twelve!</p> +<p>"Let's go into the conservatory and look at the Square," said +he. "I always look at the Square at midnight, and it's nearly +twelve now."</p> +<p>"You're the most peculiar man I ever met," said Eliza Fiddle, +eyeing him uneasily.</p> +<p>"Very true," Mr. Prohack agreed.</p> +<p>"I'm half afraid of you."</p> +<p>"Very wise," said Mr. Prohack absently.</p> +<p>They crossed the rooms together, arousing keen interest in all +beholders. And as they crossed Charlie entered the assemblage. +He certainly had an extremely perturbed—or was it merely +self-conscious—face. +And just in front of him was Mimi Winstock, +who looked as if she was escaping from the scene of a crime. Was +Lady Massulam's warning about Charlie about to be justified? Mr. +Prohack's qualm was renewed. The very ground trembled for a +second under his feet and then was solid and moveless again. No +sooner had the quartette reached the conservatory than Eliza left +it to go and discuss important affairs with Mr. Asprey Chown, +who had summoned Ozzie to his elbow. They might not have seen +one another for many years, and they might have been settling the +fate of continents.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack took out his watch, which showed a minute to +twelve. He experienced a minute's agony. The clock did not +strike.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Softly Bishop, who during the minute had +been whispering information about the historic Square to Miss +Fancy, who hung with all her weight on his words, "Well, it's very +interesting and even amusing, we three being alone here together +isn't it?... The three heirs of the late Silas Angmering! How +funny life is!" And he examined his nose with new curiosity.</p> +<p>All Mr. Prohack's skin tingled, and his face flushed, as he realised +that Miss Fancy was the mysterious third beneficiary under +Angmering's will. Yes, she was in fact jewelled like a woman +who had recently been handling a hundred thousand pounds or so. +And Mr. Softly Bishop might be less fascinated by the steely blue +eyes than Mr. Prohack had imagined. Mr. Softly Bishop might +in fact win the duel. The question, however, had no interest for +Mr. Prohack, who was absorbed in a sense of gloomy humiliation. +He rushed away from his co-heirs. He simply had to rush away +right to bad.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XX"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h2>THE SILENT TOWER</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<p>The fount of riches and the Terror of the departments, clothed +in the latest pattern of sumptuous pyjamas, lay in the midst of his +magnificent and spacious bed, and, with the shaded electric globe +over his brow, gazed at the splendours of the vast bedroom which +Eve had allotted to him. It was full, but not too full, of the finest +Directoire furniture, and the walls were covered with all manner +of engravings and watercolours. Evidently this apartment had +been the lair of the real owner and creator of the great home. Mr. +Prohack could appreciate the catholicity and sureness of taste +which it displayed. He liked the cornice as well as the form of +the dressing-table, and the Cumberland landscape by C.J. Holmes +as well as the large Piranesi etching of an imaginary prison, which +latter particularly interested him because it happened to be an +impression between two "states"—a detail which none but a true +amateur could savour. The prison depicted was a terrible place +of torment, but it was beautiful, and the view of it made Mr. Prohack +fancy, very absurdly, that he too was in prison, just as +securely as if he had been bolted and locked therein. His eye +ranged about the room and saw nothing that was not lovely and +that he did not admire. Yet he derived little or no authentic +pleasure from what he beheld, partly because it was the furnishing +of a prison and partly because he did not own it. He had often +preached against the mania for owning things, but now—and +even more clearly than when he had sermonised Paul Spinner—he +perceived, and hated to perceive, that ownership was probably +an essential ingredient of most enjoyments. The man, foolishly +priding himself on being a philosopher, was indeed a fleshly mass +of strange inconsistencies.</p> +<p>More important, he was losing the assurance that he would +sleep soundly that night. He could not drag his mind off his +co-heiress and his co-heir. The sense of humiliation at being +intimately +connected and classed with them would not leave him. He +felt himself—absurdly once again—to be mysteriously associated +with them in a piece of sharp practice or even of knavery. They +constituted another complication of his existence. He wanted to +disown them and never to speak to them again, but he knew that +he could not disown them. He was living in gorgeousness for the +sole reason that he and they were in the same boat.</p> +<p>Eve came in, opening the door cautiously at first and then rushing +forward as soon as she saw that the room was not in darkness. +He feared for an instant that she might upbraid him for deserting +her. But no! Triumphant happiness sat on her forehead, and +affectionate concern for him was in her eyes. She plumped down, +in her expensive radiance, on the bed by his side.</p> +<p>"Well?" said he.</p> +<p>"I'm so glad you decided to go to bed," said she. "You must +be tired, and late nights don't suit you. I just slipped away for a +minute to see if you were all right. Are you?" She puckered her +shining brow exactly as of old, and bent and kissed him as of old. +One of her best kisses.</p> +<p>But the queer fellow, though touched by her attention, did not +like her being so glad that he had gone to bed. The alleged philosopher +would have preferred her to express some dependence upon +his manly support in what was for her a tremendous event.</p> +<p>"I feel I shall sleep," he lied.</p> +<p>"I'm sure you will, darling," she agreed. "Don't you think it's +all been a terrific success?" she asked naïvely.</p> +<p>He answered, smiling:</p> +<p>"I'm dying to see <i>The Daily Picture</i> to-morrow. I think I +shall +tell the newsagent in future only to deliver it on the days when +you're in it."</p> +<p>"Don't be silly," she said, too pleased with herself, however, to +resent his irony. She was clothed in mail that night against all +his shafts.</p> +<p>He admitted, what he had always secretly known, that she was +an elementary creature; she would have been just as at home in +the Stone Age as in the twentieth century—and perhaps more at +home. (Was Lady Massulam equally elementary? No? Yes?) +Still, Eve was necessary to him.</p> +<p>Only, up to a short while ago, she had been his complement; +whereas now he appeared to be her complement. He, the philosopher +and the source of domestic wisdom, was fully aware, in a +superior and lofty manner, that she was the eternal child deceived +by toys, gewgaws, and illusions; nevertheless he was only her +complement, +the indispensable husband and payer-out. She was succeeding +without any brain-work from him. He noticed that she +was not wearing the pearls he had given her. No doubt she had +merely forgotten at the last moment to put them on. She was +continually forgetting them and leaving them about. But this +negligent woman was the organiser in chief of the great soiree! +Well, if it had succeeded, she was lucky.</p> +<p>"I must run off," said she, starting up, busy, proud, falsely +calm, the general of a victorious army as the battle draws to a +close. She embraced him again, and he actually felt comforted.... She +was gone.</p> +<p>"As I grow older," he reflected, "I'm hanged if I don't understand +life less and less."<br /> +<br /> +</p> +<h3>II</h3> +<p>He was listening to the distant rhythm of the music when he +mistily comprehended that there was no music and that the sounds +in his ear were not musical. He could not believe that he had +been asleep and had awakened, but the facts were soon too much +for his delusion and he said with the air of a discoverer: "I've +been asleep," and turned on the light.</p> +<p>There were voices and footsteps in the corridors or on the +landing,—whispers, +loud and yet indistinct talking, tones indicating +that the speakers were excited, if not frightened, and that their +thoughts had been violently wrenched away from the pursuit of +pleasure. His watch showed two o'clock. The party was over, the +last automobile had departed, and probably even the tireless Eliza +Fiddle was asleep in her new home. Next Mr. Prohack noticed +that the door of his room was ajar.</p> +<p>He had no anxiety. Rather he felt quite gay and careless,—the +more so as he had wakened up with the false sensation of complete +refreshment produced by short, heavy slumber. He thought:</p> +<p>"Whatever has happened, I have had and shall have nothing to +do with it, and they must deal with the consequences themselves +as best they can." And as a measure of precaution against being +compromised, he switched off the light. He heard Eve's voice, +surprisingly +near his door:</p> +<p>"I simply daren't tell him! No, I daren't!"</p> +<p>The voice was considerably agitated, but he smiled maliciously +to himself, thinking:</p> +<p>"It can't be anything very awful, because she only talks in that +strain when it's nothing at all. She loves to pretend she's afraid +of me. And moreover I don't believe there's anything on earth +she daren't tell me."</p> +<p>He heard another voice, reasoning in reply, that resembled +Mimi's. Hadn't that girl gone home yet? And he heard Sissie's +voice and Charlie's. But for him all these were inarticulate.</p> +<p>Then his room was filled with swift blinding light. Somebody +had put a hand through the doorway and turned the light on. It +must be Eve.... It was Eve, scared and distressed, but still in +complete war-paint.</p> +<p>"I'm so relieved you're awake, Arthur," she said, approaching +the bed as though she anticipated the bed would bite her.</p> +<p>"I'm not awake. I'm asleep, officially. My poor girl, you've +ruined the finest night I was ever going to have in all my life."</p> +<p>She ignored his complaint, absolutely.</p> +<p>"Arthur," she said, her face twitching in every direction, and +all her triumph fallen from her, "Arthur, I've lost my pearls. +They're gone! Some one must have taken them!"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack's reaction to this piece of more-than-midnight news +was to break into hearty and healthy laughter; he appeared to be +genuinely diverted; and when Eve protested against such an attitude +he said:</p> +<p>"My child, anything that strikes you as funny after being +wakened up at two o'clock in the morning is very funny, very +funny indeed. How can I help laughing?" Eve thereupon began to +cry, weakly.</p> +<p>"Come here, please," said he.</p> +<p>And she came and sat on the bed, but how differently from the +previous visit! She was now beaten by circumstances, and she +turned for aid to his alleged more powerful mind and deeper wisdom. +In addition to being amused, the man was positively happy, +because he was no longer a mere complement! So he comforted +her, and put his hands on her shoulders.</p> +<p>"Don't worry," said he, gently. "And after all I'm not surprised +the necklace has been pinched."</p> +<p>"Not surprised? Arthur!"</p> +<p>"No. You collect here half the notorious smart people in London. +Fifty per cent of them go through one or other of the +Courts; five per cent end by being detected criminals, and goodness +knows what per cent end by being undetected criminals. +Possibly two per cent treat marriage seriously, and possibly one +per cent is not in debt. That's the atmosphere you created, and +it's an atmosphere in which pearls are apt to melt away. Hence I +am not surprised, and you mustn't be. Still, it would be interesting +to know <i>how</i> the things melted away. Were you wearing +them?"</p> +<p>"Of course I was wearing them. There was nothing finer here +to-night—that <i>I</i> saw."</p> +<p>"You hadn't got them on when you came in here before."</p> +<p>"Hadn't I?" said Eve, thoughtful.</p> +<p>"No, you hadn't."</p> +<p>"Then why didn't you tell me?" Eve demanded suddenly, almost +fiercely, through her tears, withdrawing her shoulders from his +hands.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack. "I thought you'd know what you'd +got on, or what you hadn't got on."</p> +<p>"I think you might have told me. If you had perhaps the—"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack put his hand over her mouth.</p> +<p>"Stop," said he. "My sweet child, I can save you a lot of trouble. +It's all my fault. If I hadn't been a miracle of stupidity the necklace +would never have disappeared. This point being agreed to, +let us go on to the next. When did you find out your sad loss?"</p> +<p>"It was Miss Winstock who asked me what I'd done with my +necklace. I put my hand to my throat, and it was gone. It must +have come undone."</p> +<p>"Didn't you say to me a fortnight or so ago that the little +safety-chain +had gone wrong?"</p> +<p>"Did I?" said Eve, innocently.</p> +<p>"Did you have the safety-chain repaired?"</p> +<p>"I was going to have it done to-morrow. You see, if I'd sent +it to be done to-day, then I couldn't have worn the necklace to-night, +could I?"</p> +<p>"Very true," Mr. Prohack concurred.</p> +<p>"But who could have taken it?"</p> +<p>"Ah! Are you sure that it isn't lying on the floor somewhere?"</p> +<p>"Every place where I've been has been searched—thoroughly. +It's quite certain that it must have been picked up and pocketed."</p> +<p>"Then by a man, seeing that women have no pockets—except +their husbands'. I'm beginning to feel quite like a detective +already. By the way, lady, the notion of giving a reception in a +house like this without a detective disguised as a guest was rather +grotesque."</p> +<p>"But of course I had detectives!" Eve burst out. "I had two +private ones. I thought one ought to be enough, but as soon as +the agents saw the inventory of knicknacks and things, they advised +me to have two men. One of them's here still. In fact he's waiting +to see you. The Scotland Yard people are very annoying. +They've refused to do anything until morning."</p> +<p>That Eve should have engaged detectives was something of a +blow to the masculine superiority of Mr. Prohack. However, he +kept himself in countenance by convincing himself in secret that +she had not thought of the idea; the idea must have been given +to her by another person—probably Mimi, who nevertheless was +also a woman.</p> +<p>"And do you seriously expect me to interview a detective in the +middle of the night?" demanded Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"He said he should like to see you. But of course if you don't +feel equal to it, my poor boy, I'll tell him so."</p> +<p>"What does he want to see <i>me</i> for? I've nothing to do with +it, +and I know nothing."</p> +<p>"He says that as you bought the necklace he must see you—and +the sooner the better."</p> +<p>This new aspect of the matter seemed to make Mr. Prohack +rather thoughtful.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>Eve brought in to her husband, who had improved his moral +stamina and his physical charm by means of the finest of his +dressing-gowns, a dark, thin young man, clothed to marvellous +perfection, +with a much-loved moustache, and looking as fresh as if he +was just going to a party. Mr. Prohack of course recognised him +as one of the guests.</p> +<p>"Good morning," said Mr. Prohack. "So <i>you</i> are the detective."</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," answered the detective, formally.</p> +<p>"Do you know, all the evening I was under the impression that +you were First Secretary to the Czecho-Slovakian Legation."</p> +<p>"No, sir," answered the detective, formally.</p> +<p>"Well! Well! I think there is a proverb to the effect that +appearances +are deceptive."</p> +<p>"Is there indeed, sir?" said the detective, with unshaken gravity. +"In our business we think that appearances ought to be deceptive."</p> +<p>"Now talking of your business," Mr. Prohack remarked with +one of his efforts to be very persuasive. "What about this unfortunate +affair?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir, what about it?" The detective looked askance at Eve.</p> +<p>"I suppose there's no doubt the thing's been stolen—By the way, +sit on the end of the bed, will you? Then you'll be near me."</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," said the detective, sitting down. "There is no doubt +the necklace has been removed by some one, either for a nefarious +purpose or for a joke."</p> +<p>"Ah! A joke?" meditated Mr. Prohack, aloud.</p> +<p>"It certainly hasn't been taken for a joke," said Eve warmly. +"Nobody that I know well enough for them to play such a trick +would dream of playing it."</p> +<p>"Then," said Mr. Prohack, "we are left all alone with the +nefarious purpose. I had a sort of a notion that I should meet +the nefarious purpose, and here it is! I suppose there's little +hope?"</p> +<p>"Well, sir. You know what happens to a stolen pearl necklace. +The pearls are separated. They can be sold at once, one at a +time, or they can be kept for years and then sold. Pearls, except the +very finest, leave no trace when they get a fair start."</p> +<p>"What I can't understand," Eve exclaimed, "is how it could +have dropped off without me noticing it."</p> +<p>"Oh! I can easily understand that," said Mr. Prohack, with a +peculiar intonation.</p> +<p>"I've known ladies lose even their hair without noticing anything," +said the detective firmly. "Not to mention other items."</p> +<p>"But without anybody else noticing it either?" Eve pursued her +own train of thought.</p> +<p>"Somebody did notice it," said the detective, writing on a small +piece of paper.</p> +<p>"Who?"</p> +<p>"The person who took the necklace."</p> +<p>"Well, of course I know that," Eve spoke impatiently. "But +who can it be? I feel sure it's one of the new servants or one of +the hired waiters."</p> +<p>"In our business, madam, we usually suspect servants and +waiters last." Then turning round very suddenly he demanded: +"Who's that at the door?"</p> +<p>Eve, startled, moved towards the door, and in the same instant +the detective put a small piece of paper into Mr. Prohack's lap, +and Mr. Prohack read on the paper:</p> +<p>"<i>Should like see you alone</i>." The detective picked up the +paper +again. Mr. Prohack laughed joyously within himself.</p> +<p>"There's nobody at the door," said Eve. "How you frightened +me!"</p> +<p>"Marian," said Mr. Prohack, fully inspired. "Take my keys +off there, will you, and go to my study and unlock the top right-hand +drawer of the big desk. You'll find a blue paper at the top +at the back. Bring it to me. I don't know which is the right +key, but you'll soon see."</p> +<p>And when Eve, eager with her important mission, had departed, +Mr. Prohack continued to the detective:</p> +<p>"Pretty good that, eh, for an improvisation? The key of that +drawer isn't on that ring at all. And even if she does manage +to open the drawer there's no blue paper in there at all. She'll +be quite some time."</p> +<p>The detective stared at Mr. Prohack in a way to reduce his +facile self-satisfaction.</p> +<p>"What I wish to know from you, sir, personally, is whether you +want this affair to be hushed up, or not."</p> +<p>"Hushed up?" repeated Mr. Prohack, to whom the singular suggestion +opened out new and sinister avenues of speculation. "Why +hushed up?"</p> +<p>"Most of the cases we deal with have to be hushed up sooner or +later," answered the detective. "I only wanted to know where +I was."</p> +<p>"How interesting your work must be," observed Mr. Prohack, +with quick sympathetic enthusiasm. "I expect you love it. How +did you get into it? Did you serve an apprenticeship? I've often +wondered about you private detectives. It's a marvellous life."</p> +<p>"I got into it through meeting a man in the Piccadilly Tube. +As for liking it, I shouldn't like any work."</p> +<p>"But some people love their work."</p> +<p>"So I've heard," said the detective sceptically. "Then I take +it you do want the matter smothered?"</p> +<p>"But you've telephoned to Scotland Yard about it," said Mr. +Prohack. "We can't hush it up after that."</p> +<p>"I told <i>them</i>," replied the detective grimly, indicating with +his +head the whole world of the house. "I told <i>them</i> I was +telephoning +to Scotland Yard; but I wasn't. I was telephoning to our head-office. +Then am I to take it you want to find out all you can, +but you want it smothered?"</p> +<p>"Not at all. I have no reason for hushing anything up."</p> +<p>The detective gazed at him in a harsh, lower-middle-class way, +and Mr. Prohack quailed a little before that glance.</p> +<p>"Will you please tell me where you bought the necklace?"</p> +<p>"I really forget. Somewhere in Bond Street."</p> +<p>"Oh! I see," said the detective. "A necklace of forty-nine +pearls, over half of them stated to be as big as peas, and it's slipped +your memory where you bought it." The detective yawned.</p> +<p>"And I'm afraid I haven't kept the receipt either," said Mr. +Prohack. "I have an idea the firm went out of business soon after +I bought the necklace. At least I seem to remember noticing the +shop shut up and then opening again as something else."</p> +<p>"No jeweller ever goes out of business in Bond Street," said +the detective, and yawned once more. "Well, Mr. Prohack, I +don't think I need trouble you any more to-night. If you or +Mrs. Prohack will call at our head-office during the course of +to-morrow +you shall have our official report, and if anything really +fresh should turn up I'll telephone you immediately. Good night, +Mr. Prohack." The man bowed rather awkwardly as he rose from +the bed, and departed.</p> +<p>"That chap thinks there's something fishy between Eve and +me," reflected Mr. Prohack. "I wonder whether there is!" But +he was still in high spirits when Eve came back into the room.</p> +<p>"The sleuth-hound has fled," said he. "I must have given him +something to think about."</p> +<p>"I've tried all the keys and none of them will fit," Eve complained. +"And yet you're always grumbling at me for not keeping +my keys in order. If you wanted to show him the blue paper +why have you let him go?"</p> +<p>"My dear," said Mr. Prohack, "I didn't let him go. He did not +consult me, but merely and totally went."</p> +<p>"And what is the blue paper?" Eve demanded.</p> +<p>"Well, supposing it was the receipt for what I paid for the +pearls?"</p> +<p>"Oh! I see. But how would that help?"</p> +<p>"It wouldn't help," Mr. Prohack replied. "My broken butterfly, +you may as well know the worst. The sleuth-hound doesn't +hold out much hope."</p> +<p>"Yes," said Eve. "And you seem delighted that I've lost my +pearls! I know what it is. You think it will be a lesson for me, +and you love people to have lessons. Why! Anybody might lose +a necklace."</p> +<p>"True. Ships are wrecked, and necklaces are lost, and Nelson +even lost his eye."</p> +<p>"And I'm sure it <i>was</i> one of the servants."</p> +<p>"My child, you can be just as happy without a pearl necklace as +with one. You really aren't a woman who cares for vulgar display. +Moreover, in times like these, when society seems to be +toppling over, what is a valuable necklace, except a source of +worry? Felicity is not to be attained by the—"</p> +<p>Eve screamed.</p> +<p>"Arthur! If you go on like that I shall run straight out of the +house and take cold in the Square."</p> +<p>"I will give you another necklace," Mr. Prohack answered this +threat, and as her face did not immediately clear, he added: "And +a better one."</p> +<p>"I don't want another one," said Eve. "I'd sooner be without +one. I know it was all my own fault. But you're horrid, and I +can't make you out, and I never could make you out. I never +did know where I am with you. And I believe you're hiding something +from me. I believe you picked up the necklace, and that's +why you sent the detective away."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had to assume his serious voice which always carried +conviction to Eve, and which he had never misused. "I +haven't picked your necklace up. I haven't seen it. And I know +nothing about it." Then he changed again. "And if you'll kindly +step forward and kiss me good morning I'll try to snatch a few +moments' unconsciousness."</p> +<br /> +<h3><b>IV</b></h3> +<p>Mr. Prohack's life at this wonderful period of his career as a +practising philosopher at grips with the great world seemed to be +a series of violent awakenings. He was awakened, with even +increased violence, at about eight o'clock the next—or rather +the same—morning, and he would have been awakened earlier +if the servants had got up earlier. The characteristic desire of +the servants to rise early had, however, been enfeebled by the jolly +vigils of the previous night. It was, of course, Eve who rushed +in to him—nobody else would have dared. She had hastily cast +about her plumpness the transformed Chinese gown, which had the +curious appearance of a survival from some former incarnation.</p> +<p>"Arthur!" she called, and positively shook the victim. "Arthur!"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack looked at her, dazed by the electric light which she +had ruthlessly turned on over his head.</p> +<p>"There's a woman been caught in the area. She's a fat woman, +and she must have been there all night. The cook locked the +area gate and the woman was too fat to climb over. Brool's put her +in the servants' hall and fastened the door, and what do you +think we ought to do first? Send for the police or telephone to +Mr. Crewd—he's the detective you saw last night?"</p> +<p>"If she's been in the area all night you'd better put her to +bed, and give her some hot brandy and water," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Arthur, please, please, be serious!" Eve supplicated.</p> +<p>"I'm being as serious as a man can who has been disturbed in this +pleasant fashion by a pretty woman," said Mr. Prohack attentively +examining the ceiling. "You go and look after the fat lady. Supposing +she died from exposure. There'd have to be an inquest. +Do you wish to be mixed up in an inquest? What does she want? +Whatever it is, give it her, and let her go, and wake me up next +week. I feel I can sleep a bit."</p> +<p>"Arthur! You'll drive me mad. Can't you see that she must +be connected with the necklace business. She <i>must</i> be. It's as +clear +as day-light!"</p> +<p>"Ah!" breathed Mr. Prohack, thoughtfully interested. "I'd forgotten +the necklace business."</p> +<p>"Yes, well, I hadn't!" said Eve, rather shrewishly. "I had not."</p> +<p>"Quite possibly she may be mixed up in the necklace business," +Mr. Prohack admitted. "She may be a clue. Look here, don't +let's tell anybody outside—not even Mr. Crewd. Let's detect for +ourselves. It will be the greatest fun. What does she say for +herself?"</p> +<p>"She said she was waiting outside the house to catch a young +lady with a snub-nose going away from my reception—Mimi Winstock, +of course."</p> +<p>"Why Mimi Winstock?"</p> +<p>"Well, hasn't she got a turned-up nose? And she didn't go +away from my reception. She's sleeping here," Eve rejoined +triumphantly.</p> +<p>"And what else does the fat woman say?"</p> +<p>"She says she won't say anything else—except to Mimi Winstock."</p> +<p>"Well, then, wake up Mimi as you wakened me, and send her to +the servants' hall—wherever that is—I've never seen it myself!"</p> +<p>Eve shook her somewhat tousled head vigorously.</p> +<p>"Certainly not. I don't trust Miss Mimi Winstock—not one +bit—and I'm not going to let those two meet until you've had +a talk with the burglar."</p> +<p>"Me!" Mr. Prohack protested.</p> +<p>"Yes, you. Seeing that you don't want me to send for the +police. Something has to be done, and somebody has to do it. And +I never did trust that Mimi Winstock, and I'm very sorry she's +gone to Charlie. That was a great mistake. However, it's got +nothing to do with me." She shrugged her agreeable shoulders. +"But my necklace has got something to do with me."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack thought "What would Lady Massulam do in such +a crisis? And how would Lady Massulam look in a dressing-gown +and her hair down? I shall never know." Meanwhile he +liked Eve's demeanour—its vivacity and simplicity. "I'm afraid +I'm still in love with her," the strange fellow reflected, and said +aloud: "You'd better kiss me. I shall have an awful headache if +you don't." And Eve reluctantly kissed him, with the look of a +martyr on her face.</p> +<p>Within a few minutes Mr. Prohack had dismissed his wife, and +was descending the stairs in a dressing-gown which rivalled hers. +The sight of him in the unknown world of the basement floor, +as he searched unaided for the servants' hall, created an immense +sensation,—far greater than he had anticipated. A nice young +girl, whom he had never seen before and as to whom he knew +nothing except that she was probably one of his menials, was +so moved that she nearly had an accident with a tea-tray which +she was carrying.</p> +<p>"What is your name?" Mr. Prohack benignly asked.</p> +<p>"Selina, sir."</p> +<p>"Where are you going with that tea-tray and newspaper?"</p> +<p>"I was just taking it upstairs to Machin, sir. She's not feeling +well enough to get up yet, sir."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack comprehended the greatness of the height to +which Machin had ascended. Machin, a parlourmaid, drinking tea +in bed, and being served by a lesser creature, who evidently regarded +Machin as a person of high power and importance on +earth! Mr. Prohack saw that he was unacquainted with the fundamental +realities of life in Manchester Square.</p> +<p>"Well," said he. "You can get some more tea for Machin. Give +me that." And he took the tray. "No, you can keep the newspaper."</p> +<p>The paper was <i>The Daily Picture</i>. As he held the tray with +one hand and gave the paper back to Selina with the other, his +eye caught the headlines: "West End Sensation. Mrs. Prohack's +Pearls Pinched." He paled; but he was too proud a man to withdraw +the paper again. No doubt <i>The Daily Picture</i> would reach +him through the customary channels after Machin had done with +it, accompanied by the usual justifications about the newsboy being +late; he could wait.</p> +<p>"Which is the servants' hall," said he. Selina's manner changed +to positive alarm as she indicated, in the dark subterranean corridor, +the door that was locked on the prisoner. Not merely the +presence of Mr. Prohack had thrilled the basement floor; there was +a thrill greater even than that, and Mr. Prohack, by demanding +the door of the servants' hall was intensifying the thrill to the +last degree. The key was on the outside of the door, which he +unlocked. Within the electric light was still burning in the +obscure dawn.</p> +<p>The prisoner, who sprang up from a chair and curtsied fearsomely +at the astonishing spectacle of Mr. Prohack, was fat in +a superlative degree, and her obesity gave her a middle-aged air +to which she probably had no right by the almanac. She looked +quite forty, and might well have been not more than thirty. She +made a typical London figure of the nondescript industrial class. +It is inadequate to say that her shabby black-trimmed bonnet, her +shabby sham-fur coat half hiding a large dubious apron, her +shabby frayed black skirt, and her shabby, immense, amorphous +boots,—it is inadequate to say that these things seemed to have come +immediately out of a tenth-rate pawnshop; the woman herself +seemed to have come, all of a piece with her garments, out of a +tenth-rate pawnshop; the entity of her was at any rate homogeneous; +it sounded no discord.</p> +<p>She did nothing so active as to weep, but tears, obeying the +law of gravity, oozed out of her small eyes, and ran in zigzags, +unsummoned and unchecked, down her dark-red cheeks.</p> +<p>"Oh, sir!" she mumbled in a wee, scarcely articulate voice. "I'm +a respectable woman, so help me God!"</p> +<p>"You shall be respected," said Mr. Prohack. "Sit down and +drink some of this tea and eat the bread-and-butter.... No! I +don't want you to say anything just yet. No, nothing at all."</p> +<p>When she had got the tea into the cup, she poured it into the +saucer and blew on it and began to drink loudly. After two sips +she plucked at a piece of bread-and-butter, conveyed it into her +mouth, and before doing anything further to it, sirruped up some +more tea. And in this way she went on. Her table manners convinced +Mr. Prohack that her claim to respectability was authentic.</p> +<p>"And now," said Mr. Prohack, gazing through the curtained +window at the blank wall that ended above him at the edge of the +pavement, so as not to embarrass her, "will you tell me why you +spent the night in my area?"</p> +<p>"Because some one locked the gate on me, sir, while I was hiding +under the shed where the dustbins are."</p> +<p>"I quite see," said Mr. Prohack, "I quite see. But why did +you go down into the area? Were you begging, or what?"</p> +<p>"Me begging, sir!" she exclaimed, and ceased to cry, fortified +by the tonic of aroused pride.</p> +<p>"No, of course you weren't begging," said Mr. Prohack. "You +may have given to beggars—"</p> +<p>"That I have, sir." She cried again.</p> +<p>"But you don't beg. I quite see. Then what?"</p> +<p>"It's no use me a-trying to tell you, sir. You won't believe me." +Her voice was extraordinarily thin and weak, and seldom achieved +anything that could fairly be called pronunciation.</p> +<p>"I shall," said Mr. Prohack. "I'm a great believer. You try +me. You'll see."</p> +<p>"It's like this. I was converted last night, and that's where +the trouble began, if it's the last word I ever speak."</p> +<p>"Theology?" murmured Mr. Prohack, turning to look at her +and marvelling at the romantic quality of basements.</p> +<p>"There was a mission on at the Methodists' in Paddington +Street, and in I went. Seems strange to me to be going into a +Methodists', seeing as I'm so friendly with Mr. Milcher."</p> +<p>"Who is Mr. Milcher?"</p> +<p>"Milcher's the sexton at St. Nicodemus, sir. Or I should say +sacristan. They call him sacristan instead of sexton because St. +Nicodemus is High, as I daresay <i>you</i> know, sir, living so close."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was conscious of a slight internal shiver, which +he could not explain, unless it might be due to a subconscious +premonition of unpleasantness to come.</p> +<p>"I know that I live close to St. Nicodemus," he replied. "Very +close. Too close. But I did not know how High St. Nicodemus +was. However, I'm interrupting you." He perceived with satisfaction +that his gift of inspiring people with confidence was not +failing him on this occasion.</p> +<p>"Well, sir, as I was saying, it might, as you might say, seem +strange me popping like that into the Methodists', seeing what +Milcher's views are; but my mother was a Methodist in Canonbury,—a +great place for dissenters, sir, North London, you know, +sir, and they do say blood's thicker than water. So there I was, +and the Mission a-going on, and as soon as ever I got inside that +chapel I knew I was done in. I never felt so all-overish in all my +days, and before I knew where I was I had found salvation. And +I was so happy, you wouldn't believe. I come out of that Methodists' +as free like as if I was coming out of a hospital, and God +knows I've been in a hospital often enough for my varicose veins, +in the legs, sir. You might almost have guessed I had 'em, sir, +from the kind way you told me to sit down, sir. And I was just +wondering how I should break it to Milcher, sir, because me passing +St. Nicodemus made me think of him—not as I'm not always +thinking of him—and I looked up at the clock—you know it's the +only 'luminated church clock in the district, sir, and the clock +was just on eleven, sir, and I waited for it to strike, sir, and it +didn't strike. My feet was rooted to the spot, sir, but no, that +clock didn't strike, and then all of a sudden it rushed over me +about that young woman asking me all about the tower and the +clock and telling me as her young man was so interested in +church-towers +and he wanted to go up, and would I lend her the keys of +the tower-door because Milcher always gives me the bunch of +church-keys to keep for him while he goes into the Horse and +Groom public-house, sir, him not caring to take church keys into +a public-house. He's rather particular, sir. They are, especially +when they're sacristans. It rushed over me, and I says to +myself, 'Bolsheviks,' and I thought I should have swounded, but +I didn't."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had to make an effort in order to maintain his +self-control, for the mumblings of the fat lady were producing in +him the most singular and the most disturbing sensations.</p> +<p>"If there's any tea left in the pot," said he, "I think I'll have +it."</p> +<p>"<i>And</i> welcome, sir," replied the fat lady. "But there's only +one +cup. But I have but hardly drunk out of it, sir."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack first of all went to the door, transferred the key +from the outside to the inside, and locked the door. Then he +drank the dregs of the tea out of the sole cup; and seeing a packet +of Mr. Brool's Gold Flake cigarettes on the mahogany sideboard, +he ventured to help himself to one.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," resumed the fat lady. "I nearly swounded, and I +couldn't feel happy no more until I'd made a clean breast of it +all to Milcher. And I was setting off for Milcher when it struck +me all of a heap as I'd promised the young lady with the turned-up +nose as I wouldn't say nothing about the keys to nobody. It was +very awkward for me, sir, me being converted and anxious to do +right, and not knowing which was right and which was wrong. +But a promise is a promise whether you're converted or not—that +I do hold. Anyhow I says to myself I must see Milcher and +tell him the clock hadn't struck eleven, and I prayed as hard as I +could for heavenly guidance, and I was just coming down the +Square on my way to Milcher's when who should I see get out of +a taxi and run into this house but that young lady and her young +man. I said in my haste that was an answer to prayer, sir, but +I'm not so sure now as I wasn't presuming too much. I could +see there was something swanky a-going on here and I said to myself, +'That young lady's gone in. She'll come out again; she's one +of the gues's, she is,' I said, 'and him too, and I'll wait till she +does +come out and then I'll catch her and have it out with her even if +it means policemen.' And the area-gate being unfastened, I slipped +down the area-steps, sir, with my eye on the front-door. And that +was what did me. I had to sit down on the stone steps, sir, because +of my varicose veins and then one of the servants comes in <i>from</i> +the street, sir, and I more like dropped down the area-steps, sir, +than walked, sir, and hid between two dustbins, and when the +coast was clear I went up again and found gate locked and nothing +doing. And it's as true as I'm standing here—sitting, I should +say."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack paused, collecting himself, determined to keep his +nerve through everything. Then he said:</p> +<p>"When did the mysterious young lady borrow the keys from +you?"</p> +<p>"Last night, sir, I mean the night before last."</p> +<p>"And where are the keys now?"</p> +<p>"Milcher's got 'em, sir. I lay he's up in the tower by this time, +a-worrying over that clock. It'll be in the papers—you see if it +isn't, sir."</p> +<p>"And he's got no idea that you ever lent the keys?"</p> +<p>"That he has not, sir. And the question is: must I tell +him?"</p> +<p>"What exactly are the relations between you and Mr. Milcher?"</p> +<p>"Well, sir, he's a bit dotty about me, as you might say. And +he's going to marry me. So he says, and I believe him."</p> +<p>And Mr. Prohack reflected, impressed by the wonder of existence:</p> +<p>"This woman too has charm for somebody, who looks on her +as the most appetising morsel on earth."</p> +<p>"Now," he said aloud, "you are good enough to ask my opinion +whether you ought to tell Mr. Milcher. My advice to you is: +Don't. I applaud your conversion. But as you say, a promise is +a promise—even if it's a naughty promise. You did wrong to +promise. You will suffer for that, and don't think your conversion +will save you from suffering, because it won't. Don't run +away with the idea that conversion is a patent-medicine. It +isn't. It's rather a queer thing, very handy in some ways and +very awkward in others, and you must use it with commonsense +or you'll get both yourself and other people into trouble. As for +the clock, it's stopping striking is only a coincidence, obviously. +Abandon the word 'Bolshevik.' It's a very overworked word, and +wants a long repose. If the clock had been stopped from striking +by your young friends it would have stopped the evening before +last, when they went up the tower. And don't imagine there's +any snub-nosed young lady living here. There isn't. She must +have left while you were down among the dustbins, Mrs. Milcher—that +is to be. She paid you something for your trouble, quite +possibly. If so, give the money to the poor. That will be the best +way to be converted."</p> +<p>"So I will, sir."</p> +<p>"Yes. And now you must go." He unlocked the door and +opened it. "Quick. Quietly. Into the area, and up the area-steps. +And stop a moment. Don't you be seen in the Square for at least a +year. A big robbery was committed in this very house last night. +You'll see it in to-day's papers. My butler connected your presence +in the area—and quite justifiably connected it—with the robbery. +Without knowing it you've been in the most dreadful danger. I'm +saving you. If you don't use your conversion with discretion it +may land you in prison. Take my advice, and be silent first and +converted afterwards. Good morning. Tut-tut!" He stopped the +outflow of her alarmed gratitude. "Didn't I advise you to be +silent? Creep, Mrs. Milcher. Creep!"</p> +<br /> +<h3>V</h3> +<p>"Well, what have you said to her? What does she say? What +have you done with her?" questioned Eve excitedly, who had +almost finished dressing when Mr. Prohack, gorgeously, but by no +means without misgivings, entered her bedroom.</p> +<p>"I've talked to her very seriously and let her go," answered Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>Eve sat down as if stabbed on the chair in front of her +dressing-table, +and stared at Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"You've let her go!" cried she, with an outraged gasp, implying +that she had always suspected that she was married to a nincompoop, +but not to such a nincompoop. "Where's she gone to?"</p> +<p>"I don't know."</p> +<p>"What's her name? Who is she?"</p> +<p>"I don't know that either. I only know that she's engaged to be +married, and that a certain sacristan is madly but I hope honourably +in love with her, and that she's had nothing whatever to +do with the disappearance of your necklace."</p> +<p>"I suppose she told you so herself!" said Eve, with an irony that +might have shrivelled up a husband less philosophic.</p> +<p>"She did not. She didn't say a word about the necklace. But +she did make a full confession. She's mixed up in the clock-striking +business."</p> +<p>"The what business?"</p> +<p>"The striking of the church-clock. You know it's stopped striking +since last night, under the wise dispensation of heaven."</p> +<p>As he made this perfectly simple announcement, Mr. Prohack +observed a sudden change in his wife's countenance. Her brow +puckered: a sad, protesting, worried look came into her eyes.</p> +<p>"Please don't begin on the clock again, my poor Arthur! You +ought to forget it. You know how bad it is for you to dwell on +it. It gets on your nerves and you start imagining all sorts of +things, until, of course, there's no chance of you sleeping. If you +keep on like this you'll make me feel a perfect criminal for taking +the house. You don't suspect it, but I've several times wished +we never had taken it—I've been so upset about your nervous +condition."</p> +<p>"I was merely saying," Mr. Prohack insisted, "that our fat +visitor, who apparently has enormous seductive power over sacristans, +had noticed about the clock just as I had, and she +thought—"</p> +<p>Eve interrupted him by approaching swiftly and putting her +hands on his shoulders, as he had put his hands on her shoulders a +little while earlier, and gazing with supplication at him.</p> +<p>"Please, please!" she besought him. "To oblige me. Do drop +the church-clock. I know what it means for you."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack turned away, broke into uproarious and somewhat +hysterical laughter, and left the bedroom, having perceived +to his amazement that she thought the church-clock was undermining +his sanity.</p> +<p>Going to his study, he rang the bell there, and Brool, with +features pale and drawn, obeyed the summons. The fact that +his sanity was suspect, however absurdly, somehow caused Mr. +Prohack to assume a pontifical manner of unusual dignity.</p> +<p>"Is Miss Warburton up yet?"</p> +<p>"No, sir. One of the servants knocked at her door some little +time ago, but received no answer."</p> +<p>"She must be wakened, and I'll write a note that must be given +to her immediately."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack wrote: "Please dress at once and come to my +study. I want to see you about the church-clock. A.P." Then +he waited, alternately feeling the radiator and warming his legs +at the newly-lit wood fire. He was staggered by the incredible +turn of events, and he had a sensation that nothing was or ever +would be secure in the structure of his environment.</p> +<p>"Well, I'm hanged! Well, I'm hanged!" he kept saying to himself, +and indeed several times asserted that an even more serious +fate had befallen him.</p> +<p>"Here I am!" Mimi exclaimed brazenly, entering the room.</p> +<p>The statement was not exaggerated. She emphatically was there, +aspiring nose and all—in full evening dress, the costume of the +night before.</p> +<p>"Have you slept in your clothes?" Mr. Prohack demanded.</p> +<p>Her manner altered at his formidable tone.</p> +<p>"No, sir," she replied meekly. "But I've nothing else here. I +shall put a cloak on and drive off in a taxi to change for the day. +May I sit down?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack nodded. Indubitably she made a wonderful sight +in her daring splendour.</p> +<p>"So you've found out all about it already!" said she, still meekly, +while Mr. Prohack was seeking the right gambit. "Please do tell +me how," she added, disposing the folds of her short skirt about +the chair.</p> +<p>"I'm not here to answer questions," said Mr. Prohack. "I'm +here to ask them. How did you do it? And was it you or Charlie +or both of you? Whose idea was it?"</p> +<p>"It was my idea," Mimi purred. "But Mr. Charles seemed to +like it. It was really very simple. We first of all found out about +the sexton."</p> +<p>"And how did you do that?"</p> +<p>"Private enquiry agents, of course. Same people who were in +charge here last night. I knew of them when I was with Mr. +Carrel Quire, and it was I who introduced them to Mrs. Prohack."</p> +<p>"It would be!" Mr. Prohack commented. "And then?"</p> +<p>"And then when we'd discovered Mrs. Slipstone—or Miss Slipstone—"</p> +<p>"Who's she?"</p> +<p>"She's a rather stout charwoman who has a fascination for the +sexton of St. Nicodemus. When I'd got her it was all plain +sailing. She lent me the church keys and Mr. Charles and I went +up the tower to reconnoitre."</p> +<p>"But that was more than twenty-four hours before the clock +ceased to strike, and you returned the keys to her."</p> +<p>"Oh! So you know that too, do you?" said Mimi blandly. "Mr. +Prohack, I hope you'll forgive me for saying that you're most +frightfully clever. I <i>did</i> give the keys back to Mrs. Slipstone +a long +time before the clock stopped striking, but you see, Mr. Charles +had taken an impression of the tower key in clay, so that last +night we were able to go up with an electric torch and our own +key. The clock is a very old one, and Mr. Charles removed a +swivel or something—I forget what he called it, but he seems +to understand everything about every kind of machinery. He +says it would take a tremendous long time to get another swivel, +or whatever it is, cast, even if it ever could be cast without a +pattern, and that you'll be safe for at least six months, even if +we don't rely on the natural slowness of the Established Church to +do anything really active. You see it isn't as if the clock wasn't +going. It's showing the time all right, and that will be sufficient +to keep the rector and the church-wardens quiet. It keeps up +appearances. Of course if the clock had stopped entirely they +would have had to do something.... You don't seem very pleased, +dear Mr. Prohack. We thought you'd be delighted. We did it all +for you."</p> +<p>"Did you indeed!" said Mr. Prohack ruthlessly. "And did you +think of the riskiness of what you were doing? There'll be a most +appalling scandal, certainly police-court proceedings, and I shall +be involved, if it comes to light."</p> +<p>"But it can't come to light!" Mimi exploded.</p> +<p>"And yet it came to my light."</p> +<p>"Yes, I expect Mr. Charles was so proud that he couldn't help +telling you some bits about it. But nobody else can know. Even +if Mrs. Slipstone lets on to the sexton, the sexton will never let +on because if he did he'd lose his place. The sexton will always +have to deny that he parted with the keys even for a moment. It +will be the loveliest mystery that ever was, and all the police in +the world won't solve it. Of course, if you aren't pleased, I'm +very sorry."</p> +<p>"It isn't a question of not being pleased. The breath is simply +knocked out of me—that's what it is! Whatever possessed you to +do it?"</p> +<p>"But something had to be done, Mr. Prohack. Everybody in +the house was terribly upset about you. You couldn't sleep because +of the clock, and you said you never would sleep. Mrs. +Prohack was at her wit's end."</p> +<p>"Everybody in the house was terribly upset about me! This is +the first I've heard of anybody being terribly upset about me. I +thought that everybody except me had forgotten all about the infernal +clock."</p> +<p>"Naturally!" said Mimi, with soothing calmness. "Mrs. Prohack +quite rightly forbade any mention of the clock in your presence. +She said the best thing to do was to help you to forget it +by never referring to it, and we all agreed with her. But it +weighed on us dreadfully. And something really had to be done."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was not unimpressed by this revelation of the +existence of a social atmosphere which he had never suspected. +But he was in no mood for compromise.</p> +<p>"Now just listen to me," said he. "You are without exception +the most dangerous woman that I have ever met. All women are +dangerous, but you are an acute peril."</p> +<p>"Yes," Mimi admitted, "Mr. Carrel Quire used to talk like that. +I got quite used to it."</p> +<p>"Did he really? Well, I think all the better of him, then. The +mischief with you is that your motives are good. But a good +motive is no excuse for a criminal act, and still less excuse for an +idiotic act. I don't suppose I shall do any good by warning you, +yet I do hereby most solemnly warn you to mend your ways. And +I wish you to understand clearly that I am not a bit grateful to +you. In fact the reverse."</p> +<p>Mimi stiffened herself.</p> +<p>"Perhaps you would prefer us to restore the missing part and +start the clock striking again. It would be perfectly easy. We +still have our own key to the tower and we could do it to-night. +I am sure it will be at least a week before the church-wardens +send an expert clock-maker up the tower."</p> +<p>In that moment Mr. Prohack had a distressing glimpse into +the illogical peculiarities of the human conscience, especially his +own. He knew that he ought to accept Mimi's offer, since it +would definitely obviate the possible consequences of a criminal +act and close a discreditable incident. But he thought of his +bad nights instead of thinking of Mimi's morals and the higher +welfare of society.</p> +<p>"No," he said. "Let sleeping clocks lie." And he saw that Mimi +read the meanness of his soul and was silently greeting him as +a fellow-sinner.</p> +<p>She surprised him by saying:</p> +<p>"I assure you, Mr. Prohack, that my sole idea—that our sole +idea—was to make the house more possible for you." And as +she uttered these words she gazed at him with a sort of delicious +pouting, challenging reproach.</p> +<p>What a singular remark, he thought! It implied a comprehension +of the fact, which he had considerately never disclosed, +that he objected to the house <i>in toto</i> and would have been +happier +in his former abode. And, curiously, it implied further that she +comprehended and sympathised with his objections. She knew she +had not done everything necessary to reconcile him to the noble +mansion, but she had done what she could—and it was not negligible.</p> +<p>"Nothing of the kind," said he. "You simply had no 'sole idea.' +When I admitted just now that your motives were good I was +exaggerating. Your motives were only half good, and if you think +otherwise you are deceiving yourself; you are not being realistic. +In that respect you are no better than anybody else."</p> +<p>"What was my other motive, then?" she enquired submissively, +as if appealing for information to the greatest living authority on +the enigmas of her own heart.</p> +<p>"Your other motive was to satisfy your damnable instinct for +dubious and picturesque adventure," said Mr. Prohack. "You +were pandering to the evil in you. If you could have stopped the +clock from striking by walking down Bond Street in Mrs. Slipstone's +clothes and especially her boots, would you have done it? +Certainly not. Of course you wouldn't. Don't try to come the +self-sacrificing saint over me, because you can't do it."</p> +<p>These words, even if amounting to a just estimate of the situation, +were ruthless and terrible. They might have accomplished +some genuine and lasting good if Mr. Prohack had spoken them in +a tone corresponding to their import. But he did not. His damnable +instinct for pleasing people once more got the better of him, +and he spoke them in a benevolent and paternal tone, his voice +vibrating with compassion and with appreciation of her damnable +instinct for dubious and picturesque adventure. The tone destroyed +the significance of the words.</p> +<p>Moreover, not content with the falsifying tone, he rose up from +his chair as he spoke, approached the charming and naughty girl, +and patted her on the shoulder. The rebuke, indeed, ended by +being more agreeable to the sinner than praise might have been +from a man less corroded with duplicity than Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>Mimi surprised him a second time.</p> +<p>"You're perfectly right," she said. "You always are." And +she seized his limp hand in hers and kissed it,—and ran away, +leaving him looking at the kissed hand.</p> +<p>Well, he was flattered, and he was pleased; or at any rate +something in him, some fragmentary part of him, was flattered +and pleased. Mimi's gesture was a triumph for a man nearing +fifty; but it was an alarming triumph.... Odd that in that +moment he should think of Lady Massulam! His fatal charm was +as a razor. Had he been playing with it as a baby might play +with a razor?... Popinjay? Coxcomb? Perhaps, Nevertheless, +the wench had artistically kissed his hand, and his hand felt +self-complacent, even if he didn't.</p> +<p>Brool, towards whom Mr. Prohack felt no impulse of good-will, +came largely in with a salver on which were the morning letters +and the morning papers, including the paper perused by Machin +with her early bedside tea and doubtless carefully folded again +in its original creases to look virginal.</p> +<p>The reappearance of that sheet had somewhat the quality of a +sinister miracle to Mr. Prohack. He asked no questions about it +so that he might be told no lies, but he searched it in vain for +a trace of the suffering Machin. It was, however, full of typographical +traces of himself and his family. The description of +the reception was disturbingly journalistic, which adjective, for +Mr. Prohack, unfortunately connoted the adjective vulgar. All +the wrong people were in the list of guests, and all the decent quiet +people were omitted. A value of twenty thousand pounds was put +upon the necklace, contradicting another part of the report which +stated the pearls to be "priceless." Mr. Prohack's fortune was +referred to; also his Treasury past; the implication being that +the fortune had caused him to leave the Treasury. His daughter's +engagement to Mr. Morfey was glanced at; and it was remarked +that Mr. Morfey—"known to all his friends and half London as +'Ozzie' Morfey"—was intimately connected with the greatest stage +Napoleon in history, Mr. Asprey Chown. Finally a few words +were given to Charlie; who was dubbed "a budding financier +already responsible for one highly successful <i>coup</i> and likely +to be +responsible for several others before much more water has run +under the bridges of the Thames."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack knew, then, in his limbs the meaning of the word +"writhe," and he was glad that he had not had his bath, because +even if he had had his bath he would have needed another one. +His attitude towards his fellow men had a touch of embittered and +cynical scorn unworthy of a philosopher. He turned, in another +paper, to the financial column, for, though all his money was +safe in fixed-interest-bearing securities, the fluctuations of whose +capital value could not affect his safety, yet he somehow could +not remain quite indifferent to the fluctuations of their capital +value; and in the financial column he saw a reference to a "young +operator," who, he was convinced, could be no other than Charlie; +in the reference there was a note of sarcasm which hurt Mr. Prohack +and aroused anew his apprehensions.</p> +<p>And among his correspondence was a letter which had been delivered +by hand. He thought he knew the handwriting on the +envelope, and he did: it was from Mr. Softly Bishop. Mr. Softly +Bishop begged, in a very familiar style, that Mr. Prohack and +wife would join himself and Miss Fancy on an early day at a little +luncheon party, and he announced that the 'highly desirable event +to the possibility of which he had alluded' on the previous evening, +had duly occurred. Strange, the fellow's eagerness to publish his +engagement to a person of more notoriety than distinction! The +fellow must have "popped the question" while escorting Miss +Fancy home in the middle of the night, and he must have written +the note before breakfast and despatched it by special messenger. +What a mentality!</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack desired now a whole series of baths. And he was +very harassed indeed. If he, by a fluke, had discovered the escapade +of the church-tower and the church-clock, why should not others +discover it by other flukes? Was it conceivable that such a matter +should forever remain a secret? The thing, to Mr. Prohack's +sick imagination, was like a bomb with a fuse attached and the +fuse lighted. When the bomb did go off, what trouble for an +entirely innocent Mr. Prohack! And he loathed the notion of his +proud, strong daughter being affianced to a man who, however +excellent intrinsically, was the myrmidon of that sublime showman, +Mr. Asprey Chown. And he hated his connection with Mr. +Softly Bishop and with Miss Fancy. Could he refuse the invitation +to the little luncheon party? He knew that he could not +refuse it. His connection with these persons was indisputable and +the social consequences of it could not be fairly avoided. As for +the matter of the necklace, he held that he could deal with that,—but +could he? He lacked confidence in himself. Even his fixed +interest-bearing securities might, by some inconceivable +world-catastrophe, +cease to bear interest, and then where would he be?</p> +<p>Philosophy! Philosophy was absurdly unpractical. Philosophy +could not cope with real situations. Where had he sinned? Nowhere. +He had taken Dr. Veiga's advice and given up trying to +fit his environment to himself instead of vice versa. He had let +things rip and shown no egotistic concern in the business of others. +But was he any better off in his secret soul? Not a whit. He +ought to have been happy; he was miserable. On every hand the +horizon was dark, and the glitter of seventeen thousand pounds per +annum did not lighten it by the illuminative power of a single +candle.... But his feverish hand gratefully remembered Mimi's +kiss.</p> +<br /> +<h3><b>VI</b></h3> +<p>Nevertheless, as the day waxed and began to wane, it was obvious +even to Mr. Prohack that the domestic climate grew sunnier and +more bracing. A weight seemed to have been lifted from the +hearts of all Mr. Prohack's entourage. The theft of the twenty +thousand pound necklace was a grave event, but it could not impair +the beauty of the great fact that the church-clock had ceased +to strike, and that therefore the master would be able to sleep. +The shadow of a menacing calamity had passed, and everybody's +spirits, except Mr. Prohack's, reacted to the news; Machin, restored +to duty, was gaiety itself; but Mr. Prohack, unresponsive, kept +on absurdly questioning his soul and the universe: "What am I +getting out of life? Can it be true that I am incapable of arranging +my existence in such a manner that the worm shall not feed +so gluttonously on my damask cheek?"</p> +<p>Eve's attitude to him altered. In view of the persistent silence +of the clock she had to admit to herself that her husband was still +a long way off insanity, and she was ashamed of her suspicion +and did all that she could to make compensation to him, while +imitating his discreet example and not referring even distantly to +the clock. When she mentioned the necklace, suggesting a direct +appeal to Scotland Yard, and he discountenanced the scheme, she +at once in the most charming way accepted his verdict and praised +his superior wisdom. When he placed before her the invitation +from Mr. Softly Bishop, she beautifully offered to disentangle him +from it if he should so desire. When she told him that she had +been asked to preside over the Social Amenities Committee of the +League of all the Arts, and he advised her not to bind herself by +taking any official position, and especially one which would force +her into contact with a pack of self-seeking snobbish women, she +beamed acquiescence and heartily concurred with him about +the pack of women. In fact the afternoon became one of those +afternoons on which every caprice was permitted to Mr. Prohack +and he could do no wrong. But the worm still fed on his +cheek.</p> +<p>Before tea he enjoyed a sleep, without having to time his repose +so as to avoid being wakened by the clock. And then tea +for one was served with full pomp in his study. This meant +either that his tireless women were out, or that Eve had judged +it prudent to indulge him in a solitary tea; and, after the hurried +thick-cupped teas at the Treasury, he certainly did not dislike a +leisurely tea replete with every luxury proper to the repast. He +ate, drank, and read odd things in odd corners of <i>The Times</i>, +and +at last he smoked.</p> +<p>He was on the edge of felicity in his miserableness when his +indefatigable women entered, all smiles. They had indeed been +out, and they were still arrayed for the street. One by one they +removed or cast aside such things as gloves, hats, coats, bags, until +the study began to bear some resemblance to a boudoir. Mr. Prohack, +though cheerfully grumbling at this, really liked it, for he +was of those who think that nothing furnishes a room so well as +a woman's hat, provided it be not permanently established.</p> +<p>Sissie even took off one shoe, on the plea that it hurt her, and +there the trifling article lay, fragile, gleaming and absurd. Mr. +Prohack appreciated it even more than the hats. He understood, +perhaps better than ever before, that though he had a vast passion +for his wife, there was enough emotion left in him to nourish an +affection almost equally vast for his daughter. She was a proud +piece, was that girl, and he was intensely proud of her. Nor did +a realistic estimate of her faults of character seem in the least +to diminish his pride in her. She had distinction; she had race. +Mimi might possibly be able to make rings round her in the pursuit +of any practical enterprise, but her mere manner of existing +from moment to moment was superior to Mimi's. The simple-minded +parent was indeed convinced at heart that the world held +no finer young woman than Sissie Prohack. He reflected with +satisfaction: "She knows I'm old, but there's something young in +me that forces her to treat me as young; and moreover she adores +me." He also reflected: "Of course they're after something, these +two. I can see a put-up job in their eyes." Ah! He was ready +for them, and the sensation of being ready for them was like a +tonic to him, raising him momentarily above misery.</p> +<p>"You look much better, Arthur," said Eve, artfully preparing.</p> +<p>"I am," said he. "I've had a bath."</p> +<p>"Had you given up baths, dad?" asked Sissie, with a curl of +the lips.</p> +<p>"No! But I mean I've had two baths. One in water and the +other in resignation."</p> +<p>"How dull!"</p> +<p>"I've been thinking about the arrangements for the wedding," +Eve started in a new, falsely careless tone, ignoring the badinage +between her husband and daughter, which she always privately regarded +as tedious.</p> +<p>There it was! They had come to worry him about the wedding. +He had not recovered from one social martyrdom before they were +plotting to push him into another. They were implacable, insatiable, +were his women. He got up and walked about.</p> +<p>"Now, dad," Sissie addressed him. "Don't pretend you aren't +interested." And then she burst into the most extraordinary +laughter—laughter +that bordered on the hysterical—and twirled herself +round on the shod foot. Her behaviour offended Eve.</p> +<p>"Of course if you're going on like that, Sissie, I warn you I +shall give it all up. After all, it won't be my wedding."</p> +<p>Sissie clasped her mother's neck.</p> +<p>"Don't be foolish, you silly old mater. It's a wedding, not a +funeral."</p> +<p>"Well, what about it?" asked Mr. Prohack, sniffing with pleasure +the new atmosphere created in his magnificent study by these +feminine contacts.</p> +<p>"Do you think we'd better have the wedding at St. George's, +Hanover Square, or at St. Nicodemus's?"</p> +<p>At the name of Nicodemus, Mr. Prohack started, as it were +guiltily.</p> +<p>"Because," Eve continued, "we can have it at either place. You +see Ozzie lives in one parish and Sissie in the other. St. Nicodemus +has been getting rather fashionable lately, I'm told."</p> +<p>"What saith the bride?"</p> +<p>"Oh, don't ask me!" answered Sissie lightly. "I'm prepared +for anything. It's mother's affair, not mine, in spite of what +she says. And nobody shall be able to say after I'm married that +I wasn't a dutiful daughter. I should love St. George's and I +should love St. Nicodemus's too." And then she exploded again +into disconcerting laughter, and the fit lasted longer than the +first one.</p> +<p>Eve protested again and Sissie made peace again.</p> +<p>"St. Nicodemus would be more original," said Eve.</p> +<p>"Not so original as you," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>Sissie choked on a lace handkerchief. St. Nicodemus was +selected for the august rite. Similar phenomena occurred when +Eve introduced the point whether the reception should be at Manchester +Square or at Claridge's Hotel. And when Eve suggested +that it might be well to enliven the mournfulness of a wedding +with an orchestra and dancing, Sissie leaped up and seizing her +father's hand whizzed him dangerously round the room to a tuna +of her own singing. The girl's mere physical force amazed him +The dance was brought to a conclusion by the overturning of an +occasional table and a Tanagra figure. Whereupon Sissie laughed +more loudly and hysterically than ever.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack deemed that masculine tact should be applied. Ha +soothed the outraged mother and tranquillised the ecstatic daughter, +and then in a matter-of-fact voice asked: "And what about +the date? Do let's get it over."</p> +<p>"We must consult Ozzie," said the pacified mamma.</p> +<p>Off went Sissie again into shrieks.</p> +<p>"You needn't," she spluttered. "It's not Ozzie's wedding. It's +mine. You fix your own date, dearest, and leave Ozzie to me, +Ozzie's only function at my wedding is to be indispensable." And +still laughing in the most crude and shocking way she ran on her +uneven feet out of the room, leaving the shoe behind on the hearth-rug +to prove that she really existed and was not a hallucination.</p> +<p>"I can't make out what's the matter with that girl," said Eve.</p> +<p>"The sooner she's married the better," said Mr. Prohack, +thoroughly reconciled now to the tedium of the ceremonies.</p> +<p>"I daresay you're right. But upon my word I don't know what +girls are coming to," said Eve.</p> +<p>"Nobody ever did know that," said Mr. Prohack easily, though +he also was far from easy in his mind about the bridal symptoms.</p> +<br /> +<h3><b>VII</b></h3> +<p>"Can Charlie speak to you for a minute?" The voice was Eve's, +diplomatic, apologetic. Her smiling and yet serious face, peeping +in through the bedroom door, seemed to say: "I know we're asking +a great favour and that your life is hard."</p> +<p>"All right," said Mr. Prohack, as a gracious, long-suffering +autocrat, +without moving his eyes from the book he was reading.</p> +<p>He had gone to bed. He had of late got into the habit of going +to bed. He would go to bed on the slightest excuse, and would +justify himself by pointing out that Voltaire used to do the same. +He was capable of going to bed several times a day. It was early +evening. The bed, though hired for a year only, was of extreme +comfortableness. The light over his head was in exactly the right +place. The room was warm. The book, by a Roman Emperor +popularly known as Marcus Aurelius, counted among the world's +masterpieces. It was designed to suit the case of Mr. Prohack, for +its message was to the effect that happiness and content are +commodities +which can be manufactured only in the mind, from the +mind's own ingredients, and that if the mind works properly no +external phenomena can prevent the manufacture of the said commodities. +In short, everything was calculated to secure Mr. Prohack's +felicity in that moment. But he would not have it. He said +to himself: "This book is all very fine, immortal, supreme, and so +on. Only it simply isn't true. Human nature won't work the way +this book says it ought to work; and what's more the author was +obviously afraid of life, he was never really alive and he was +never happy. Finally the tendency of the book is mischievously +anti-social." Thus did Mr. Prohack seek to destroy a reputation +of many centuries and to deny opinions which he himself had been +expressing for many years.</p> +<p>"I don't want to live wholly in myself," said Mr. Prohack. "I +want to live a great deal in other people. If you do that you may +be infernally miserable but at least you aren't dull. Marcus +Aurelius was more like a potato than I should care to be."</p> +<p>And he shoved the book under the pillow, turned half-over from +his side to the flat of his back, and prepared with gusto for the +evil which Charlie would surely bring. And indeed one glance at +Charlie's preoccupied features confirmed his prevision.</p> +<p>"You're in trouble, my lad," said he.</p> +<p>"I am," said Charlie.</p> +<p>"And the hour has struck when you want your effete father's +help," Mr. Prohack smiled benevolently.</p> +<p>"Put it like that," said Charlie amiably, taking a chair and +smoothing out his trousers.</p> +<p>"I suppose you've seen the references to yourself in the papers?"</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>"Rather sarcastic, aren't they?"</p> +<p>"Yes. But that rather flatters me, you know, dad. Shows I'm +being taken notice of."</p> +<p>"Still, you <i>have</i> been playing a dangerous game, haven't you?"</p> +<p>"Admitted," said Charlie, brightly and modestly. "But I was +reading in one of my new books that it is not a bad scheme to +live dangerously, and I quite agree. Anyhow it suits me. And +it's quite on the cards that I may pull through."</p> +<p>"You mean if I help you. Now listen to me, Charlie. I'm your +father, and if you're on earth it's my fault, and everything that +happens to you is my fault. Hence I'm ready to help you as far +as I can, which is a long way, but I'm not ready to throw my +money into a pit unless you can prove to my hard Treasury mind +that the pit is not too deep and has a firm unbreakable bottom. +Rather than have anything to do with a pit that has all attractive +qualities except a bottom, I would prefer to see you in the Bankruptcy +Court and make you an allowance for life."</p> +<p>"That's absolutely sound," Charlie concurred with beautiful +acquiescence. "And it's awfully decent of you to talk like this. +I expect I could soon prove to you that my pit is the sort of pit +you wouldn't mind throwing things into, and possibly one day I +might ask you to do some throwing. But I'm getting along pretty +well so far as money is concerned. I've come to ask you for something +else."</p> +<p>"Oh!" Mr. Prohack was a little dashed. But Charlie's demeanour +was so ingratiating that he did not feel in the least hurt.</p> +<p>"Yes. There's been some trouble between Mimi and me this +afternoon, and I'm hoping that you'll straighten it out for me."</p> +<p>"Ah!" Mr. Prohack's interest became suddenly intense and +pleasurable.</p> +<p>"The silly girl's given me notice. She's fearfully hurt because +you told her that I told you about the church-clock affair, after +it had been agreed between her and me that we wouldn't let on +to anybody at all. She says that she can't possibly stay with anybody +who isn't loyal, and that I'm not the man she thought I +was, and she's given notice!... And I can't do without that +girl! I knew she'd be perfectly invaluable to me, and she is."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was staggered at this revelation concerning Mimi. +It seemed to make her heroic and even more incalculable.</p> +<p>"But <i>I</i> never told her you'd told me anything about the +clock-striking +business!" he exclaimed.</p> +<p>"I felt sure you hadn't," said Charlie, blandly. "I wonder +how she got the idea into her head."</p> +<p>"Now I come to think of it," said Mr. Prohack, "she did assume +this morning that you must have told me about the clock, and I +didn't contradict her. Why should I!"</p> +<p>"Just so," Charlie smiled faintly. "But I'd be awfully obliged +if you'd contradict her now. One word from you will put it all +right."</p> +<p>"I'll ask her to come and see me first thing in the morning," +said Mr. Prohack. "But would you believe it, my lad, that she +never gave me the slightest sign this morning that your telling +me anything about the clock would upset her. Not the slightest +sign!"</p> +<p>"Oh! She wouldn't!" said Charlie. "She's like that. She's the +strangest mixture of reserve and rashness you ever saw."</p> +<p>"No, she isn't. Because they're all the strangest mixture—except +of course your esteemed mother, who we all agree is perfect. +Anything else I can do for you to-night?"</p> +<p>"You might tell me how you <i>did</i> find out about the +church-clock."</p> +<p>"With pleasure. The explanation will surprise you. I found +out because in my old-world way I'm jolly clever. And that's all +there is to it."</p> +<p>"Good night, dad. Thanks very much."</p> +<p>After Charlie had gone, Mr. Prohack said to himself: "That +boy's getting on. I can remember the time when he would have +come snorting in here full of his grievance, and been very sarcastic +when I offered him money he didn't want. What a change! +Oh, yes, he's getting on all right. He'll come through."</p> +<p>And Mr. Prohack was suddenly much fonder of the boy and +more inclined to see in him the possibility of genius. But he was +aware of apprehension as to the relations forming between his +son and Mimi. That girl appeared to be establishing an empire +over the great youthful prodigy of finance. Was this desirable?... +No, that was not the question. The question was: Would +Eve regard it as desirable? He could never explain to his wife +how deeply he had been touched by Mimi's mad solicitude for the +slumber of Charlie's father. And even if he could have explained +Eve would never have consented to understand.</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XXI"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h2>EVE'S MARTYRDOM</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>After a magnificent night's sleep, so magnificent indeed that +he felt as if he had never until that moment really grasped the +full significance of the word "sleep," Mr. Prohack rang the bell +for his morning tea. Of late he had given orders that he must +not under any circumstances be called, for it had been vouchsafed +to him that in spite of a multitude of trained servants there were +still things that he could do for himself better than anybody else +could do for him, and among them was the act of waking up Mr. +Prohack. He knew that he was in a very good humour, capable +of miracles, and he therefore determined that he would seize the +opportunity to find the human side of Mr. Brool and make a +friend of him. But the tea-tray was brought in by Mrs. Prohack, +who was completely and severely dressed. She put down the tray +and kissed her husband not as usual, but rather in the manner of +a Roman matron, and Mr. Prohack divined that something had +happened.</p> +<p>"I hope Brool hasn't dropped down dead," said he, realising +the foolishness of his facetiousness as he spoke.</p> +<p>Eve seemed to be pained.</p> +<p>"Have you slept better?" she asked, solicitous.</p> +<p>"I have slept so well that there's probably something wrong +with me," said he. "Heavy sleep is a symptom of several dangerous +diseases."</p> +<p>"I'm glad you've had a good night," she began, again ignoring +his maladroit flippancy, "because I want to talk to you."</p> +<p>"Darling," he responded. "Pour out my tea for me, will you? +Then I shall be equal to any strain. I trust that you also passed +a fair night, madam. You look tremendously fit."</p> +<p>Visions of Lady Massulam flitted through his mind, but he +decided that Eve, seriously pouring out tea for him under the +lamp in the morning twilight of the pale bedroom, could not be +matched by either Lady Massulam or anybody else. No, he could +not conceive a Lady Massulam pouring out early tea; the Lady +Massulams could only pour out afternoon tea—a job easier to do +with grace and satisfaction.</p> +<p>"I have not slept a wink all night," said Eve primly. "But I +was determined that nothing should induce me to disturb you."</p> +<p>"Yes?" Mr. Prohack encouraged her, sipping the first glorious +sip.</p> +<p>"Well, will you believe me that Sissie slipped out last night +after dinner without saying a word to me or any one, and that +she didn't come back and hasn't come back? I sat up for her till +three o'clock—I telephoned to Charlie, but no! he'd seen nothing +of her."</p> +<p>"Did you telephone to Ozzie?"</p> +<p>"Telephone to Ozzie, my poor boy! Of course I didn't. I +wouldn't have Ozzie know for anything. Besides, he isn't on the +telephone at his flat."</p> +<p>"That's a good reason for not telephoning, anyway," said Mr. +Prohack.</p> +<p>"But did you ever hear of such a thing? The truth is, you've +spoilt that child."</p> +<p>"I may have spoilt the child," Mr. Prohack admitted. "But I +have heard of such a thing. I seem to remember that in the dear +dead days of dancing studios, something similar occurred to your +daughter."</p> +<p>"Yes, but we did know where she was."</p> +<p>"You didn't. I did," Mr. Prohack corrected her.</p> +<p>"Do you want me to cry?" Eve demanded suddenly.</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack. "I love to see you cry."</p> +<p>Eve pursed her lips and wrinkled her brows and gazed at the +window, performing great feats of self-control under extreme +provocation +to lose her temper.</p> +<p>"What do you propose to do?" she asked with formality.</p> +<p>"Wait till the girl comes back," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Arthur! I really cannot understand how you can take a +thing like this so casually! No, I really can't!"</p> +<p>"Neither can I!" Mr. Prohack admitted, quite truthfully.</p> +<p>He saw that he ought to have been gravely upset by Sissie's +prank and he was merely amused. "Effect of too much sleep, no +doubt," he added.</p> +<p>Eve walked about the room.</p> +<p>"I pretended to Machin this morning that Sissie had told me +that she was sleeping out, and that I had forgotten to tell Machin. +It's a good thing we haven't engaged lady's maids yet. I can +trust Machin. I know she didn't believe me this morning, but I +can trust her. You see, after Sissie's strange behaviour these last +few days.... One doesn't know what to think. And there's +something else. Every morning for the last three or four weeks +Sissie's gone out somewhere, for an hour or two, quite regularly. +And where she went I've never been able to find out. Of course +with a girl like her it doesn't do to ask too direct questions.... +Ah! I should like to have seen my mother in my place. I know +what she'd have done!"</p> +<p>"What would your mother have done? She always seemed to +me to be a fairly harmless creature."</p> +<p>"Yes, to you!... Do you think we ought to inform the police!"</p> +<p>"No!"</p> +<p>"I'm so glad. The necklace and Sissie coming on top of each +other! No, it would be too much!"</p> +<p>"It never rains but it pours, does it?" observed Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"But what <i>are</i> we to do?"</p> +<p>"Just what your mother would have done. Your mother would +have argued like this: Either Sissie is staying away against her +will or she is staying away of her own accord. If the former, it +means an accident, and we are bound to hear shortly from one of +the hospitals. If the latter, we can only sit tight. Your mother +had a vigorous mind and that is how she would have looked at +things."</p> +<p>"I never know how to take you, Arthur," said Mrs. Prohack, +and went on: "And what makes it all the more incomprehensible +is that yesterday afternoon Sissie went with me to Jay's to see +about the wedding-dress."</p> +<p>"But why should that make it all the more incomprehensible?"</p> +<p>"Don't you think it does, somehow? I do."</p> +<p>"Did she giggle at Jay's?"</p> +<p>"Oh, no! Except once. Yes, I think she giggled once. That +was when the fitter said she hoped we should give them plenty of +time, because most customers rushed them so. I remember thinking +how queer it was that Sissie should laugh so much at a perfectly +simple remark like that. Oh! Arthur!"</p> +<p>"Now, my child," said Mr. Prohack firmly. "Don't get into +your head that Sissie has gone off hers. Yesterday you thought +for quite half an hour that I was suffering from incipient lunacy. +Let that suffice you for the present. Be philosophical. The source +of tranquillity is within. Remember that, and remind me of it +too, because I'm apt to forget it.... We can do nothing at the +moment. I will now get up, and I warn you that I shall want a +large breakfast and you to pour out my coffee and read the interesting +bits out of <i>The Daily Picture</i> to me."<br /> +</p> +<h3>II<br /> +</h3> +<p>At eleven o'clock of the morning the <i>status quo</i> was still +maintaining +itself within the noble mansion at Manchester Square. +Mr. Prohack, washed, dressed, and amply fed, was pretending to +be very busy with correspondence in his study, but he was in fact +much more busy with Eve than with the correspondence. She +came in to him every few minutes, and each time needed more +delicate handling. After one visit Mr. Prohack had an idea. He +transferred the key from the inside to the outside of the door. +At the next visit Eve presented an ultimatum. She said that +Mr. Prohack must positively do something about his daughter. +Mr. Prohack replied that he would telephone to his solicitors: a +project which happily commended itself to Eve, though what his +solicitors could do except charge a fee Mr. Prohack could not +imagine.</p> +<p>"You wait here," said he persuasively.</p> +<p>He then left the room and silently locked the door on Eve. It +was a monstrous act, but Mr. Prohack had slept too well and was +too fully inspired by the instinct of initiative. He hurried +downstairs, +ignoring Brool, who was contemplating the grandeur of the +entrance hall, snatched his overcoat, hat, and umbrella from the +seventeenth-century panelled cupboard in which these articles were +kept, and slipped away into the Square, before Brool could even +open the door for him. As he fled he glanced up at the windows +of his study, fearful lest Eve might have divined his purpose to +abandon her and, catching sight of him in flight, might begin +making noises on the locked door. But Eve had not divined his +purpose.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack walked straight to Bruton Street, where Oswald +Morfey's Japanese flat was situated. Mr. Prohack had never seen +this flat, though his wife and daughter had been invited to it for +tea—and had returned therefrom with excited accounts of its +exquisite uniqueness. He had decided that his duty was to inform +Ozzie of the mysterious disappearance of Sissie as quickly as possible; +and, as Ozzie's theatrical day was not supposed to begin +until noon, he hoped to catch him before his departure to the beck +and call of the mighty Asprey Chown.</p> +<p>The number in Bruton Street indicated a tall, thin house with +four bell-pushes and four narrow brass-plates on its door-jamb. +The deceitful edifice looked at a distance just like its neighbours, +but, as the array on the door-jamb showed, it had ceased to be +what it seemed, the home of a respectable Victorian family in easy +circumstances, and had become a Georgian warren for people who +could reconcile themselves to a common staircase provided only +they might engrave a sound West End address on their notepaper. +The front-door was open, disclosing the reassuring fact that the +hall and staircase were at any rate carpeted. Mr. Prohack rang +the bell attached to Ozzie's name, waited, rang again, waited, and +then marched upstairs. Perhaps Ozzie was shaving. Not being +accustomed to the organisation of tenements in fashionable quarters, +Mr. Prohack was unaware that during certain hours of the +day he was entitled to ring the housekeeper's bell, on the opposite +door-jamb, and to summon help from the basement.</p> +<p>As he mounted it the staircase grew stuffier and stuffier, but the +condition of the staircarpet improved. Mr. Prohack hated the +place, and at once determined to fight powerfully against Sissie's +declared intention of starting married life in her husband's +bachelor-flat, +for the sake of economy. He would force the pair, if +necessary, to accept from him a flat rent-free, or he would even +purchase for them one of those bijou residences of which he had +heard tell. He little dreamed that this very house had once been +described as a bijou residence. The third floor landing was terribly +small and dark, and Mr. Prohack could scarcely decipher the +name of his future son-in-law on the shabby name-plate.</p> +<p>"This den would be dear at elevenpence three farthings a year," +said he to himself, and was annoyed because for months he had +been picturing the elegant Oswald as the inhabitant of something +orientally and impeccably luxurious, and he wondered that his +women, as a rule so critical, had breathed no word of the flat's +deplorable approaches.</p> +<p>He rang the bell, and the bell made a violent and horrid sound, +which could scarcely fail to be heard throughout the remainder +of the house. No answer! Ozzie had gone. He descended the +stairs, and on the second-floor landing saw an old lady putting +down a mat in front of an open door. The old lady's hair was in +curl-papers.</p> +<p>"I suppose," he ventured, raising his hat. "I suppose you don't +happen to know whether Mr. Morfey has gone out?"</p> +<p>The old lady scanned him before replying.</p> +<p>"He can't be gone out," she answered. "He's just been sweeping +his floor enough to wake the dead."</p> +<p>"Sweeping his floor!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack, shocked, thunderstruck. +"I understood these were service flats."</p> +<p>"So they are—in a way, but the housekeeper never gets up to +this floor before half past twelve; so it can't be the housekeeper. +Besides, she's gone out for me."</p> +<p>"Thank you," said Mr. Prohack, and remounted the staircase. +His blood was up. He would know the worst about the elegant +Oswald, even if he had to beat the door down. He was, however, +saved from this extreme measure, for when he aimlessly pushed +against Oswald's door it opened.</p> +<p>He beheld a narrow passage, which in the matter of its decoration +certainly did present a Japanese aspect to Mr. Prohack, +who, however, had never been to Japan. Two doors gave off the +obscure corridor. One of these doors was open, and in the doorway +could be seen the latter half of a woman and the forward half +of a carpet-brush. She was evidently brushing the carpet of a +room and gradually coming out of the room and into the passage. +She wore a large blue pinafore apron, and she was so absorbed in +her business that the advent of Mr. Prohack passed quite unnoticed +by her. Mr. Prohack waited. More of the woman appeared, and +at last the whole of her. She felt, rather than saw, the presence +of a man at the entrance, and she looked up, transfixed. A deep +blush travelled over all her features.</p> +<p>"How clever of you!" she said, with a fairly successful effort +to be calm.</p> +<p>"Good morning, my child," said Mr. Prohack, with a similar and +equally successful effort. "So you're cleaning Mr. Morfey's flat +for him."</p> +<p>"Yes. And not before it needed it. Do come in and shut the +door." Mr. Prohack obeyed, and Sissie shed her pinafore apron. +"Now we're quite private. I think you'd better kiss me. I may +as well tell you that I'm fearfully happy—much more so than I +expected to be at first."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack again obeyed, and when he kissed his daughter he +had an almost entirely new sensation. The girl was far more +interesting to him than she had ever been. Her blush thrilled +him.</p> +<p>"You might care to glance at that," said Sissie, with an affectation +of carelessness, indicating a longish, narrowish piece of paper +covered with characters in red and black, which had been affixed +to the wall of the passage with two pins. "We put it there—at least +I did—to save trouble."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack scanned the document. It began: "This is to +certify—" and it was signed by a "Registrar of births, deaths, and +marriages."</p> +<p>"Yesterday, eh?" he ejaculated.</p> +<p>"Yes. Yesterday, at two o'clock. <i>Not</i> at St George's and <i>not</i> +at St Nicodemus's.... Well, you can say what you like, dad—"</p> +<p>"I'm not aware of having said anything yet," Mr. Prohack +put in.</p> +<p>"You can say what you like, but what <i>did</i> you expect me to +do? +It was necessary to bring home to some people that this is the +twentieth century, not the nineteenth, and I think I've done it. +And anyway what are you going to do about it? Did you +seriously suppose that I—<i>I</i>—was going through all the +orange-blossom +rigmarole, voice that breathed o'er Eden, fully choral, red +carpet on the pavement, flowers, photographers, vicar, vestry, <i>Daily +Picture</i>, reception, congratulations, rice, old shoes, going-away +dress, 'Be kind to her, Ozzie.' Not much! And I don't think. +They say that girls love it and insist on it. Well, I don't, and I +know some others who don't, too. I think it's simply barbaric, +worse than a public funeral. Why, to my mind it's Central African; +and that's all there is to it. So there!" She laughed.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohaek, holding his hat in his hand. "I'm +a tolerably two-faced person myself, but for sheer heartless duplicity +I give you the palm. You can beat me. Has it occurred to +you that this dodge of yours will cost you about fifty per cent of +the wedding presents you might otherwise have had?"</p> +<p>"It has," said Sissie. "That was one reason why we tried the +dodge. Nothing is more horrible than about fifty per cent of the +wedding presents that brides get in these days. And we've had +the two finest presents anybody could wish for."</p> +<p>"Oh?"</p> +<p>"Yes, Ozzie gave me Ozzie, and I gave him me."</p> +<p>"I suppose the idea was yours?"</p> +<p>"Of course. Didn't I tell you yesterday that Ozzie's only function +at my wedding was to be indispensable. He was very much +afraid at first when I started on the scheme, but he soon warmed +up to it. I'll give him credit for seeing that secrecy was the only +thing. If we'd announced it beforehand, we should have been +bound to be beaten. You see that yourself, don't you, dearest? +And after all, it's our affair and nobody else's."</p> +<p>"That's just where you're wrong," said Mr. Prohack grandly. +"A marriage, even yours, is an affair of the State's. It concerns +society. It is full of reactions on society. And society has been +very wise to invest it with solemnity—and a certain grotesque +quality. All solemnities are a bit grotesque, and so they ought to +be. All solemnities ought to produce self-consciousness in the +performers. As things are, you'll be ten years in convincing yourself +that you're really a married woman, and till the day of your death, +and afterwards, society will have an instinctive feeling that there's +something fishy about you, or about Ozzie. And it's your own +fault."</p> +<p>"Oh, dad! What a fraud you are!" And the girl smiled. "You +know perfectly well that if you'd been in my place, and had had +the pluck—which you wouldn't have had—you'd have done the +same."</p> +<p>"I should," Mr. Prohack immediately admitted. "Because I +always want to be smarter than other people. It's a cheap ambition. +But I should have been wrong. And I'm exceedingly angry +with you and I'm suffering from a sense of outrage, and I should +not be at all surprised if all is over between us. The thing amounts +to a scandal, and the worst of it is that no satisfactory explanation +of it can ever be given to the world. If your Ozzie is up, +produce him, and I'll talk to him as he's never been talked to +before. He's the elder, he's a man, and he's the most to blame."</p> +<p>"Take your overcoat off," said Sissie laughing and kissing him +again. "And don't you dare to say a word to Ozzie. Besides, he +isn't in. He's gone off to business. He always goes at eleven-thirty +punctually."</p> +<p>There was a pause.</p> +<p>"Well," said Mr. Prohack. "All I wish to state is that if you +had a feather handy, you could knock me down with it."</p> +<p>"I can see all over your face," Sissie retorted, "that you're so +pleased and relieved you don't know what to do with yourself."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack perfunctorily denied this, but it was true. His +relief that the wedding lay behind instead of in front of him was +immense, and his spirits rose even higher than they had been +when he first woke up. He loathed all ceremonies, and the prospect +of having to escort an orange-blossom-laden young woman in +an automobile to a fashionable church, and up the aisle thereof, +and raise his voice therein, and make a present of her to some one +else, and breathe sugary nothings to a thousand gapers at a starchy +reception,—this prospect had increasingly become a nightmare to +him. Often had he dwelt on it in a condition resembling panic. +And now he felt genuinely grateful to his inexcusable daughter for +her shameless effrontery. He desired greatly to do something very +handsome indeed for her and her excellent tame husband.</p> +<p>"Step in and see my home," she said.</p> +<p>The home consisted of two rooms, one of them a bedroom and the +other a sitting-room, together with a small bathroom that was as +dark and dank as a cell of the Spanish Inquisition, and another +apartment which he took for a cupboard, but which Sissie +authoritatively +informed him was a kitchen. The two principal rooms +were beyond question beautifully Japanese in the matter of pictures, +prints and cabinets—not otherwise. They showed much +taste; they were unusual and stimulating and jolly and refined; +but Mr. Prohack did not fancy that he personally could have lived +in them with any striking success. The lack of space, of light, and +of air outweighed all considerations of charm and originality; +the upper staircase alone would have ruined any flat for Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Isn't it lovely!" Sissie encouraged him.</p> +<p>"Yes, it is," he said feebly. "Got any servants yet?"</p> +<p>"Oh! We can't have servants. No room for them to sleep, and +I couldn't stand charwomen. You see, it's a service flat, so there's +really nothing to do."</p> +<p>"So I noticed when I came in," said Mr. Prohack. "And I suppose +you intend to eat at restaurants. Or do they send up meals +from the cellar?"</p> +<p>"We shan't go to restaurants," Sissie replied. "You may be +sure of that. Too expensive for us. And I don't count much on +the cookery downstairs. No! I shall do the cooking in a +chaffing-dish—here +it is, you see. I've been taking lessons in chafing-dish +cookery every day for weeks, and it's awfully amusing, it +is really. And it's much better than ordinary cooking, and cheaper +too. Ozzie loves it."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was touched, and more than ever determined to "be +generous in the grand manner and start the simple-minded couple +in married life on a scale befitting the general situation.</p> +<p>"You'll soon be clearing out of this place, I expect," he began +cautiously.</p> +<p>"Clearing out!" Sissie repeated. "Why should we? We've got +all we need. We haven't the slightest intention of trying to live as +you live. Ozzie's very prudent, I'm glad to say, and so am I. +We're going to save hard for a few years, and then we shall see +how things are."</p> +<p>"But you can't possibly stay on living in a place like this!" +Mr. Prohack protested, smiling diplomatically to soften the effect +of his words.</p> +<p>"Who can't?"</p> +<p>"You can't."</p> +<p>"But when you say me, do you mean your daughter or Ozzie's +wife? Ozzie's lived here for years, and he's given lots of parties +here—tea-parties, of course."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack paused, perceiving that he had put himself in the +wrong.</p> +<p>"This place is perfectly respectable," Sissie continued, "and +supposing you hadn't got all that money from America or somewhere," +she persisted, "would you have said that I couldn't 'possibly +go on living in a place like this?'" She actually imitated his +superior fatherly tone. "You'd have been only too pleased to see +me living in a place like this."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack raised both arms on high.</p> +<p>"All right," said the young spouse, absurdly proud of her position. +"I'll let you off with your life this time, and you can drop +your arms again. But if anybody had told me that you would +come here and make a noise like a plutocrat I wouldn't have believed +it. Still, I'm frightfully fond of you and I know you'd do +anything for me, and you're nearly as much of a darling as Ozzie, +but you mustn't be a rich man when you call on me here. I +couldn't bear it twice."</p> +<p>"I retire in disorder, closely pursued by the victorious enemy," +said Mr. Prohack. And in so saying he accurately described the +situation. He had been more than defeated—he had been exquisitely +snubbed. And yet the singular creature was quite pleased. +He looked at the young girl, no longer his and no longer a girl +either, set in the midst of a japanned and lacquered room that so +resembled Ozzie in its daintiness; he saw the decision on her brow, +the charm in her eyes, and the elegance in her figure and dress, +and he came near to bursting with pride. "She's got character +enough to beat even me," he reflected contentedly, thus exhibiting +an ingenuousness happily rare among fathers of brilliant daughters. +And even the glimpse of the cupboard kitchen, where the +washing-up after a chafing-dish breakfast for two had obviously +not yet been accomplished—even this touch seemed only to intensify +the moral and physical splendour of his child in her bridal +setting.</p> +<p>"At the same time," he added to the admission of defeat, "I +seem to have a sort of idea that lately you've been carrying on +rather like a plutocrat's daughter."</p> +<p>"That was only my last fling," she replied, quite unperturbed.</p> +<p>"I see," said Mr. Prohack musingly. "Now as regards my wedding +present to you. Am I permitted to offer any gift, or is it +forbidden? Of course with all my millions I couldn't hope to rival +the gift which Ozzie gave you, but I might come in a pretty fair +second, mightn't I?"</p> +<p>"Dad," said she. "I must leave all that to your good taste. +I'm sure that it won't let you make any attack on our independence."</p> +<p>"Supposing that I were to find some capital for Ozzie to start +in business for himself as a theatrical manager? He must know +a good deal about the job by this time."</p> +<p>Sissie shook her delicious head.</p> +<p>"No, that would be plutocratic. And you see I've only just +married Ozzie. I don't know anything about him yet. When I +do, I shall come and talk to you. While you're waiting I wish +you'd give me some crockery. One breakfast cup isn't quite enough +for two people, after the first day. I saw a set of things in a shop +in Oxford Street for £1. 19. 6 which I should love to have.... +What's happened to the mater? Is she in a great state about me? +Hadn't you better run off and put her out of her misery?"</p> +<p>He went, thoughtful.</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>He was considerably dashed on his return home, to find the door +of his study still locked on the outside. The gesture which on his +leaving the room seemed so natural, brilliant and excusable, now +presented itself to him as the act of a coarse-minded idiot. He +hesitated to unlock the door, but of course he had to unlock it. +Eve sat as if at the stake, sublime.</p> +<p>"Arthur, why do you play these tricks on me—and especially +when we are in such trouble?"</p> +<p>Why did he, indeed?</p> +<p>"I merely didn't want you to run after me," said he. "I made +sure of course that you'd ring the bell at once and have the door +opened."</p> +<p>"Did you imagine for a moment that I would let any of the +servants know that you'd locked me in a room? No! You couldn't +have imagined that. I've too much respect for your reputation +in this house to do such a thing, and you ought to know it."</p> +<p>"My child," said Mr. Prohack, once again amazed at Eve's +extraordinary +gift for putting him in the wrong, and for making him +still more wrong when he was wrong. "This is the second time +this morning that I've had to surrender to overwhelming force. +Name your own terms of peace. But let me tell you in extenuation +that I've discovered your offspring. The fact is, I got her +in one."</p> +<p>"Where is she?" Eve asked, not eagerly, rather negligently, for +she was now more distressed about her husband's behaviour than +about Sissie.</p> +<p>"At Ozzie's." As soon as he had uttered the words Mr. Prohack +saw his wife's interest fly back from himself to their daughter.</p> +<p>"What's she doing at Ozzie's?"</p> +<p>"Well, she's living with him. They were married yesterday. +They thought they'd save you and me and themselves a lot of +trouble.... But, look here, my child, it's not a tragedy. What's +the matter with you?"</p> +<p>Eve's face was a mask of catastrophe. She did not cry. The +affair went too deep for tears.</p> +<p>"I suppose I shall have to forgive Sissie—some day; but I've +never been so insulted in my life. Never! And never shall I +forget it! And I've no doubt that you and Sissie treated it all +as a great piece of fun. You would!"</p> +<p>The poor lady had gone as pale as ivory. Mr. Prohack was +astonished—he even felt hurt—that he had not seen the thing from +Eve's point of view earlier. Emphatically it did amount to an +insult for Eve, to say naught of the immense desolating disappointment +to her. And yet Sissie, princess among daughters, had +not shown by a single inflection of her voice that she had any sympathy +with her mother, or any genuine appreciation of what the +secret marriage would mean to her. Youth was incredibly cruel; +and age too, in the shape of Mr. Prohack himself, had not been +much less cruel.</p> +<p>"Something's happened about that necklace since you left," said +Eve, in a dull, even voice.</p> +<p>"Oh! What?"</p> +<p>"I don't know. But I saw Mr. Crewd the detective drive up to +the house at a great pace. Then Brool came and knocked here, +and as I didn't care to have to tell him that the door was locked, +I kept quiet and he went away again. Mr. Crewd went away too. +I saw him drive away."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack said nothing audible, but to himself he said: "She +actually choked off her curiosity about the necklace so as not to +give me away! There could never have been another woman like +her in the whole history of human self-control! She's prodigious!"</p> +<p>And then he wondered what could have happened in regard to +the necklace. He foresaw more trouble there. And the +splendour of the morning had faded. An appalling silence +descended upon the whole house. To escape from its +sinister spell Mr. Prohack departed and sought the seclusion +of his secondary club, which he had not entered for a very +long time. (He dared not face the lively amenities of his principal +club.) He pretended, at the secondary club, that he had never +ceased to frequent the place regularly, and to that end he put on +a nonchalant air; but he was somewhat disconcerted to find, from +the demeanour of his acquaintances there, that he positively had +not been missed to any appreciable extent. He decided that the +club was a dreary haunt, and could not understand why he had +never before perceived its dreariness. The members seemed to be +scarcely alive; and in particular they seemed to have conspired +together to behave and talk as though humanity consisted of only +one sex,—their own. Mr. Prohack, worried though he was by a too +acute realisation of the fact that humanity did indeed consist of +two sexes, despised the lot of them. And yet simultaneously the +weaker part of him envied them, and he fully admitted, in the +abstract, that something might convincingly be said in favour of +monasteries. It was a most strange experience.</p> +<p>After a desolating lunch of excellent dishes, perfect coffee which +left a taste in his mouth, and a fine cigar which he threw away +before it was half finished, he abandoned the club and strolled in +the direction of Manchester Square. But he lacked the courage +to go into the noble mansion, and feebly and aimlessly proceeded +northward until he arrived at Marylebone Road and saw the great +historic crimson building of Madame Tussaud's Waxworks. His +mood was such that he actually, in a wild and melancholy caprice, +paid money to enter this building and enquired at once for the +room known as the Chamber of Horrors.... When he emerged +his gloom had reached the fantastic, hysteric, or giggling stage, +and his conception of the all-embracingness of London was immensely +enlarged.</p> +<p>"Miss Sissie and Mr. Morfey are with Mrs. Prohack, sir," said +Brool, in a quite ordinary tone, taking the hat and coat of his +returned master in the hall of the noble mansion.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack started.</p> +<p>"Give me back my hat and coat," said he. "Tell your mistress +that I may not be in for dinner." And he fled.</p> +<p>He could not have assisted at the terrible interview between Eve +and the erring daughter who had inveigled her own betrothed into +a premature marriage. Sissie at any rate had pluck, and she +must also have had an enormous moral domination over Ozzie to +have succeeded in forcing him to join her in a tragic scene. What +a honeymoon! To what a pass had society come! Mr. Prohack +drove straight to the Monument, and paid more money for the +privilege of climbing it. He next visited the Tower. The day +seemed to consist of twenty-four thousand hours. He dined at the +Trocadero Restaurant, solitary at a table under the shadow of the +bass fiddle of the orchestra; and finally he patronised Maskelyne +and Cook's entertainment, and witnessed the dissipation of solid +young women into air. He reached home, as it was humorously +called, at ten thirty.</p> +<p>"Mrs. Prohack has retired for the night, sir," said Brool, who +never permitted his employers merely to go to bed, "and wishes +not to be disturbed."</p> +<p>"Thank God!" breathed Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," said Brool, dutifully acquiescent.</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<br /> +<p>The next morning Eve behaved to her husband exactly as if +nothing untoward had happened. She kissed and was kissed. She +exhibited sweetness without gaiety, and a general curiosity without +interest. She said not a word concerning the visit of Sissie and +Ozzie. She expressed the hope that Mr. Prohack had had a pleasant +evening and slept well. Her anxiety to be agreeable to Mr. +Prohack was touching,—it was angelic. To the physical eye all +was as usual, but Mr. Prohack was aware that in a single night +she had built a high and unscalable wall between him and her; a +wall which he could see through and which he could kiss through, +but which debarred him utterly from her. And yet what sin had +he committed against her, save the peccadillo of locking her for +an hour or two in a comfortable room? It was Sissie, not he, who +had committed the sin. He wanted to point this out to Eve, but +he appreciated the entire futility of doing so and therefore refrained. +About eleven o'clock Eve knocked at and opened his +study door.</p> +<p>"May I come in—or am I disturbing you?" she asked brightly.</p> +<p>"Don't be a silly goose," said Mr. Prohack, whose rising temper—he +hated angels—was drowning his tact. Smiling as though he +had thrown her a compliment, Eve came in, and shut the door.</p> +<p>"I've just received this," she said. "It came by messenger." +And she handed him a letter signed with the name of Crewd, the +private detective. The letter ran: "Madam, I beg to inform you +that I have just ascertained that the driver of taxi No. 5437 has +left at New Scotland Yard a pearl necklace which he found in his +vehicle. He states that he drove a lady and gentleman from your +house to Waterloo Station on the evening of your reception, but +can give no description of them. I mention the matter <i>pro forma</i>, +but do not anticipate that it can interest you as the police +authorities +at New Scotland Yard declare the pearls to be false. Yours +obediently.... P.S. I called upon you in order to communicate +the above facts yesterday, but you were not at home."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack turned a little pale, and his voice trembled as he +said, looking up from the letter:</p> +<p>"I wonder who the thief was. Anyhow, women are staggering. +Here some woman—I'm sure it was the woman and not the man—picks +up a necklace from the floor of one of your drawing-rooms, +well knowing it not to be her own, hides it, makes off with it, +and then is careless enough to leave it in a taxi! Did you ever +hear of such a thing?"</p> +<p>"But that wasn't my necklace, Arthur!" said Eve.</p> +<p>"Of course it was your necklace," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Do you mean to tell me—" Eve began, and it was a new Eve.</p> +<p>"Of course I do!" said Mr. Prohack, who had now thoroughly +subdued his temper in the determination to bring to a head that +trouble about the necklace and end it for ever. He was continuing +his remarks when the wall suddenly fell down with an unimaginable +crash. Eve said nothing, but the soundless crash deafened Mr. +Prohack. Nevertheless the mere fact that Sissie's wedding lay +behind and not before him, helped him somewhat to keep his +spirits and his nerve.</p> +<p>"I will never forgive you, Arthur!" said Eve with the most +solemn and terrible candour. She no longer played a part; she +was her formidable self, utterly unmasked and savagely expressive +without any regard to consequences. Mr. Prohack saw that he was +engaged in a mortal duel, with the buttons off the deadly foils.</p> +<p>"Of course you won't," said he, gathering himself heroically +together, and superbly assuming a calm which he did not in the +least feel. "Of course you won't, because there is nothing to forgive. +On the contrary, you owe me your thanks. I never deceived +you. I never told you the pearls were genuine. Indeed I beg +to remind you that I once told you positively that I would never +buy you a <i>pearl</i> necklace,—don't you remember? You thought they +were genuine, and you have had just as much pleasure out of them +as if they had been genuine. You were always careless with your +jewellery. Think how I should have suffered if I had watched you +every day being careless with a rope of genuine pearls! I should +have had no peace of mind. I should have been obliged to reproach +you, and as you can't bear to be reproached you would have picked +quarrels with me. Further, you have lost nothing in prestige, for +the reason that all our friends and acquaintances have naturally +assumed that the pearls were genuine because they were your +pearls and you were the wife of a rich man. A woman whose +husband's financial position is not high and secure is bound to +wear real pearls because people will <i>assume</i> that her pearls are +false. But a woman like yourself can wear any pinchbeak pearls +with impunity because people <i>assume</i> that her pearls are +genuine. +In your case there could be no advantage whatever in genuine +pearls. To buy them would be equivalent to throwing money in +the street. Now, as it is, I have saved money over the pearls, and +therefore interest on money, though I did buy you the very finest +procurable imitations! And think, my child, how relieved you +are now,—oh, yes! you are, so don't pretend the contrary: I can +deceive you, but you can't deceive me. You have no grievance +whatever. You have had many hours of innocent satisfaction in +your false jewels, and nobody is any the worse. Indeed my surpassing +wisdom in the choice of a necklace has saved you from all +further worry about the loss of the necklace, because it simply +doesn't matter either one way or the other, and I say I defy you +to stand there and tell me to my face that you have any grievance +at all."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack paused for a reply, and he got it.</p> +<p>"I will never forgive you as long as I live," said Eve. "Let +us say no more about it. What time is that awful lunch that +you've arranged with that dreadful Bishop man? And what would +you like me to wear, please?" In an instant she had rebuilt the +wall, higher than ever.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack, always through the wall, took her in his arms and +kissed her. But he might as well have kissed a woman in a trance. +All that could be said was that Eve submitted to his embrace, and +her attitude was another brilliant illustration of the fact that the +most powerful oriental tyrants can be defied by their weakest +slaves, provided that the weakest slaves know how to do it.</p> +<p>"You are splendid!" said Mr. Prohack, admiringly, conscious +anew of his passion for her and full of trust in the virtue of his +passion to knock down the wall sooner or later. "But you are a +very naughty and ungrateful creature, and you must be punished. +I will now proceed to punish you. We have much to do before the +lunch. Go and get ready, and simply put on all the clothes that +have cost the most money. They are the clothes fittest for your +punishment."</p> +<p>Three-quarters of an hour later, when Mr. Prohack had telephoned +and sent a confirmatory note by hand to his bank, Carthew +drove them away southwards, and the car stopped in front of the +establishment of a very celebrated firm of jewellers near Piccadilly.</p> +<p>"Come along," said Mr. Prohack, descending to the pavement, +and drew after him a moving marble statue, richly attired. They +entered the glittering shop, and were immediately encountered by +an expectant salesman who had the gifts of wearing a frock-coat +as though he had been born in it, and of reading the hearts of men. +That salesman saw in a flash that big business was afoot.</p> +<p>"First of all," said Mr. Prohack. "Here is my card, so that we +may know where we stand."</p> +<p>The salesman read the card and was suitably impressed, but his +conviction that big business was afoot seemed now to be a little +shaken.</p> +<p>"May I venture to hope that the missing necklace has been +found, sir?" said the salesman smoothly. "We've all been greatly +interested in the newspaper story."</p> +<p>"That is beside the point," said Mr. Prohack. "I've come simply +to buy a pearl necklace."</p> +<p>"I beg pardon, sir. Certainly. Will you have the goodness to +step this way."</p> +<p>They were next in a private room off the shop; and the sole +items of furniture were three elegant chairs, a table with a glass +top, and a colossal safe. Another salesman entered the room with +bows, and keys were produced, and the two salesmen between them +swung back the majestic dark green doors of the safe. In another +minute various pearl necklaces were lying on the table. The +spectacle would have dazzled a connoisseur in pearls; but Mr. Prohack +was not a connoisseur; he was not even interested in pearls, +and saw on the table naught but a monotonous array of pleasing +gewgaws, to his eye differing one from another only in size. He +was, however, actuated by a high moral purpose, which uplifted him +and enabled him to listen with dignity to the technical eulogies +given by the experts. Eve of course behaved with impeccable +correctness, +hiding the existence of the wall from everybody except +Mr. Prohack, but forcing Mr. Prohack to behold the wall all the +time.</p> +<p>When he had reached a state of complete bewilderment regarding +the respective merits of the necklaces, Mr. Prohack judged the +moment ripe for proceeding to business. With his own hands he +clasped a necklace round his wife's neck, and demanded:</p> +<p>"What is the price of this one?"</p> +<p>"Eight hundred and fifty pounds," answered the principal expert, +who seemed to recognise every necklace at sight as a shepherd +recognises every sheep in his flock.</p> +<p>"Do you think this would suit you, my dear?" asked Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"I think so," replied Eve politely.</p> +<p>"Well, I'm not so sure," said Mr. Prohack, reflectively. "What +about this one?" And he picked up and tried upon Eve another and +a larger necklace.</p> +<p>"That," said the original expert, "is two thousand four hundred +guineas."</p> +<p>"It seems cheap," said Mr. Prohack carelessly. "But there's +something about the gradation that I don't quite like. What about +this one?"</p> +<p>Eve opened her mouth, as if about to speak, but she did not +speak. The wall, which had trembled for a few seconds, regained +its monumental solidity.</p> +<p>"Five thousand guineas," said the expert of the third necklace.</p> +<p>"Hm!" commented Mr. Prohack, removing the gewgaw. "Yes. +Not so bad. And yet—"</p> +<p>"That necklace," the expert announced with a mien from which +all deference had vanished, "is one of the most perfect we have. +The pearls have, if I may so express it, a homogeneity not often +arrived at in any necklace. They are not very large of course—"</p> +<p>"Quite so," Mr. Prohack stopped him, selecting a fourth necklace.</p> +<p>"Yes," the expert admitted, his deference returning. "That one +is undoubtedly superior. Let me see, we have not yet exactly +valued it, but I think we could put it in at ten thousand +guineas—perhaps +pounds. I should have to consult one of the partners."</p> +<p>"It is scarcely," said Mr. Prohack, surveying the trinket judicially +on his wife's neck, "scarcely the necklace of my dreams,—not +that I would say a word against it.... Ah!" And he pounced +suddenly, with an air of delighted surprise, upon a fifth necklace, +the queen of necklaces.</p> +<p>"My dear, try this one. Try this one. I didn't notice it before. +Somehow it takes my fancy, and as I shall obviously see much +more of your necklace than you will, I should like my taste to be +consulted."</p> +<p>As he fastened the catch of the thing upon Eve's delicious nape, +he could feel that she was trembling. He surveyed the dazzling +string. She also surveyed it, fascinated, spellbound. Even Mr. +Prohack began to perceive that the reputation and value of fine +pearls might perhaps be not entirely unmerited in the world.</p> +<p>"Sixteen thousand five hundred," said the expert.</p> +<p>"Pounds or guineas?" Mr. Prohack blandly enquired.</p> +<p>"Well, sir, shall we say pounds?"</p> +<p>"I think I will take it," said Mr. Prohack with undiminished +blandness. "No, my dear, don't take it off. Don't take it off."</p> +<p>"Arthur!" Eve breathed, seeming to expire in a kind of agonised +protest.</p> +<p>"May I have a few minutes' private conversation with my wife?" +Mr. Prohack suggested. "Could you leave us?" One expert glanced +at the other awkwardly.</p> +<p>"Pardon my lack of savoir vivre," said Mr. Prohack. "Of course +you cannot possibly leave us alone with all these valuables. Never +mind! We will call again."</p> +<p>The principal expert rose sublimely to the great height of the +occasion. He had a courageous mind and was moreover well +acquainted with the fantastic folly of allowing customers to call +again. Within his experience of some thirty years he had not met +half a dozen exceptions to the rule that customers who called again, +if ever they did call, called in a mood of hard and miserly sanity +which for the purposes of the jewellery business was sickeningly +inferior to their original mood.</p> +<p>"Please, please, Mr. Prohack!" said he, with grand deprecation, +and departed out of the room with his fellow.</p> +<p>No sooner had they gone than the wall sank. It did not tumble +with a crash; it most gently subsided.</p> +<p>"Arthur!" Eve exclaimed, with a curious uncertainty of voice. +"Are you mad?"</p> +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Well," said she. "If you think I shall walk about London with +sixteen thousand five hundred pounds round my neck you're mistaken."</p> +<p>"But I insist! You were a martyr and our marriage was ruined +because I didn't give you real pearls. I intend you shall have real +pearls."</p> +<p>"But not these," said Eve. "It's too much. It's a fortune."</p> +<p>"I am aware of that," Mr. Prohack agreed. "But what is sixteen +thousand five hundred pounds to me?"</p> +<p>"Truly I couldn't, darling," Eve wheedled.</p> +<p>"I am not your darling," said Mr. Prohack. "How can I be +your darling when you're never going to forgive me? Look here. +I'll let you choose another necklace, but only on the condition +that you forgive all my alleged transgressions, past, present and +to come."</p> +<p>She kissed him.</p> +<p>"You can have the one at five thousand guineas," said Mr. Prohack. +"Nothing less. That is my ultimatum. Put it on. Put it +on, quick! Or I may change my mind."</p> +<p>He recalled the experts who, when they heard the grave news, +smiled bravely, and looked upon Eve as upon a woman whose like +they might never see again.</p> +<p>"My wife will wear the necklace at once," said Mr. Prohack. +"Pen and ink, please." He wrote a cheque. "My car is outside. +Perhaps you will send some one up to my bank immediately and +cash this. We will wait. I have warned the bank. There will be +no delay. The case can be delivered at my house. You can make +out the receipt and usual guarantee while we're waiting." And +so it occurred as he had ordained.</p> +<p>"Would you care for us to arrange for the insurance? We +undertake to do it as cheaply as anybody," the expert suggested, +later.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was startled, for in his inexperience he had not +thought of such complications.</p> +<p>"I was just going to suggest it," he answered placidly.</p> +<p>"I feel quite queer," said Eve, as she fingered the necklace, in +the car, when all formalities were accomplished and they had left +the cave of Aladdin.</p> +<p>"And well you may, my child," said Mr. Prohack. "The interest +on the price of that necklace would about pay the salary of a member +of Parliament or even of a professional cricketer. And remember +that whenever you wear the thing you are in danger of being +waylaid, brutally attacked, and robbed."</p> +<p>"I wish you wouldn't be silly," Eve murmured. "I do hope I +shan't seem self-conscious at the lunch."</p> +<p>"We haven't reached the lunch yet," Mr. Prohack replied. "We +must go and buy a safe first. There's no safe worth twopence in +the house, and a really safe safe is essential. And I want it to +be clearly understood that I shall keep the key of that safe. We +aren't playing at necklaces now. Life is earnest."</p> +<p>And when they had bought a safe and were once more in the +car, he said, examining her impartially: "After all, at a distance +of four feet it doesn't look nearly so grand as the one that's +lying at Scotland Yard—I gave thirty pounds for that one."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XXII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<h2>MR. PROHACK'S TRIUMPH</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<p>"And where is your charming daughter?" asked Mr. Softly Bishop +so gently of Eve, when he had greeted her, and quite incidentally +Mr. Prohack, in the entrance hall of the Grand Babylon Hotel. He +was alone—no sign of Miss Fancy.</p> +<p>"Sissie?" said Eve calmly. "I haven't the slightest idea."</p> +<p>"But I included her in my invitations—and Mr. Morfey too."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was taken aback, foreseeing the most troublesome +complications; and he glanced at Eve as if for guidance and +support. He was nearly ready to wish that after all Sissie had +not gone and got married secretly and prematurely. Eve, however, +seemed quite undisturbed, though she offered him neither +guidance nor support.</p> +<p>"Surely," said Mr. Prohack hesitatingly, "surely you didn't mention +Sissie in your letter to me!"</p> +<p>"Naturally I didn't, my dear fellow," answered Mr. Bishop. "I +wrote to her separately, knowing the position taken up by the +modern young lady. And she telephoned me yesterday afternoon +that she and Morfey would be delighted to come."</p> +<p>"Then if you know so much about the modern young lady," +said Eve, with bright and perfect self-possession, "you wouldn't +expect my daughter to arrive with her parents, would you?"</p> +<p>Mr. Softly Bishop laughed.</p> +<p>"You're only putting off the evil moment," said Mr. Prohack +in the silence of his mind to Eve, and similarly he said to Mr. +Softly Bishop:</p> +<p>"I do wish you wouldn't call me 'my dear fellow.' True, I come +to your lunch, but I'm not your dear fellow and I never will be."</p> +<p>"I invited your son also, Prohack," continued Mr. Bishop. +"Together with Miss Winstock or Warburton—she appears to have +two names—to make a pair, to make a pair you understand. But +unfortunately he's been suddenly called out of town on the most +urgent business." As he uttered these last words Mr. Bishop +glanced in a peculiar manner partly at his nose and partly at Mr. +Prohack; it was a singular feat of glancing, and Mr. Prohack +uncomfortably wondered what it meant, for Charles lay continually +on Mr. Prohack's chest, and at the slightest provocation +Charles would lie more heavily than usual.</p> +<p>"Am I right in assuming that the necklace affair is satisfactorily +settled?" Mr. Softly Bishop enquired, his spectacles gleaming +and blinking at the adornment of Eve's neck.</p> +<p>"You are," said Eve. "But it wouldn't be advisable for you to be +too curious about details."</p> +<p>Her aplomb, her sangfroid, astounded Mr. Prohack—and relieved +him. With an admirable ease she went on to congratulate +their host upon his engagement, covering him with petals of flattery +and good wishes. Mr. Prohack could scarcely recognise his +wife, and he was not sure that he liked her new worldiness quite +as much as her old ingenuous and sometimes inarticulate simplicity. +At any rate she was a changed woman. He steadied himself, +however, by a pertinent reflection: she was always a changed +woman.</p> +<p>Then Sissie and Ozzie appeared, looking as though they had +been married for years. Mr. Prohack's heart began to beat. Ignoring +Mr. Softly Bishop, Sissie embraced her mother with prim +affectionateness, and Eve surveyed her daughter with affectionate +solicitude. Mr. Prohack felt that he would never know what had +passed between these two on the previous day, for they were a pair +of sphinxes when they chose, and he was too proud to encourage +confidences from Ozzie. Whatever it might have been it was now +evidently buried deep, and the common life, after a terrible pause, +had resumed.</p> +<p>"How do you do, Miss Prohack," said Mr. Softly Bishop, greeting. +"So glad you could come."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack suspected that his cheeks were turning pale, and +was ashamed of himself. Even Sissie, for all her young, hard +confidence, +wavered.</p> +<p>But Eve stepped in.</p> +<p>"Don't you know, Mr. Bishop?—No, of course you don't. We +ought to have told you. My daughter is now Mrs. Morfey. You +see in our family we all have such a horror of the conventional +wedding and reception and formal honeymoon and so on, that we +decided the marriage should be strictly private, with no announcements +of any kind. I really think you are the first to know. One +thing I've always liked about actresses is that in the afternoon you +can read of them getting married that day and then go and see +them play the same evening. It seems to me so sensible. And as +we were all of the same opinion at our house, especially Sissie and +her father, there was no difficulty."</p> +<p>"Upon my word," said Mr. Softly Bishop shaking hands with +Ozzie. "I believe I shall follow your example."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack sank into a chair.</p> +<p>"I feel rather faint," he said. "Bishop, do you think we might +have a cocktail or so?"</p> +<p>"My dear fellow, how thoughtless of me! Of course! Waiter! +Waiter!" As Mr. Bishop swung round in the direction of waiters +Eve turned in alarm to Mr. Prohack. Mr. Prohack with much +deliberation winked at her, and she drew back. "Yes," he murmured. +"You'll be the death of me one day, and then you'll be +sorry."</p> +<p>"I don't think a cocktail is at all a good thing for you, dad," +Sissie calmly observed.</p> +<p>The arrival of Miss Fancy provided a distraction more agreeable +than Mr. Prohack thought possible; he positively welcomed the +slim, angular blonde, for she put an end to a situation which, +prolonged +another moment, would have resulted in a severe general +constraint.</p> +<p>"You're late, my dear," said Mr. Softly Bishop, firmly.</p> +<p>The girl's steely blue-eyed glance shot out at the greeting, but +seemed to drop off flatly from Mr. Bishop's adamantine spectacles +like a bullet from Bessemer armour.</p> +<p>"Am I?" she replied uncertainly, in her semi-American accent. +"Where's the ladies' cloakroom of this place?"</p> +<p>"I'll show you," said Mr. Bishop, with no compromise.</p> +<p>The encounter was of the smallest, but it made Mr. Prohack +suspect that perhaps Mr. Bishop was not after all going into the +great warfare of matrimony blindly or without munitions.</p> +<p>"I've taken the opportunity to tell Miss Fancy that she will be +the only unmarried woman at my lunch," said Mr. Bishop amusingly, +when he returned from piloting his beloved. A neat fellow, +beyond question!</p> +<p>Miss Fancy had apparently to re-dress herself, judging from the +length of her absence. The cocktails, however, beguiled the suspense.</p> +<p>"Is this for me?" she asked, picking up a full glass when she +came back.</p> +<p>"No, my dear," said Mr. Bishop. "It isn't. We will go in to +lunch." And they went in to lunch, leaving unconsumed the cocktail +which the abstemious and spartan Sissie had declined to drink.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<br /> +<p>"I suppose you've been to see the Twelve and Thirteen," said +Eve, in her new grand, gracious manner to Miss Fancy, when the +party was seated at a round, richly-flowered table specially reserved +by Mr. Softly Bishop on the Embankment front of the restaurant, +and the hors d'oeuvre had begun to circulate on the white cloth, +which was as crowded as the gold room.</p> +<p>"I'm afraid I haven't," muttered Miss Fancy weakly but with +due refinement. The expression of fear was the right expression. +Eve had put the generally brazen woman in a fright at the first +effort. And the worst was that Miss Fancy did not even know +what the Twelve and Thirteen was—or were. At the opening of +her début at what she imagined to be the great, yet exclusive, +fashionable +world, Miss Fancy was failing. Of what use to be perfectly +dressed and jewelled, to speak with a sometimes carefully-corrected +accent, to sit at the best table in the London restaurant +most famous in the United States, to be affianced to the cleverest +fellow she had ever struck, if the wonderful and famous hostess, +Mrs. Prohack, whose desirable presence was due only to Softly's +powerful influence in high circles, could floor her at the very +outset of the conversation? It is a fact that Miss Fancy would +have given the emerald ring off her left first-finger to be able to +answer back. All Miss Fancy could do was to smite Mr. Softly +Bishop with a homicidal glance for that he had not in advance put +her wise about something called the Twelve and Thirteen. It is also +a fact that Miss Fancy would have perished sooner than say to +Mrs. Prohack the simple words: "I haven't the slightest idea what +the Twelve and Thirteen are." Eve did not disguise her impression +that Miss Fancy's lapse was very strange and disturbing.</p> +<p>"I suppose you've seen the new version of the 'Sacre du Printemps,' +Miss Fancy," said Mrs. Oswald Morfey, that exceedingly +modern and self-possessed young married lady.</p> +<p>"Not yet," said Miss Fancy, and foolishly added: "We were +thinking of going to-night."</p> +<p>"There won't be any more performances this season," said Ozzie, +that prince of authorities on the universe of entertainment.</p> +<p>And in this way the affair continued between the four, while +Mr. Softly Bishop, abandoning his beloved to her fate, chatted +murmuringly with Mr. Prohack about the Oil Market, as to which +of course Mr. Prohack was the prince of authorities. Mrs. Prohack +and her daughter and son-in-law ranged at ease over all the +arts without exception, save the one art—that of musical comedy—in +which Miss Fancy was versed. Mr. Prohack was amazed at the +skilled cruelty of his women. He wanted to say to Miss Fancy: +"Don't you believe it! My wife is only a rather nice ordinary +housekeeping sort of little woman, and as for my daughter, she +cooks her husband's meals—and jolly badly, I bet." He ought to +have been pleased at the discomfiture of Miss Fancy, whom he detested +and despised; but he was not; he yearned to succour her; +he even began to like her.</p> +<p>And not Eve and Sissie alone amazed him. Oswald amazed him. +Oswald had changed. His black silk stock had gone the way of +his ribboned eye-glass; his hair was arranged differently; he +closely resembled an average plain man,—he, the unique Ozzie! +With all his faults, he had previously been both good-natured and +negligent, but his expression was now one of sternness and of +resolute endeavour. Sissie had already metamorphosed him. Even +now he was obediently following her lead and her mood. Mr. Prohack's +women had evidently determined to revenge themselves for +being asked to meet Miss Fancy at lunch, and Ozzie had been set +on to assist them. Further, Mr. Prohack noticed that Sissie was +eyeing her mother's necklace with a reprehending stare. The next +instant he found himself the target of the same stare. The girl +was accusing him of folly, while questioning Ozzie's definition of +the difference between Georgian and neo-Georgian verse. The girl +had apparently become the censor of society at large.</p> +<p>Mysterious cross-currents ran over the table in all directions. +Mr. Prohack looked around the noisy restaurant packed with tables, +and wondered whether cross-currents were running invisibly over +all the tables, and what was the secret force of fashionable fleeting +convention which enabled women with brains far inferior to +his own to use it effectively for the fighting of sanguinary battles.</p> +<p>At last, when Miss Fancy had been beaten into silence and the +other three were carrying on a brilliant high-browed conversation +over the corpse of her up-to-dateness, Mr. Prohack's nerves reached +the point at which he could tolerate the tragic spectacle no more, +and he burst out vulgarly, in a man-in-the-street vein, chopping off +the brilliant conversation as with a chopper:</p> +<p>"Now, Miss Fancy, tell us something about yourself."</p> +<p>The common-sounding phrase seemed to be a magic formula +endowed with the power to break an awful spell. Miss Fancy +gathered herself together, forgot that she had been defeated, and +inaugurated a new battle. She began to tell the table not something, +but almost everything, about herself, and it soon became +apparent that she was no ordinary woman. She had never had +a set-back; in innumerable conversational duels she had always +given the neat and deadly retort, and she had never been worsted, +save by base combinations deliberately engineered against her—generally +by women, whom as a sex she despised even more than men. +Her sincere belief that no biographical detail concerning Miss +Fancy was too small to be uninteresting to the public amounted to +a religious creed; and her memory for details was miraculous. She +recalled the exact total of the takings at any given performance +in which she was prominent in any city of the United States, and +she could also give long extracts from the favourable criticisms of +countless important American newspapers,—by a singular coincidence +only unimportant newspapers had ever mingled blame with +their praise of her achievements. She regarded herself with detachment +as a remarkable phenomenon, and therefore she could +impersonally describe her career without any of the ordinary +restraints—just +as a shopman might clothe or unclothe a model in +his window. Thus she could display her heart and its history quite +unreservedly,—did they not belong to the public?</p> +<p>The astounded table learnt that Miss Fancy was illustrious in the +press of the United States as having been engaged to be married +more often than any other actress. Yet she had never got as far +as the altar, though once she had reached the church-door—only +to be swept away from it by a cyclone which unhappily finished off +the bridegroom. (What grey and tedious existences Eve and Sissie +had led!) Her penultimate engagement had been to the late Silas +Angmering.</p> +<p>"Something told me I should never be his wife," she said +vivaciously. +"You know the feeling we women have. And I wasn't +much surprised to hear of his death. I'd refused Silas eight +times; then in the end I promised to marry him by a certain date. +He <i>wouldn't</i> take No, poor dear! Well, <i>he</i> was a +gentleman anyway. +Of course it was no more than right that he should put me down +in his will, but not every man would have done. In fact it never +happened to me before. Wasn't it strange I should have that +feeling about never being his wife?"</p> +<p>She glanced eagerly at Mr. Prohack and Mr. Prohack's women, +and there was a pause, in which Mr. Softly Bishop said, affectionately +regarding his nose:</p> +<p>"Well, my dear, you'll be <i>my</i> wife, you'll find," and he +uttered +this observation in a sharp tone of conviction that made a quite +disturbing impression on the whole company, and not least on +Mr. Prohack, who kept asking himself more and more insistently:</p> +<p>"Why is Softly Bishop marrying Miss Fancy, and why is Miss +Fancy marrying Softly Bishop?"</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was interrupted in his private enquiry into this +enigma by a very unconventional nudge from Sissie, who silently +directed his attention to Eve, who seemingly wanted it.</p> +<p>"Your friend seems anxious to speak to you," murmured Eve, +in a low, rather roguish voice.</p> +<p>'His friend' was Lady Massulam, who was just concluding a +solitary lunch at a near table; he had not noticed her, being still +sadly remiss in the business of existing fully in a fashionable +restaurant. +Lady Massulam's eyes confirmed Eve's statement.</p> +<p>"I'm sure Miss Fancy will excuse you for a moment," said Eve.</p> +<p>"Oh! Please!" implored Miss Fancy, grandly.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack self-consciously carried his lankness and his big +head across to Lady Massulam's table. She looked up at him with +a composed but romantic smile. That is to say that Mr. Prohack +deemed it romantic; and he leaned over the table and over Lady +Massulam in a manner romantic to match.</p> +<p>"I'm just going off," said she.</p> +<p>Simple words, from a portly and mature lady—yet for Mr. Prohack +they were charged with all sorts of delicious secondary significances.</p> +<p>"What <i>is</i> the difference between her and Eve?" he asked +himself, +and then replied to the question in a flash of inspiration: "I +am romantic to her, and I am not romantic to Eve." He liked +this ingenious explanation.</p> +<p>"I wanted to tell you," said she gravely, with beautiful melancholy, +"Charles is <i>flambé</i>. He is done in. I cannot help him. He +will not let me; but if I see him to-night when he returns to town +I shall send him to you. He is very young, very difficult, but I +shall insist that he goes to you."</p> +<p>"How kind you are!" said Mr. Prohack, touched.</p> +<p>Lady Massulam rose, shook hands, seemed to blush, and departed. +An interview as brief as it had been strange! Mr. Prohack +was thrilled, not at all by the announcement of Charlie's +danger, perhaps humiliation, but by the attitude of Lady Massulam. +He had his plans for Charlie. He had no plans affecting +Lady Massulam.</p> +<p>Mr. Softly Bishop's luncheon had developed during the short +absence of Mr. Prohack. It's splendour, great from the first, +had increased; if tables ever do groan, which is perhaps doubtful, +the table was certainly groaning; Mr. Softly Bishop was just +dismissing, with bland and negligent approval, the major domo +of the restaurant, with whom, like all truly important personages, +he appeared to be on intimate terms. But the chief development +of the luncheon disclosed itself in the conversation. Mr. Softly +Bishop had now taken charge of the talk and was expatiating to +a hushed and crushed audience his plans for a starring world-tour +for his future wife, who listened to them with genuine admiration +on her violet-tinted face.</p> +<p>"Eliza won't be in it with me when I come back," she exclaimed +suddenly, with deep conviction, with anticipatory bliss, with a +kind of rancorous ferocity.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack understood. Miss Fancy was uncompromisingly +jealous of her half-sister's renown. To outdo that renown was +the main object of her life, and Mr. Softly Bishop's claim on her +lay in the fact that he had shown her how to accomplish her +end and was taking charge of the arrangements. Mr. Softly +Bishop was her trainer and her manager; he had dazzled her by +the variety and ingenuity of his resourceful schemes; and his +power over her was based on a continual implied menace that if +she did not strictly obey all his behests she would fail to realise +her supreme desire.</p> +<p>And when Mr. Softly Bishop gradually drew Ozzie into a +technical tête-à-tête, Mr. Prohack understood +further why Ozzie had +been invited to the feast. Upon certain branches of Mr. Bishop's +theatrical schemes Ozzie was an acknowledged expert, and Mr. +Bishop was obtaining, for the price of a luncheon, the fruity +knowledge and wisdom acquired by Ozzie during long years of +close attention to business.</p> +<p>For Mr. Prohack it was an enthralling scene. The luncheon +closed gorgeously upon the finest cigars and cigarettes, the finest +coffee, and the finest liqueurs that the unique establishment could +provide. Sissie refused every allurement except coffee, and Miss +Fancy was permitted nothing but coffee.</p> +<p>"Do not forget your throat, my dear," Mr. Softly Bishop +authoritatively +interjected into Miss Fancy's circumstantial recital of +the expensiveness of the bouquets which had been hurled at her +in the New National Theatre at Washington.</p> +<p>"And by the way," (looking at his watch), "do not forget the +appointment with the elocutionist."</p> +<p>"But aren't you coming with me?" demanded Miss Fancy +alarmed. Already she was learning the habit of helplessness—so +attractive to men and so useful to them.</p> +<p>These remarks broke up the luncheon party, which all the +guests assured the deprecating host had been perfectly delightful, +with the implied addition that it had also constituted the crown +and summit of their careers. Eve and Sissie were prodigious in +superlatives to such an extent that Mr. Prohack began to fear for +Mr. Softly Bishop's capacity to assimilate the cruder forms of +flattery. His fear, however, was unnecessary. When the host and +his beloved departed Miss Fancy was still recounting tit-bits of her +biography.</p> +<p>"But I'll tell you the rest another time," she cried from the +moving car.</p> +<p>She had emphatically won the second battle. From the first +blow she had never even looked like losing. And she had shown +no mercy, quite properly following the maxim that war is war. +Eve and Sissie seemed to rise with difficulty to their knees, after +the ruthless adversary, tired of standing on their prostrate form, +had scornfully walked away.</p> +<h3><br /> +</h3> +<h3>III</h3> +<br /> +<p>"Well!" sighed Mrs. Prohack, with the maximum of expressiveness, +glancing at her daughter as one woman of the world at +another. They were lingering, as it were convalescent after the +severe attack and defeat, in the foyer of the hotel.</p> +<p>"Well!" sighed Sissie, flattered by the glance, and firmly taking +her place in the fabric of society. "Well, father, we always knew +you had some queer friends, but really these were the limit! And +the extravagance of the thing! That luncheon must have cost +at least twenty pounds,—and I do believe he had special flowers, +too. When I think of the waste of money and time that goes on +daily in places like these, I wonder there's any England left. It +ought to be stopped by law."</p> +<p>"My child," said Mr. Prohack. "I observe with approbation +that you are beginning to sit up and take notice. Centuries already +divide you from the innocent creature who used to devote her +days and nights to the teaching of dancing to persons who had +no conception of the seriousness of life. I agree with your general +criticism, but let us remember that all this wickedness does +not date from the day before yesterday. It's been flourishing for +some thousands of years, and all prophecies about it being over-taken +by Nemesis have proved false. Still, I'm glad you've turned +over a new leaf."</p> +<p>Sissie discreetly but unmistakably tossed her young head.</p> +<p>"Oswald, dearest," said she. "It's time you were off."</p> +<p>"It is," Ozzie agreed, and off he went, to resume the serious +struggle for existence,—he who until quite recently had followed +the great theatrical convention that though space may be a reality, +time is not.</p> +<p>"I don't mind the extravagance, because after all it's good for +trade," said Eve. "What I—"</p> +<p>"Mother darling!" Sissie protested. "Where do you get these +extraordinary ideas from about luxury being good for trade? +Surely you ought to know—"</p> +<p>"I daresay I ought to know all sorts of things I don't know," +said Eve with dignity. "But there's one thing I do know, and +that is that the style of those two dreadful people was absolutely +the worst I've ever met. The way that woman gabbled—and all +about herself; and what an accent, and the way she held her fork!"</p> +<p>"Lady," said Mr. Prohack. "Don't be angry because she beat +you."</p> +<p>"Beat me!"</p> +<p>"Yes. Beat you. Both of you. You talked her to a standstill +at first; but you couldn't keep it up. Then she began and she +talked you to a standstill, and she could keep it up. She left +you for all practical purposes dead on the field, my tigresses. And +I'm very sorry for her," he added.</p> +<p>"Dad," said Sissie sternly. "Why do you always try to be +so clever with us? You know as well as we do that she's a +<i>creature</i>, and that there's nothing to be said for her at all."</p> +<p>"Nothing to be said for her!" Mr. Prohack smiled tolerantly. +"Why she was the star of the universe for Silas Angmering, the +founder of our fortunes. She was the finest woman he'd ever +met. And Angmering was a clever fellow, let me tell you. You +call her a creature. Yes, the creature of destiny, like all of us, +except of course you. I beg to inform you that Miss Fancy went +out of this hotel a victim, an unconscious victim, but a victim. +She is going to be exploited. Mr. Softly Bishop, my co-heir, will +run her for all she is worth. He will make a lot of money out of +her. He will make her work as she has never worked before. He +will put a value on all her talents, for his own ends. And he will +deprive her of most of her accustomed pleasures. In fifteen years +there'll be nothing left of Miss Fancy except an exhausted wreck +with a spurious reputation, but Mr. Softly Bishop will still be in +his prime and in the full enjoyment of life, and he will spend on +himself the riches that she has made for him and allow her about +sixpence a week; and the most tragic and terrible thing of all is +that she will think she owes everything to him! No! If I was +capable of weeping, I should have wept at the pathos of the +spectacle of Miss Fancy as she left us just now unconscious of her +fate and revelling in the most absurd illusions. That poor defenceless +woman, who has had the misfortune not to please you, is heading +straight for a life-long martyrdom." Mr. Prohack ceased +impressively.</p> +<p>"And serve her right!" said Eve. "I've met cats in my time, +but—" And Eve also ceased.</p> +<p>"And I am not sure," added Mr. Prohack, still impressively. +"And I am not sure that the ingenuous and excellent Oswald Morfey +is not heading straight in the same direction." And he gazed +at his adored daughter, who exhibited a faint flush, and then +laughed lightly. "Yes," said Mr. Prohack, "you are very smart, +my girl. If you had shown violence you would have made a sad +mistake. That you should laugh with such a brilliant imitation of +naturalness gives me hopes of you. Let us seek Carthew and the +car. Mr. Bishop's luncheon, though I admit it was exceedingly +painful, has, I trust, not been without its useful lessons to us, and +I do not regret it. For myself I admit it has taught me that even +the finest and most agreeable women, such as those with whom I +have been careful to sourround myself in my domestic existence, +are monsters of cruelty. Not that I care."</p> +<p>"I've arranged with mamma that you shall come to dinner to-night," +said Sissie. "No formality, please."</p> +<p>"Mayn't your mother wear her pearls?" asked Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"I hope you noticed, Arthur," said Eve with triumphant satisfaction, +"how your Miss Fancy was careful to keep off the subject +of jewels."</p> +<p>"Mother's pearls," said Sissie primly, "are mother's affair."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack did not feel at all happy.</p> +<p>"And yet," he asked himself. "What have I done? I am perfectly +innocent."</p> +<br /> +<h3>IV</h3> +<br /> +<p>"I never in all my life," said Sissie, "saw you eat so much, dad. +And I think it's a great compliment to my cooking. In fact I'm +bursting with modest pride."</p> +<p>"Well," replied Mr. Prohack, who had undoubtedly eaten rather +too much, "take it how you like. I do believe I could do with +a bit more of this stuff that imitates an omelette but obviously +isn't one."</p> +<p>"Oh! But there isn't any more!" said Sissie, somewhat dashed.</p> +<p>"No more! Good heavens! Then have you got some cheese, or +anything of that sort?"</p> +<p>"No. I don't keep cheese in the place. You see, the smell of +it in these little flats—"</p> +<p>"Any bread? Anything at all?"</p> +<p>"I'm afraid we've finished up pretty nearly all there was, except +Ozzie's egg for breakfast to-morrow morning."</p> +<p>"This is serious," observed Mr. Prohack, tapping enquiringly +the superficies of his digestive apparatus.</p> +<p>"Arthur!" cried Eve. "Why are you such a tease to-night? +You're only trying to make the child feel awkward. You know +you've had quite enough. And I'm sure it was all very cleverly +cooked—considering. You'll be ill in the middle of the night if +you keep on, and then I shall have to get up and look after you, as +usual." Eve had the air of defending her daughter, but something, +some reserve in her voice, showed that she was defending, +not her daughter, but merely and generally the whole race of +house-wives +against the whole race of consuming and hypercritical males; +she was even defending the Eve who had provided much-criticised +meals in the distant past. Such was her skill that she could do +this while implying, so subtly yet so effectively, that Sissie, the +wicked, shameless, mamma-scorning bride, was by no means forgiven +in the secret heart of the mother.</p> +<p>"You are doubtless right, lady," Mr. Prohack agreed. "You +always could judge better than I could myself when I had had +enough, and what would be the ultimate consequences of my eating. +And as for your lessons in manners, what an ill-bred lout I +was before I met you, and what an impossible person I should have +been had you not taken me in hand night and day for all these +years! It isn't that I'm worse than the average husband; it is +merely that wives are the sole repositories of the civilising +influence. +Were it not for them we should still be tearing steaks to pieces +with our fingers. I daresay I have eaten enough—anyhow I've had +far more than anybody else—and even if I hadn't, it would not +be at all nice of me not to pretend that I hadn't. And after all, +if the worst comes to the worst, I can always have a slice of cold +beef and a glass of beer when I get home, can't I?"</p> +<p>Sissie, though blushing ever so little, maintained an excellent +front. She certainly looked dainty and charming,—more specifically +so than she had ever looked; indeed, utterly the young bride. +She was in morning dress, to comply with her own edict against +formality, and also to mark her new, enthusiastic disapproval +of the modern craze for luxurious display; but it was a delightful, +if inexpensive, dress. She had taken considerable trouble over +the family dinner, devising, concocting, cooking, and presiding +over it from beginning to end, and being consistently bright, wise, +able, and resourceful throughout—an apostle of chafing-dish +cookery determined to prove that chafing-dish cookery combined +efficiency, toothsomeness and economy to a degree never before +known. And she had neatly pointed out more than once that +waste was impossible under her system and that, servants being +dispensed with, the great originating cause of waste had indeed +been radically removed. She had not informed her guests of the +precise cost in money of the unprecedentedly cheap and nourishing +meal, but she had come near to doing so; and she would +surely have indicated that there had been neither too much nor +too little, but just amply sufficient, had not her absurd and +contrarious +father displayed a not uncharacteristic lack of tact at the +closing stage of the ingenious collation.</p> +<p>Moreover, she seemed, despite her generous build, to have somehow +fitted herself to the small size of the flat. She did not dwarf +it, as clumsier women are apt to dwarf their tiny homes in the +centre of London. On the contrary she gave to it the illusion of +spaciousness; and beyond question she had in a surprisingly short +time transformed it from a bachelor's flat into a conjugal nest, +cushiony, flowery, knicknacky, and perilously seductive to the +eye without being too reassuring to the limbs.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was accepting a cigarette, having been told that +Ozzie never smoked cigars, when there was a great ring which +filled the entire flat as the last trump may be expected to fill the +entire earth, and Mr. Prohack dropped the cigarette, muttering:</p> +<p>"I think I'll smoke that afterwards."</p> +<p>"Good gracious!" the flat mistress exclaimed. "I wonder who +that can be. Just go and see, Ozzie, darling." And she looked at +Ozzie as if to say: "I hope it isn't one of your indiscreet bachelor +friends."</p> +<p>Ozzie hastened obediently out.</p> +<p>"It may be Charlie," ventured Eve. "Wouldn't it be nice if he +called?"</p> +<p>"Yes, wouldn't it?" Sissie agreed. "I did 'phone him up to +try to get him to dinner, but naturally he was away for the day. +He's always as invisible as a millionaire nowadays. Besides I feel +somehow this place would be too much, too humble, for the mighty +Charles. Buckingham Palace would be more in his line. But we +can't all be speculators and profiteers."</p> +<p>"Sissie!" protested their mother mildly.</p> +<p>After mysterious and intriguing noises at the front-door had +finished, and the front-door had made the whole flat vibrate to +its bang, Ozzie puffed into the room with three packages, the two +smaller being piled upon the third.</p> +<p>"They're addressed to you," said Ozzie to his father-in-law.</p> +<p>"Did you give the man anything?" Sissie asked quickly.</p> +<p>"No, it was Carthew and the parlourmaid—Machin, is her +name?"</p> +<p>"Oh!" said Sissie, apparently relieved.</p> +<p>"Now let us see," said Mr. Prohack, starting at once upon the +packages.</p> +<p>"Don't waste that string, dad," Sissie enjoined him anxiously.</p> +<p>"Eh? What do you say?" murmured Mr. Prohack, carefully +cutting string on all sides of all packages, and tearing first-rate +brown paper into useless strips. He produced from the packages +four bottles of champagne of four different brands, a quantity of +pâté de foie gras, a jar of caviare, and several bunches +of grapes +that must have been grown under the most unnatural and costly +conditions.</p> +<p>"What ever's this?" Sissie demanded, uneasily.</p> +<p>"Arthur!" said Eve. "Whatever's the meaning of this?"</p> +<p>"It has a deep significance," replied Mr. Prohack. "The only +fault I have to find with it is that it has arrived rather late—and +yet perhaps, like Blücher, not too late. You can call it a +wedding present if you choose, daughter. Or if you choose you +can call it simply caviare, pâté de foie gras, grapes and +champagne. +I really have not had the courage to give you a wedding +present," he continued, "knowing how particular you are about +ostentation. But I thought if I sent something along that we +could all join in consuming instantly, I couldn't possibly do any +harm."</p> +<p>"We haven't any champagne glasses," said Sissie coldly.</p> +<p>"Champagne glasses, child! You ought never to drink champagne +out of champagne glasses. Tumblers are the only +thing for champagne. Some tumblers, Ozzie. And a tin-opener. +You must have a tin-opener. I feel convinced you have a tin-opener. +Upon my soul, Eve, I was right after all. I <i>am</i> hungry, +but my hunger is nothing to my thirst. I'm beginning to suspect +that I must be the average sensual man."</p> +<p>"Arthur!" Eve warned him. "If you eat any of that caviare +you're bound to be ill."</p> +<p>"Not if I mix it with pâté de foi gras, my pet. It is +notorious +that they are mutual antidotes, especially when followed by the +grape cure. Now, ladies and Ozzie, don't exasperate me by being +coy. Fall to! Ingurgitate. Ozzie, be a man for a change." Mr. +Prohack seemed to intimidate everybody to such an extent that +Sissie herself went off to secure tumblers.</p> +<p>"But why are you opening another bottle, father?" she asked +in alarm on her return. "This one isn't half empty."</p> +<p>"We shall try all four brands," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"But what a waste!"</p> +<p>"Know, my child," said Mr. Prohack, with marked and solemn +sententiousness. "Know that in an elaborately organised society, +waste has its moral uses. Know further that nothing is more contrary +to the truth than the proverb that enough is as good as a +feast. Know still further that though the habit of wastefulness +may have its dangers, it is not nearly so dangerous as the habit +of self-righteousness, or as the habit of nearness, both of which +contract the soul until it's more like a prune than a plum. Be +a plum, my child, and let who will be a prune."</p> +<p>It was at this moment that Eve showed her true greatness.</p> +<p>"Come along, Sissie," said she, after an assaying glance at her +husband and another at her daughter. "Let's humour him. It +isn't often he's in such good spirits, is it?"</p> +<p>Sissie's face cleared, and with a wisdom really beyond her years +she accepted the situation, the insult, the reproof, the lesson. As +for Mr. Prohack, he felt happier, more gay, than he had felt all +day,—not as the effect of champagne and caviare, but as the effect +of the realisation of his prodigious sagacity in having foreseen +that Sissie's hospitality would be what it had been. He was glad +also that his daughter had displayed commonsense, and he began +to admire her again, and in proportion as she perceived that he was +admiring her, so she consciously increased her charm; for the +fact was, she was very young, very impressionable, very anxious +to do the right thing.</p> +<p>"Have another glass, Ozzie," urged Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>Ozzie looked at his powerful bride for guidance.</p> +<p>"Do have another glass, you darling old silly," said the bride.</p> +<p>"There will be no need to open the other two bottles," said Mr. +Prohack. "Indeed, I need only have opened one.... I shall +probably call here again soon."</p> +<p>At this point there was another ring at the front-door.</p> +<p>"So you've condescended!" Sissie greeted Charles when Ozzie +brought him into the room, and then, catching her father's eye +and being anxious to rest secure in the paternal admiration, she +added: "Anyway it was very decent of you to come. I know how +busy you are."</p> +<p>Charles raised his eyebrows at this astonishing piece of +sisterliness. +His mother kissed him fondly, having received from Mr. +Prohack during the day the delicatest, filmiest hint that perhaps +Charlie was not at the moment fabulously prospering.</p> +<p>"Your father is very gay to-night," said she, gazing at Charlie +as though she read into the recesses of his soul and could see a +martyrdom there, though in fact she could not penetrate any further +than the boy's eyeballs.</p> +<p>"I beg you to note," Mr. Prohack remarked. "That as the +glasses have only been filled once, and three of them are at least +a quarter full, only the equivalent of two and a half champagne +glasses has actually been drunk by four people, which will not +explain much gaiety. If the old gentleman is gay, and he does +not assert that he is not, the true reason lies in either the caviare +or the pâté de foie gras, or in his crystal conscience. +Have a +drink, Charles?"</p> +<p>"Finish mine, my pet," said Eve, holding forth her tumbler, +and Charlie obeyed.</p> +<p>"A touching sight," observed Mr. Prohack. "Now as Charlie +has managed to spare us a few minutes out of his thrilling existence, +I want to have a few words with him in private about +an affair of state. There's nothing that you oughtn't to hear," he +addressed the company, "but a great deal that you probably +wouldn't understand—and the last thing we desire is to humiliate +you. That's so, isn't it, Carlos?"</p> +<p>"It is," Charles quickly agreed, without a sign of +self-consciousness.</p> +<p>"Now then, hostess, can you lend us another room,—boudoir, +morning-room, smoking-room, card-room, even ball-room; anything +will do for us. Possibly Ozzie's study...."</p> +<p>"Father! Father!" Sissie warned him against an excess of +facetiousness. "You can either go into our bedroom or you can +sit on the stairs, and talk."</p> +<p>As father and son disappeared together into the bedroom, which +constituted a full half of the entire flat, Mr. Prohack noticed on +his wife's features an expression of anxiety tempered by an assured +confidence in his own wisdom and force. He knew indeed that he +had made quite a favourable sensation by his handling of Sissie's +tendency to a hard austerity.</p> +<p>Nevertheless, when Charles shut the door of the chamber and +they were enclosed together, Mr. Prohack could feel his mighty +heart beating in a manner worthy of a schoolgirl entering an +examination room. The chamber had apparently been taken +bodily out of a doll's house and furnished with furniture manufactured +for pigmies. It was very full, presenting the aspect of +a room in a warehouse. Everything in it was 'bijou,' in the +trade sense, and everything harmonised in a charming Japanese +manner with everything else, except an extra truckle-bed, showing +crude iron feet under a blazing counterpane borrowed from +a Russian ballet, which second bed had evidently just been added +for the purposes of conjugal existence. The dressing-table alone +was unmistakably symptomatic of a woman. Some of Ozzie's +wondrous trousers hung from stretchers behind the door, and the +inference was that these had been displaced from the wardrobe +in favour of Sissie's frocks. It was all highly curious and somewhat +pathetic; and Mr. Prohack, contemplating, became anew a +philosopher as he realised that the tiny apartment was the true +expression of his daughter's individuality and volition. She had +imposed this crowded inconvenience upon her willing spouse,—and +there was the grandiose Charles, for whom the best was never +good enough, sitting down nonchalantly on the truckle-bed; and it +appeared to Mr. Prohack only a few weeks ago that the two children +had been playing side by side in the same nursery and giving +never a sign that their desires and destinies would be so +curious. Mr. Prohack felt absurdly helpless. True, he was the +father, but he knew that he had nothing whatever to do, beyond +trifling gifts of money and innumerable fairly witty sermons—divided +about equally between the pair, with the evolution of +those mysterious and fundamentally uncontrollable beings, his son +and his daughter. The enigma of life pressed disturbingly upon +him, as he took the other bed, facing Charles, and he wondered +whether Sissie in her feminine passion for self-sacrifice insisted +on sleeping in the truckle-contraption herself, or whether she +permitted +Ozzie to be uncomfortable.</p> +<br /> +<h3>V</h3> +<br /> +<p>"I just came along," Charlie opened simply, "because Lady M. +was so positive that I ought to see you—she said that you very +much wanted me to come. It isn't as if I wanted to bother you, +or you could do any good."</p> +<p>He spoke in an extremely low tone, almost in a whisper, and +Mr. Prohack comprehended that the youth was trying to achieve +privacy in a domicile where all conversation and movements were +necessarily more or less public to the whole flat. Charles's restraint, +however, showed little or no depression, disappointment, +or disgust, and no despair.</p> +<p>"But what's it all about? If I'm not being too curious," Mr. +Prohack enquired cautiously.</p> +<p>"It's all about my being up the spout, dad. I've had a flutter, +and it hasn't come off, and that's all there is to it. I needn't +trouble +you with the details. But you may believe me when I tell you +that I shall bob up again. What's happened to me might have +happened to anybody, and has happened to a pretty fair number +of City swells."</p> +<p>"You mean bankruptcy?"</p> +<p>"Well, yes, bankruptcy's the word. I'd much better go right +through with it. The chit thinks so, and I agree."</p> +<p>"The chit?"</p> +<p>"Mimi."</p> +<p>"Oh! So you call her that, do you?"</p> +<p>"No, I never call her that. But that's how I think of her. I +call her Miss Winstock. I'm glad you let me have her. She's +been very useful, and she's going to stick by me—not +that there's any blooming sentimental nonsense about her! Oh, +no! By the way, I know the mater and Sis think she's a bit +harum-scarum, and you do, too. Nevertheless she was just as +strong as Lady M. that I should stroll up and confess myself. +She said it was <i>due</i> to you. Lady M. didn't put it quite like +that."</p> +<p>The truckle-bed creaked as Charlie shifted uneasily. They +caught a faint murmur of talk from the other room, and Sissie's +laugh.</p> +<p>"Lady Massulam happened to tell me once that you'd been selling +something before you knew how much it would cost you to +buy it. Of course I don't pretend to understand finance myself—I'm +only a civil servant on the shelf—but to my limited intelligence +such a process of putting the cart before the horse seemed likely +to lead to trouble," said Mr. Prohack, as it were ruminating.</p> +<p>"Oh! She told you that, did she?" Charlie smiled. "Well, the +good lady was talking through her hat. <i>That</i> affair's all right. +At +least it would be if I could carry it through, but of course I can't +now. It'll go into the general mess. If I was free, I wouldn't sell +it at all; I'd keep it; there'd be no end of money in it, and I was +selling it too cheap. It's a combine, or rather it would have been +a combine, of two of the best paper mills in the country, and if I'd +got it, and could find time to manage it,—my word, you'd see! No! +What's done me in is a pure and simple Stock Exchange gamble, +my dear father. Nothing but that! R.R. shares."</p> +<p>"R.R. What's that?"</p> +<p>"Dad! Where have you been living these years? Royal Rubber +Corporation, of course. They dropped to eighteen shillings, and +they oughtn't to have done. I bought a whole big packet on the +understanding that I should have a fortnight to fork out. They +were bound to go up again. Hadn't been so low for eleven years. +How could I have foreseen that old Sampler would go and commit +suicide and make a panic?"</p> +<p>"I never read the financial news, except the quotations of my +own little savings, and I've never heard of old Sampler," said +Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Considering he was a front-page item for four days!" Charlie +exclaimed, raising his voice, and then dropping it again. And he +related in a few biting phrases the recent history of the R.R. +"I wouldn't have minded so much," he went on. "If your particular +friend, Mr. Softly Bishop, wasn't at the bottom of my purchase. +His name only appears for some of the shares, but I've +got a pretty good idea that it's he who's selling all of them to +yours truly. He must have known something, and a rare fine +thing he'd have made of the deal if I wasn't going bust, because +I'm sure now he was selling to me what he hadn't got."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack's whole demeanour changed at the mention of Mr. +Bishop's name. His ridiculous snobbish pride reared itself up +within him. He simply could not bear the idea of Softly Bishop +having anything 'against' a member of his family. Sooner would +the inconsistent fellow have allowed innocent widows and orphans +to be ruined through Charlie's plunging than that Softly Bishop +should fail to realise a monstrous profit through the same agency.</p> +<p>"I'll see you through, my lad," said he, briefly, in an ordinary +casual tone.</p> +<p>"No thanks. You won't," Charlie replied. "I wouldn't let you, +even if you could. But you can't. It's too big."</p> +<p>"Ah! How big is it?" Mr. Prohack challengingly raised his +chin.</p> +<p>"Well, if you want to know the truth, it's between a hundred and +forty and a hundred and fifty thousand pounds. I mean, that's +what I should need to save the situation."</p> +<p>"You?" cried the Terror of the departments in amaze, accustomed +though he was to dealing in millions. He had gravely +miscalculated his son. Ten thousand he could have understood; +even twenty thousand. But a hundred and fifty...! "You +must have been mad!"</p> +<p>"Only because I've failed," said Charles. "Yes. It'll be a great +affair. It'll really make my name. Everybody will expect me to +bob up again, and I shan't disappoint them. Of course some +people will say I oughtn't to have been extravagant. Grand Babylon +Hotel and so on. What rot! A flea-bite! Why, my expenses +haven't been seven hundred a month."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack sat aghast; but admiration was not absent from +his sentiments. The lad was incredible in the scale of his operations; +he was unreal, wagging his elegant leg so calmly there in +the midst of all that fragile Japanese lacquer—and the family, +grotesquely unconscious of the vastness of the issues, chatting +domestically only a few feet away. But Mr. Prohack was not +going to be outdone by his son, however Napoleonic his son might +be. He would maintain his prestige as a father.</p> +<p>"I'll see you through," he repeated, with studied quietness.</p> +<p>"But look here, dad. You only came into a hundred thousand. +I can't have you ruining yourself. And even if you did ruin +yourself—"</p> +<p>"I have no intention of ruining myself," said Mr. Prohack. +"Nor shall I change in the slightest degree my mode of life. You +don't know everything, my child. You aren't the only person on +earth who can make money. Where do you imagine you get your +gifts from? Your mother?"</p> +<p>"But—"</p> +<p>"Be silent. To-morrow morning gilt-edged, immediately saleable +securities will be placed at your disposal for a hundred and +fifty thousand pounds. I never indulge in wildcat stock myself. +And let me tell you there can be no question of <i>your</i> permitting +or not permitting. I'm your father, and please don't forget it. +It doesn't happen to suit me that my infant prodigy of a son +should make a mess of his career; and I won't have it. If there's +any doubt in your mind as to whether you or I are the strongest, +rule yourself out of the competition this instant,—it'll save you +trouble in the end."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had never felt so happy in his life; and yet he had +had moments of intense happiness in the past. He could feel +the skin of his face burning.</p> +<p>"You'll get it all back, dad," said Charlie later. "No amount of +suicides can destroy the assets of the R.R. It's only that the +market lost its head and absolutely broke to pieces under me. +In three months—"</p> +<p>"My poor boy," Mr. Prohack interrupted him. "Do try not to +be an ass." And he had the pleasing illusion that Charles was +just home from school. "And, mind, not one word, not one word, +to anybody whatever."</p> +<br /> +<h3>VI</h3> +<br /> +<p>The other three were still modestly chatting in the living-room +when the two great mysterious men of affairs returned to +them, but Sissie had cleared the dining-room table and transformed +the place into a drawing-room for the remainder of the +evening. They were very feminine; even Ozzie had something of +the feminine attitude of fatalistic attending upon events beyond +feminine control; he had it, indeed, far more than the vigorous-minded +Sissie had it. They were cheerful, with a cheerfulness +that made up in tact what it lacked in sincerity. Mr. Prohack +compared them to passengers on a ship which is in danger. With +a word, with an inflection, he reassured everybody—and yet said +naught—and the cheerfulness instantly became genuine.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack was surprised at the intensity of his own feelings. +He was thoroughly thrilled by what he himself had done. Perhaps +he had gone too far in telling Charlie that the putting down +of a hundred and fifty thousand pounds could be accomplished +without necessitating any change in his manner of living; but he +did not care what change might be involved. He had the sense +of having performed a huge creative act, and of the reality of +the power of riches,—for weeks he had not been imaginatively +cognisant of the fact that he was rich.</p> +<p>He glanced secretly at the boy Charles, and said to himself: +"To that boy I am like a god. He was dead, and I have resurrected +him. He may achieve an enormous reputation after all. +Anyhow he is an amazing devil of a fellow, and he's my son, and +no one comprehends him as I do." And Mr. Prohack became jolly +to the point of uproariousness—without touching a glass. He was +intoxicated, not by the fermentation of grapes, but by the magnitude +and magnificence of his own gesture. He was the monarch +of the company, and getting a bit conceited about it.</p> +<p>The sole creature who withstood him in any degree was Sissie. +She had firmness. "She has married the right man,-" said Mr. +Prohack to himself. "The so-called feminine instinct is for the +most part absurd, but occasionally it justifies its reputation. She +has chosen her husband with unerring insight into her needs and +his. He will be happy; she will have the anxieties of responsible +power. But <i>I</i> am not her husband." And he spoke aloud, +masterfully:</p> +<p>"Sissie!"</p> +<p>"Yes, dad? What now?"</p> +<p>"I've satisfactorily transacted affairs with my son. I will now +try to do the same with my daughter. A few moments with you +in the council-chamber, please. Oswald also, if you like."</p> +<p>Sissie smiled kindly at her awaiting spouse.</p> +<p>"Perhaps I'd better deal with my own father alone, darling."</p> +<p>Ozzie accepted the decision.</p> +<p>"Look here. I think I must be off," Charlie put in. "I've got +a lot of work to do."</p> +<p>"I expect you have," Mr. Prohack concurred. "By the way, +you might meet me at Smathe and Smathe's at ten fifteen in the +morning."</p> +<p>Charlie nodded and slipped away.</p> +<p>"Infant," said Mr. Prohack to the defiantly smiling bride who +awaited him in the council chamber. "Has your mother said anything +to you about our wedding present?"</p> +<p>"No, dad."</p> +<p>"No, of course she hasn't. And do you know why? Because +she daren't! With your infernal independence you've frightened +the life out of the poor lady; that's what you've done. Your +mother will doubtless have a talk with me to-night. And to-morrow +she will tell you what she has decided to give you. Please let +there be no nonsense. Whatever the gift is, I shall be obliged if +you will accept it—and use it, without troubling us with any of +your theories about the proper conduct of life. Wisdom and +righteousness existed before you, and there's just a chance that +they'll exist after you. Do you take me?"</p> +<p>"Quite, father."</p> +<p>"Good. You may become a great girl yet. We are now going +home. Thanks for a very pleasant evening."</p> +<p>In the car, beautifully alone with Eve, who was in a restful +mood, Mr. Prohack said:</p> +<p>"I shall be very ill in a few hours. Pâté de foi gras +is the devil, +but caviare is Beelzebub himself."</p> +<p>Eve merely gazed at him in gentle, hopeless reproach. He +prophesied truly. He was very ill. And yet through the succeeding +crises he kept smiling, sardonically.</p> +<p>"When I think," he murmured once with grimness, "that that +fellow Bishop had the impudence to ask us to lunch—and Charlie +too! Charlie too!" Eve, attendant, enquired sadly what he was +talking about.</p> +<p>"Nothing, nothing," said he. "My mind is wandering. Let it."</p> +<hr style="height: 2px; width: 45%;" /> +<a name="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a> +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<h2>THE YACHT</h2> +<h3>I</h3> +<br /> +<p>Mr. Prohack was lounging over his breakfast in the original +old house in the Square behind Hyde Park. He came to be there +because that same house had been his wedding present to Sissie, +who now occupied it with her spouse, and because the noble mansion +in Manchester Square was being re-decorated (under compulsion +of some clause in the antique lease) and Eve had invited +him to leave the affair entirely to her. In the few months since +Charlie's great crisis, all things conspired together to prove once +more to Mr. Prohack that calamities expected never arrive. Even +the British Empire had continued to cohere, and revolution seemed +to be further off than ever before. The greatest menace to his peace +of mind, the League of all the Arts, had of course quietly ceased +to exist; but it had established Eve as a hostess. And Eve as +a hostess had gradually given up boring herself and her husband by +large and stiff parties, and they had gone back to entertaining none +but well-established and intimate friends with the maximum of +informality +as of old,—to such an extent that occasionally in the +vast and gorgeous dining-room of the noble mansion Eve would +have the roast planted on the table and would carve it herself, +also as of old; Brool did not seem to mind.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack had bought the lease of the noble mansion, with +all the contents thereof, merely because this appeared to be the +easiest thing to do. He had not been forced to change his manner +of life; far from it. Owing to a happy vicissitude in the +story of the R.R. Corporation Charlie had called upon his father +for only a very small portion of the offered one hundred and +fifty thousand pounds, and had even repaid that within a few +weeks. Matters had thereafter come to such a pass with Charlie +that he had reached the pages of <i>The Daily Picture</i>, and was +reputed to be arousing the jealousy of youthful millionaires in +the United States; also the figure which he paid weekly for rent +of his offices in the Grand Babylon Hotel was an item of common +knowledge in the best clubs and not to know it was to be behind +the times in current information. No member of his family now +ventured to offer advice to Charlie, who still, however, looked +astonishingly like the old Charlie of motor-bicycle transactions.</p> +<p>The fact is, people do not easily change. Mr. Prohack had +seemed to change for a space, but if indeed any change had occurred +in him, he had changed back. Scientific idleness? Turkish +baths? Dandyism? All vanished, contemned, forgotten. To +think of them merely annoyed him. He did not care what necktie +he wore. Even dancing had gone the same way. The dancing +season was over until October, and he knew he would never begin +again. He cared not to dance with the middle-aged, and if he +danced with the young he felt that he was making a fool of +himself.</p> +<p>It had been rather a lark to come and stay for a few days in +his old home,—to pass the sacred door of the conjugal bedroom +(closed for ever to him) and mount to Charlie's room, into which +Sissie had put the bulk of the furniture from the Japanese flat—without +overcrowding it. Decidedly amusing to sleep in Charlie's +old little room! But the romantic sensation had given way to the +sensation of the hardness of the bed.</p> +<p>Breakfast achieved, Mr. Prohack wondered what he should do +next, for he had nothing to do; he had no worries, and almost +no solicitudes; he had successfully adapted himself to his environment. +Through the half-open door of the dining-room he heard +Sissie and Ozzie. Ozzie was off to the day's business, and Sissie +was seeing him out of the house, as Eve used to see Mr. Prohack +out. Ozzie, by reason of a wedding present of ten thousand +pounds given in defiance of Sissie's theories, and with the help +of his own savings, was an important fellow now in the theatrical +world, having attained a partnership with the Napoleon of the +stage.</p> +<p>"You'd no business to send for the doctor without telling me," +Sissie was saying in her harsh tone. "What do I want with a +doctor?"</p> +<p>"I thought it would be for the best, dear," came Ozzie's lisping +reply.</p> +<p>"Well, it won't, my boy."</p> +<p>The door banged.</p> +<p>"Eve never saw me off like that," Mr. Prohack reflected.</p> +<p>Sissie entered the room, some letters in her hand. She was +exceedingly attractive, matron-like, interesting—but formidable.</p> +<p>Said Mr. Prohack, glancing up at her:</p> +<p>"It is the duty of the man to protect and the woman to charm—and +I don't care who knows it."</p> +<p>"What on earth do you mean, dad?"</p> +<p>"I mean that it is the duty of the man to protect and the +woman to <i>charm</i>."</p> +<p>Sissie flushed.</p> +<p>"Ozzie and I understand each other, but you don't," said she, +and made a delicious rude face. "Carthew's brought these letters +and he's waiting for orders about the car." She departed.</p> +<p>Among the few letters was one from Softly Bishop, dated Rangoon. +It was full of the world-tour. "We had a success at Calcutta +that really does baffle description," it said.</p> +<p>"'We!'" commented Mr. Prohack. There was a postscript: "By +the way, I've only just learnt that it was your son who was buying +those Royal Rubber shares. I do hope he was not inconvenienced. +I need not say that if I had had the slightest idea +who was standing the racket I should have waived—" And so +on.</p> +<p>"Would you!" commented Mr. Prohack. "I see you doing it. +And what's more I bet you only wrote the letter for the sake of +the postscript. Your tour is not a striking success, and you'll be +wanting to do business with me when you come back, but you +won't do it.... And here I am lecturing Sissie about hardness!"</p> +<p>He rang the bell and told a servant who was a perfect stranger +to him to tell Carthew that he should not want the car.</p> +<p>"May Carthew speak to you, sir?" said the servant returning.</p> +<p>"Carthew may," said he, and the servant thought what an odd +gentleman Mr. Prohack was.</p> +<p>"Well, Carthew," said he, when the chauffeur, perturbed, entered +the room. "This is quite like old times, isn't it? Sit down and +have a cigarette. What's wrong?"</p> +<p>"Well, sir," replied Carthew, after he had lighted the cigarette +and ejected a flake of tobacco into the hearth. "There may be +something wrong or there mayn't, if you understand what I mean. +But I'm thinking of getting married."</p> +<p>"Oh! But what about that wife of yours?"</p> +<p>"Oh! Her! She's dead, all right. I never said anything, feeling +as it might be ashamed of her."</p> +<p>"But I thought you'd done with women!"</p> +<p>"So did I, sir. But the question always is, Have women done with +you? I was helping her to lift pictures down yesterday, and she +was standing on a chair. And something came over me. And +there you are before you know where you are, sir, if you understand +what I mean."</p> +<p>"Perfectly, Carthew. But who is it?"</p> +<p>"Machin, sir. To cut a long story short, sir, I'd been thinking +about her for the better part of some time, because of the boy, sir, +because of the boy. She likes him. If it hadn't been for the +boy—"</p> +<p>"Careful, Carthew!"</p> +<p>"Well, perhaps you're right, sir. She'd have copped me anyway."</p> +<p>"I congratulate you, Carthew. You've been copped by the best +parlourmaid in London."</p> +<p>"Thank you, sir. I think I'll be getting along, sir."</p> +<p>"Have you told Mrs. Prohack?"</p> +<p>"I thought I'd best leave that to Machin, sir."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack waved a hand, thoughtful. He heard Carthew +leave. He heard Dr. Veiga arrive, and then he heard Dr. Veiga +leaving, and rushed to the dining-room door.</p> +<p>"Veiga! A moment. Come in. Everything all right?"</p> +<p>"Of course. Absolutely normal. But you know what these young +husbands are. I can't stop unless you're really ill, my friend."</p> +<p>"I'm worse than really ill," said Mr. Prohack, shutting the +door. "I'm really bored. I'm surrounded by the most interesting +phenomena and I'm really bored. I've taken to heart all your +advice and I'm really bored. So there!"</p> +<p>The agreeable, untidy, unprofessional Portuguese quack twinkled +at him, and then said in his thick, southern, highly un-English +voice: "The remedy may be worse than the disease. You are +bored because you have no worries, my friend. I will give you +advice. Go back to your Treasury."</p> +<p>"I cannot," said Mr. Prohack. "I've resigned. I found out +that my friend Hunter was expecting promotion in my place."</p> +<p>"Ah, well!" replied Dr. Veiga with strange sardonic indifference. +"If you will sacrifice yourself to your friends you must +take the consequences like a man. I will talk to you some other +time, when I've got nothing better to do. I am very busy, telling +people what they already know." And he went.</p> +<p>A minute later Charlie arrived in a car suitable to his grandeur.</p> +<p>"Look here, dad," said Charlie in a hurry. "If you're game for +a day out I particularly want to show you something. And incidentally +you'll see some driving, believe me!"</p> +<p>"My will is made! I am game," answered Mr. Prohack, delighted +at the prospect of any diversion, however perilous.</p> +<br /> +<h3>II</h3> +<p>When Charlie drew up at the Royal Pier, Southampton (having +reached there in rather less time than the train journey and a +taxi at each end would have required), he silently handed over +the wheel to the chauffeur, and led his mystified but unenquiring +father down the steps on the west side of the pier. A man in a +blue suit with a peaked cap and a white cover on the cap was +standing at the foot of the steps, just above the water and above +a motor-launch containing two other men in blue jerseys with +the name "Northwind" on their breasts and on their foreheads. +A blue ensign was flying at the stem of the launch.</p> +<p>"How d'ye do, Snow?" Charlie greeted the first man, who +raised his cap.</p> +<p>Father and son got into the launch and the man after them: +the launch began to snort, and off it went at a racing speed from +the pier towards midchannel. Mr. Prohack, who said not a word, +perceived a string of vessels of various sizes which he judged to +be private yachts, though he had no experience whatever of yachts. +Some of them flew bunting and some of them didn't; but they all +without exception appeared, as Mr. Prohack would have expected, +to be the very symbols of complicated elegance and luxury, shining +and glittering buoyantly there on the brilliant blue water +under the summer sun. The launch was rushing headlong through +its own white surge towards the largest of these majestic toys. +As it approached the string Mr. Prohack saw that all the yachts +were much larger than he imagined, and that the largest was +enormous. The launch flicked itself round the stern of that +yacht, upon which Mr. Prohack read the word "Northwind" in +gold, and halted bobbing at a staircase whose rails were white +ropes, slung against a dark blue wall; the wall was the side of the +yacht. Mr. Prohack climbed out of the bobbing launch, and the +staircase had the solidity under his feet of masonry on earth. High +up, glancing over the wall, was a capped face.</p> +<p>"How d'ye do, skipper," called Charlie, and when he had got +his parent on to the deck, he said: "Skipper, this is my father. +Dad—Captain Crowley."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack shook hands with a short, stoutish nervous man +with an honest, grim, marine face.</p> +<p>"Everything all right?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir. Glad you've come at last, sir."</p> +<p>"Good!"</p> +<p>Charlie turned away from the captain to his father. Mr. Prohack +saw a man hauling a three-cornered flag up the chief of the +three masts which the ship possessed, and another man hauling a +large oblong flag up a pole at the stern.</p> +<p>"What is the significance of this flag-raising?" asked Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"The significance is that the owner has come aboard," Charlie +replied, not wholly without self-consciousness. "Come on. Have +a look at her. Come on, skipper. Do the honours. She used to +be a Mediterranean trader. The former owner turned her into a +yacht. He says she cost him a hundred thousand by the time she +was finished. I can believe it."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack also believed it, easily; he believed it more and more +easily as he was trotted from deck to deck and from bedroom to +bedroom, and sitting-room to sitting-room, and library to smoking-room, +and music-room to lounge, and especially from bathroom to +bathroom. In no land habitation had Mr. Prohack seen so many, +or such marmoreal, or such luxurious bathrooms. What particularly +astonished Mr. Prohack was the exceeding and minute finish +of everything, and what astonished him even more than the finish +was the cleanliness of everything.</p> +<p>"Dirty place to be in, sir, Southampton," grinned the skipper. +"We do the best we can."</p> +<p>They reached the dining-room, an apartment in glossy bird's-eye +maple set in the midst of the virgin-white promenade deck.</p> +<p>"By the way, lunch, please," said Charlie.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," responded eagerly the elder of two attendants in +jackets striped blue and white.</p> +<p>"Have a wash, guv'nor? Thanks, skipper, that'll do for the +present."</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack washed in amplitudinous marble, and wiped his +paternal face upon diaper into which was woven the name +"Northwind." He then, with his son, ate an enormous and intricate +lunch and drank champagne out of crystal engraved with the +name "Northwind," served to him by a ceremonious person in +white gloves. Charlie was somewhat taciturn, but over the coffee +he seemed to brighten up.</p> +<p>"Well, what do you think of the old hulk?"</p> +<p>"She must need an awful lot of men," said Mr. Prohack.</p> +<p>"Pretty fair. The wages bill is seven hundred a month."</p> +<p>"She's enormous," continued Mr. Prohack lamely.</p> +<p>"Oh, no! Seven hundred tons Thames measurement. You see +those funnels over there," and Charlie pointed through the port +windows to a row of four funnels rising over great sheds. "That's +the <i>Mauretania</i>. She's a hundred times as big as this thing. She +could almost sling this affair in her davits."</p> +<p>"Indeed! Still, I maintain that this antique wreck is enormous," +Mr. Prohack insisted.</p> +<p>They walked out on deck.</p> +<p>"Hello! Here's the chit. You can always count on <i>her</i>!" +said Charles.</p> +<p>The launch was again approaching the yacht, and a tiny figure +with a despatch case on her lap sat smiling in the stern-sheets.</p> +<p>"She's come down by train," Charles explained.</p> +<p>Miss Winstock in her feminineness made a delicious spectacle +on the spotless deck. She nearly laughed with delight as she +acknowledged Mr. Prohack's grave salute and shook hands with +him, but when Charlie said: "Anything urgent?" she grew grave +and tense, becoming the faithful, urgent, confidential employé +in +an instant.</p> +<p>"Only this," she said, opening the despatch case and producing +a telegram.</p> +<p>"Confound it!" remarked Charles, having read the telegram. +"Here, you, Snow. Please see that Miss Winstock has something +to eat at once. That'll do, Miss Winstock."</p> +<p>"Yes, Mr. Prohack," she said dutifully.</p> +<p>"And his mother thought he would be marrying her!" Mr. Prohack +senior reflected. "He'll no more marry her than he'll marry +Machin. Goodness knows whom he will marry. It might be a +princess."</p> +<p>"You remember that paper concern—newsprint stuff—I've mentioned +to you once or twice," said Charlie to his father, dropping +into a basket-chair. "Sit down, will you, dad? I've had no luck +with it yet." He flourished the telegram. "Here the new manager +I appointed has gone and got rheumatic fever up in Aberdeen. No +good for six months at least, if ever. It's a great thing if I +could only really get it going. But no! The luck's wrong. And +yet a sound fellow with brains could put that affair into such shape +in a year that I could sell it at a profit of four hundred per cent +to the Southern Combine. However—"</p> +<p>Soon afterwards he went below to talk to the chit, and the +skipper took charge of Mr. Prohack and displayed to him the +engine-room, the officers' quarters, the forecastle, the galley, and +all manner of arcana that Charlie had grandiosely neglected.</p> +<p>"It's a world!" said Mr. Prohack, but the skipper did not quite +comprehend the remark.</p> +<p>"Well," said Charlie, returning. "We'll have some tea and then +we must be off again. I have to be in town to-night. Have you +seen everything? What's the verdict? Some ship, eh?"</p> +<p>"Some ship," agreed Mr. Prohack. "But the most shockingly +uneconomic thing I've ever met with in all my life. How often +do you use the yacht?"</p> +<p>"Well, I haven't been able to use her yet. She's been lying +here waiting for me for nearly a month. I hope to get a few days +off soon."</p> +<p>"I understand there's a crew of thirty odd, all able-bodied and +knowing their job, I suppose. And all waiting for a month to +give you and me a lunch and a tea. Seven hundred pounds in +wages alone for lunch and a tea for two, without counting the +food and the washing!"</p> +<p>"And why not, dad?" Charlie retorted calmly. "I've got to +spend a bit of money uneconomically, and there's nothing like a +yacht for doing it. I've no use for racing, and moreover it's too +difficult not to mix with rascals if you go in for racing, and I +don't care for rascals. Also it's a mug's game, and I don't want to +be a mug. As for young women, no! They only interest me at +present as dancing partners, and they cost me nothing. A good +yacht's the sole possible thing for my case, and a yacht brings you +into contact with clean and decent people, not bookmakers. I +bought this boat for thirty-three thousand, and she's a marvellous +bargain, and that's something."</p> +<p>"But why spend money uneconomically at all?"</p> +<p>"Because I said and swore I would. Didn't I come back from +the war and try all I knew to obtain the inestimable privilege of +earning my living by doing something useful? Did I succeed in +obtaining the privilege? Why, nobody would look at me! And +there were tens of thousands like me. Well, I said I'd take it out +of this noble country of mine, and I am doing; and I shall keep +on doing until I'm tired. These thirty men or so here might be +at some useful productive work, fishing or merchant-marining. +They're otherwise engaged. They're spending a pleasant wasteful +month over our lunch and tea. That's what I enjoy. It makes +me smile to myself when I wake up in the middle of the night.... +I'm showing my beloved country who's won the Peace."</p> +<p>"It's a scheme," murmured Mr. Prohack, rendered thoughtful as +much by the quiet and intense manner, as by the matter, of his +son's oration. "Boyish, of course, but not without charm."</p> +<p>"We were most of us boys," said Charlie.</p> +<p>Mr. Prohack marshalled, in his head, the perfectly plain, simple +reasoning necessary to crush Charlie to powder, and, before crushing +him, to expose to him the crudity of his conceptions of organised +social existence. But he said nothing, having hit on another +procedure for carrying out his parental duty to Charles. Shortly +afterwards they departed from the yacht in the launch. Long +ere they reached the waiting motor-car the bunting had been hauled +down.</p> +<p>In the car Mr. Prohack said:</p> +<p>"Tell me something more about that paper-making business. It +sounds interesting."</p> +<br /> +<h3>III</h3> +<p>When Mr. Prohack reached his daughter's house again late in +the night, it was his wife who opened the door to him.</p> +<p>"Good heavens, Arthur! Where have you been? Poor Sissie is +in such a state—I was obliged to come over and stay with her. She +needs the greatest care."</p> +<p>"We had a breakdown," said Mr. Prohack, rather guiltily.</p> +<p>"Who's we? Where? What breakdown? You went off without +saying a word to any one. I really can't imagine what you were +thinking about. You're just like a child sometimes."</p> +<p>"I went down to Southampton with Charlie," the culprit explained, +giving a brief and imperfect history of the day, and adding +that on the way home he had made a détour with Charles to +look at a paper-manufactory.</p> +<p>"And you couldn't have telephoned!"</p> +<p>"Never thought of it!"</p> +<p>"I'll run and tap at Sissie's door and tell her. Ozzie's with her. +You'd better go straight to bed."</p> +<p>"I'm hungry."</p> +<p>Eve made a deprecating and expostulatory noise with her tongue +against her upper teeth.</p> +<p>"I'll bring you something to eat. At least I'll try to find +something," +said she.</p> +<p>"And are you sleeping here, too? Where?" Mr. Prohack demanded +when Eve crept into Charlie's old bedroom with a tray in +her hands.</p> +<p>"I had to stay. I couldn't leave the girl. I'm sleeping in her +old room."</p> +<p>"The worst of these kids' rooms," said Mr. Prohack, with an +affectation of calm, "is that there are no easy chairs in them. It +never struck me before. Look here, you sit on the bed and put +the tray down <i>there</i>, and I'll occupy this so-called chair. Now, +I +don't want any sermons. And what is more, I can't eat unless +you do. But I tell you I'm very hungry. So would you be, if +you'd had my day."</p> +<p>"You won't sleep if you eat much."</p> +<p>"I don't care if I don't. Is this whiskey? What—bread and +cheese? The simple life! I'm not used to it.... Where are you +off to?"</p> +<p>"There came a letter for you. I brought it along. It's in the +other bedroom."</p> +<p>"Open it for me, my good child," said Mr. Prohack, his mouth +full and his hands occupied, when she returned. She did so.</p> +<p>"It seems to me that you'd better read this yourself," she said, +naughtily.</p> +<p>The letter was from Lady Massulam, signed only with her +initials, announcing with a queer brevity that she had suddenly +decided to go back at once to her native country to live.</p> +<p>"How strange!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack, trying to be airy. +"Listen! What do you make of it. You're a woman, aren't you?"</p> +<p>"I make of it," said Eve, "that she's running away from you. +She's afraid of herself, that's what she is! Didn't I always tell +you? Oh! Arthur. How simple you are! But fancy! At her +age! Oh, my poor boy! Shall you get over it?" Eve bent forward +and kissed the poor boy, who was cursing himself for not succeeding +in not being self-conscious.</p> +<p>"Rot!" he exploded at last. "I said you were a woman, and by +all the gods you are! Give me some more food."</p> +<p>He was aware of a very peculiar and unprecedented thrill. He +hated to credit Eve's absurd insinuation, but...! And Eve +looked at him superiorly, triumphant, sure of him, sure of her +everlasting power over him! Yet she was not romantic, and her +plump person did not in the least symbolise romance.</p> +<p>"I've a piece of news for you," he said, after a pause. "After +to-night I've done with women and idleness. I'm going into business. +I've bought half of that paper-making concern from your +singular son, and I'm going to put it on its legs. I know nothing +about paper-making, and I can only hope that the London office +is not as dirty and untidy as the works. I'd no idea what works +were. The whole thing will be a dreadful worry, and I shall probably +make a horrid mess of it, but Charlie seems to think I +shan't."</p> +<p>"But why—what's come over you, Arthur? Surely we've got +enough money. What <i>has</i> come over you? I never could make +you out and I never shall."</p> +<p>"Nothing! Nothing!" said he. "Only I've got a sort of idea +that some one ought to be economic and productive. It may kill +me, but I'll die producing, anyhow."</p> +<p>He waited for her to begin upbraiding him for capricious folly +and expatiating upon the fragility of his health. But you never +know where you are with an Eve. Eves have the most disconcerting +gleams of insight. She said:</p> +<p>"I'm rather glad. I was getting anxious about you."</p> +<br /> +<br /> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12773 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |