On the other hand, the idea of the new Oriental Secretary adopting the role of philosopher appealed to him; he saw the force of it; for his experiences in the East had made him realize that if a white man is to gain the confidence of a brown race he must be, in both senses of the words, capable of a brown study.
When Daniel returned to the drawing-room to say "good-bye" to Muriel and to thank her, it was already dark outside, and the room was brilliantly illuminated by a number of somewhat inadequately shaded electric globes.
There were five or six people in the room; and he paused for a moment in the doorway, wondering whether he would give offence by beating an immediate retreat. He was paying very careful regard to his behaviour, however; and when Muriel called out to him, he was obliged to enter.
"I"m going now," he said to her, approaching the sofa where she was seated. "I just wanted to say "thank you."" He looked neither to right nor left.
Lady Muriel turned to a very smartly dressed woman who was seated beside her on the sofa, and introduced Daniel. His hands were, at the moment, clasped behind his back, and he bowed to her with great gravity. She held out her hand, but, seeing that he had considered the more formal bow sufficient to the occasion, withdrew it again. He thought that perhaps he had been stiff, and at once held out his tanned and muscular paw, but finding that it was too late, thrust it into his coat pocket, at the moment when, for the second time, she offered her fingers. He s.n.a.t.c.hed his hand out of his pocket, but simultaneously she withdrew hers again.
Muriel laughed nervously, but Daniel faced the situation frankly.
"I"m sure I don"t know whether I"m supposed to shake hands or not," he said. "What do people do in society?"
"Which ever you like," the lady murmured, with a t.i.tter of laughter.
"That"s no good," he answered, "unless you do what the other fellow"s going to do. Anyway," he added, bending forward and very deliberately taking hold of her irresolute hand, "how d"you do?"
He glanced about him, and observed that the others were watching him with mild amus.e.m.e.nt. Near him was Sir Frank Lestrange, the First Secretary, whom he had met before-a fair-haired, clean-shaven man of some forty years of age, whose rigid formality seemed incapable of disturbance. Daniel shook him warmly by the hand, but for all the impression he made he might have been greeting a tailor"s dummy.
Near the window he saw Lady Smith-Evered, talking to a pale young Guardsman, who appeared to be in immediate need of a tonic. He went over to her, and made his salutations with cordiality, for a year ago he had made her acquaintance at the Residency, and he had a vague recollection that she had taken offence at something or other he had said. He held out his hand, but once more his pocket became its sudden place of refuge as she bowed with all the stiffness that her undulating figure permitted, and, with no more than a glance in his direction, turned to continue her conversation with the Guardsman.
In another part of the room an elderly man with sleek, grey hair was talking to a heavy matron whose respectable cloth dress looked as though it had been made for her by a builder of club-room furniture. Daniel thought he recognized the man, and took a few steps towards him, but, deciding that he was mistaken, turned on his heel and, narrowly avoiding a collision with a small table, returned to Muriel.
The curious thing was that though these situations were embarra.s.sing, he did not appear awkward. Muriel observed this remarkable fact, and wondered at it. He was certainly out of place in a drawing-room, she thought, but he was not therefore out of countenance; and his _sang-froid_ seemed to deserve a more friendly treatment than it was receiving. She therefore got up as he approached her, and in a very audible voice asked him if he would let her help him to arrange his official quarters on the morrow.
He thanked her, and then, lowering his voice, asked her if she could explain Lady Smith-Evered"s very marked hostility.
"Why, don"t you know?" Muriel whispered. "She told me all about it: she said you had run down the Army once when you were talking to her last year."
"Nonsense," said Daniel, "I"m sure I never did."
Muriel nodded. "Yes, you did. She said you spoke of the officers of her pet regiment as men who looked as though they"d been through the ranks."
"But I meant that as a compliment," he answered. "I meant they looked as though they weren"t afraid of hard work. Had she any other complaints?"
"No, I think that was her only grievance."
Before she could stop him, he turned and walked straight across the room to Lady Smith-Evered, and came to a halt immediately in front of her.
"I was just asking Lady Muriel how I had offended you," he said, with disconcerting directness; "and she tells me it was because you thought I had disparaged some of our soldier friends."
The General"s lady flushed. He saw the red glow creep up from her neck to her face, under the thick powder, and her eyes gleamed menacingly; but she only inclined her head.
"I want to apologize," he went on. "I"m most awfully sorry: my remarks were stupid, and I think I must have been trying to say something bright. Will you please forgive me?"
The flush deepened. "I"m glad you apologize," she said, and she glanced at the Guardsman beside her, as though to bid him take notice of what she supposed to be the discomfiture of the offender.
"I"m very glad that you accept my apology," he said, and with a bow he left her.
"What on earth did you say?" asked Muriel, when he had returned to her.
"I apologized," he answered, quietly.
"Ate humble pie?" she queried, with a touch of disdain.
"I had hurt her feelings: I"m always sorry to annoy anybody," he replied.
"Well," she remarked, "I think you"ve rather annoyed _me_ now, by climbing down like that." She did not feel that humility suited him, and she was conscious of a sense of disappointment.
"My good girl," he whispered, "you"ve got a lot to learn from the philosophers. You must let me put you through a course of reading."
Her disappointment flamed into anger at his words, and she responded coldly to his adieux. When he had left the room she sat down once more upon the sofa, and in the few moments of silence which followed, she experienced a variety of sensations. She felt as though he were the schoolmaster again who had scolded her; she felt abashed and did not know why; she felt angry with him, and, after their happy hours together, her displeasure fell like a destructive hand upon the day"s edifice; she felt that they belonged to different worlds, and that it was hopeless to attempt to understand him; she felt that she was right and he was wrong, and yet there was a doubt at the back of her mind as to whether the opposite might not somehow be the case.
CHAPTER XIV-THE COURT PHILOSOPHER
In the West an interest in Philosophy is considered to be an indication of eccentricity; and the thought brings before the imagination some long-haired and ancient professor, detached from the active world, wandering around a college quadrangle, his hands folded, and his face upturned to the sky as though averted from the stains of spilt food upon his breast. In the East, however, the Philosopher is held in high honour; and his vocation calls to mind a thousand tranquil figures each of whom has been the power behind an Oriental throne.
Daniel Lane was a philosopher by inclination and by education, and his great common sense was the definite consequence of careful reasoning.
He believed that Right was an unconquerable force which needed no display of manners or sounding of trumpets to signal its movement; and so long as he did not offend against the laws formulated by his philosophy, he did not look for difficulties or defeat.
Nor was he a man who could be terrorized by any threats; and though Lord Blair had warned him that a.s.sa.s.sination was a likely end to a political career in Cairo, he was not in the slightest degree troubled by the thought. Very reluctantly he consented to profit by the activities of the Secret Service; and he determined to dispense with their aid as soon as he had made himself acquainted with the ramifications of native intrigue.
He began his work at the Residency, therefore, without trepidation; and on the first morning of his official employment he inaugurated a procedure which before nightfall was the talk of many in the native quarter.
In a secluded corner of the garden, at the end of a short terrace at the edge of the Nile, there was a luxuriant group of palms, in the shade of which stood a marble bench of Arabic design, built in a half-circle upon a base of Damascus tiles. A ma.s.s of shrubs and prolific rose bushes shut it off from the main grounds; while from pa.s.sing boats it was screened by a low parapet covered by a wild tangle of flowering creepers. This sheltered and peaceful alcove was promptly appropriated by Daniel, and in this setting he made his appearance in the political life of Cairo.
His first visitor was a wealthy, silk-robed land-owner from Upper Egypt, who desired to lay certain complaints before the British authorities, in regard to the hostile actions of a native inspector of Irrigation. The man had been shown into the waiting-room in the Residency, where he had been filled with anxiety by the ticking of the typewriters in the adjoining room, the constant ringing of telephone bells, and the hurried pa.s.sage to and fro of clerks and liveried servants. He had wondered whether he knew sufficient English to make himself understood without the aid of an interpreter, and whether, if the interpreter"s services were required, he would have to give him very handsome _backshish_ to render his tongue persuasive.
Therefore, when he was led presently across the lawn to the sunny terrace beside the Nile, where he came upon a mild and quiet figure who stood smoking his pipe, and idly tossing pebbles into the placid waters, and who now greeted him in the benevolent language of the Koran, his agitation left him upon the moment, and with it went the need of cunning. He stated his case frankly, as he strolled to and fro with Daniel in the sunlight, and he blessed G.o.d and his Prophet that the interview which he had dreaded so long in antic.i.p.ation should prove so undisturbing in actuality.
Daniel next found himself seated upon the marble bench with a caravan-master who had failed through the ordinary channels to obtain redress for the illegal seizure of certain goods at the Tripolitan frontier; and this personage"s amazement at the Englishman"s knowledge of the desert routes was profound.
Later, a deputation of sheikhs from Dongola was received in the shade of the rustling palms: grave, anxious men who had come to speak of the disaffection of certain neighbouring tribes, and to express their own loyalty, which was somewhat in doubt.
At the close of the interview, while he was warning them against revolt, Daniel happened to notice a bundle of stout wooden f.a.ggots lying near by in readiness for use as supports for some young trees which had recently been planted. He went across to them, and selecting one of them, carried it back to his seat upon the bench; and presently, turning to the sheikhs, he asked if any man amongst them could break such a f.a.ggot across his knees.
The youngest member of the deputation, a magnificent specimen of negroid humanity, took the f.a.ggot in his brown hands, and strained his muscles in the attempt to break it, but without success. His colleagues, older men, made no trial of their lesser strength, but were satisfied to declare the task to be impossible.
Daniel rose and took it from them, and a moment later flung it to the ground in two halves. "That f.a.ggot," he said, quietly resuming his seat, "may be likened to the land of Dongola, which is to be the strong support of the fruit-bearing tree of the Sudan. But if it fail in its useful duty, it may thus be broken asunder by hands more powerful than yours, and be cast into the flames."
To the native mind a demonstration of this kind was more potent than any words, and the deputation of sheikhs left the alcove, carrying with them a tale which would be told to their children"s children.
As they retreated across the lawn towards the entrance, Daniel suddenly caught sight of Muriel, whose face peered out from amongst the rose bushes, as though she were looking to see if he were alone.
"Hullo!" he called out; "what are you doing here?"