"I shouldn"t have imagined it," said the Governor thoughtfully.

"And, though perhaps I ought not to say it, I am not without honour in my own country--or influence. A word in season, as you know, Your Excellency. It might carry an official far."

The Governor shuddered.

"Yes, that had to come too," he said to himself. "Well, look here. If I tell this man of yours to withdraw the charge against you, you can go to Gehenna for aught I care. The only condition I make is that if you write--I suppose that"s part of your business about your travels, you don"t praise me!"

So far Mr. Groombride has loyally adhered to this understanding.

GALLIO"S SONG

All day long to the judgment-seat The crazed Provincials drew-- All day long at their ruler"s feet Howled for the blood of the Jew.

Insurrection with one accord Banded itself and woke: And Paul was about to open his mouth When Achaia"s Deputy spoke

"Whether the G.o.d descend from above Or the man ascend upon high, Whether this maker of tents be Jove Or a younger deity-- I will be no judge between your G.o.ds And your G.o.dless bickerings, Lictor, drive them hence with rods-- I care for none of these things!

"Were it a question of lawful due Or a labourer"s hire denied, Reason would I should bear with you And order it well to be tried But this is a question of words and names And I know the strife it brings, I will not pa.s.s upon any your claims.

I care for none of these things.

"One thing only I see most clear, As I pray you also see.

Claudius Caesar hath set me here Rome"s Deputy to be.

It is Her peace that ye go to break Not mine, nor any king"s, But, touching your clamour of "conscience sake,"

I care for none of these things!"

THE HOUSE SURGEON

On an evening after Easter Day, I sat at a table in a homeward bound steamer"s smoking-room, where half a dozen of us told ghost stories. As our party broke up a man, playing Patience in the next alcove, said to me: "I didn"t quite catch the end of that last story about the Curse on the family"s first-born."

"It turned out to be drains," I explained. "As soon as new ones were put into the house the Curse was lifted, I believe. I never knew the people myself."

"Ah! I"ve had my drains up twice; I"m on gravel too."

"You don"t mean to say you"ve a ghost in your house? Why didn"t you join our party?"

"Any more orders, gentlemen, before the bar closes?" the steward interrupted.

"Sit down again, and have one with me," said the Patience player. "No, it isn"t a ghost. Our trouble is more depression than anything else."

"How interesting? Then it"s nothing any one can see?"

"It"s--it"s nothing worse than a little depression. And the odd part is that there hasn"t been a death in the house since it was built--in 1863.

The lawyer said so. That decided me--my good lady, rather and he made me pay an extra thousand for it."

"How curious. Unusual, too!" I said.

"Yes; ain"t it? It was built for three sisters--Moultrie was the name--three old maids. They all lived together; the eldest owned it. I bought it from her lawyer a few years ago, and if I"ve spent a pound on the place first and last, I must have spent five thousand. Electric light, new servants" wing, garden--all that sort of thing. A man and his family ought to be happy after so much expense, ain"t it?" He looked at me through the bottom of his gla.s.s.

"Does it affect your family much?"

"My good lady--she"s a Greek, by the way--and myself are middle-aged. We can bear up against depression; but it"s hard on my little girl. I say little; but she"s twenty. We send her visiting to escape it. She almost lived at hotels and hydros, last year, but that isn"t pleasant for her.

She used to be a canary--a perfect canary--always singing. You ought to hear her. She doesn"t sing now. That sort of thing"s unwholesome for the young, ain"t it?"

"Can"t you get rid of the place?" I suggested.

"Not except at a sacrifice, and we are fond of it. Just suits us three.

We"d love it if we were allowed."

"What do you mean by not being allowed?"

"I mean because of the depression. It spoils everything."

"What"s it like exactly?"

"I couldn"t very well explain. It must be seen to be appreciated, as the auctioneers say. Now, I was much impressed by the story you were telling just now."

"It wasn"t true," I said.

"My tale is true. If you would do me the pleasure to come down and spend a night at my little place, you"d learn more than you would if I talked till morning. Very likely "twouldn"t touch your good self at all.

You might be--immune, ain"t it? On the other hand, if this influenza,--influence does happen to affect you, why, I think it will be an experience."

While he talked he gave me his card, and I read his name was L. Maxwell M"Leod, Esq., of Holmescroft. A City address was tucked away in a corner.

"My business," he added, "used to be furs. If you are interested in furs--I"ve given thirty years of my life to "em."

"You"re very kind," I murmured.

"Far from it, I a.s.sure you. I can meet you next Sat.u.r.day afternoon anywhere in London you choose to name, and I"ll be only too happy to motor you down. It ought to be a delightful run at this time of year the rhododendrons will be out. I mean it. You don"t know how truly I mean it. Very probably--it won"t affect you at all. And--I think I may say I have the finest collection of narwhal tusks in the world. All the best skins and horns have to go through London, and L. Maxwell M"Leod, he knows where they come from, and where they go to. That"s his business."

For the rest of the voyage up-channel Mr. M"Leod talked to me of the a.s.sembling, preparation, and sale of the rarer furs; and told me things about the manufacture of fur-lined coats which quite shocked me. Somehow or other, when we landed on Wednesday, I found myself pledged to spend that week-end with him at Holmescroft.

On Sat.u.r.day he met me with a well-groomed motor, and ran me out, in an hour and a half, to an exclusive residential district of dustless roads and elegantly designed country villas, each standing in from three to five acres of perfectly appointed land. He told me land was selling at eight hundred pounds the acre, and the new golf links, whose Queen Anne pavilion we pa.s.sed, had cost nearly twenty-four thousand pounds to create.

Holmescroft was a large, two-storied, low, creeper-covered residence.

A verandah at the south side gave on to a garden and two tennis courts, separated by a tasteful iron fence from a most park-like meadow of five or six acres, where two Jersey cows grazed. Tea was ready in the shade of a promising copper beech, and I could see groups on the lawn of young men and maidens appropriately clothed, playing lawn tennis in the sunshine.

"A pretty scene, ain"t it?" said Mr. M"Leod. "My good lady"s sitting under the tree, and that"s my little girl in pink on the far court. But I"ll take you to your room, and you can see "em all later."

He led me through a wide parquet-floored hall furnished in pale lemon, with huge Cloisonnee vases, an ebonized and gold grand piano, and banks of pot flowers in Benares bra.s.s bowls, up a pale oak staircase to a s.p.a.cious landing, where there was a green velvet settee trimmed with silver. The blinds were down, and the light lay in parallel lines on the floors.

He showed me my room, saying cheerfully: "You may be a little tired. One often is without knowing it after a run through traffic. Don"t come down till you feel quite restored. We shall all be in the garden."

My room was rather warm, and smelt of perfumed soap. I threw up the window at once, but it opened so close to the floor and worked so clumsily that I came within an ace of pitching out, where I should certainly have ruined a rather lop-sided laburnum below. As I set about washing off the journey"s dust, I began to feel a little tired. But, I reflected, I had not come down here in this weather and among these new surroundings to be depressed; so I began to whistle.

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