"QUARREL OVER DEMI-MONDAINE."
"Gad, those are juicy lines, aren"t they?" said Maynard. "Won"t some of our worthy citizens lick their chops over them, and point to the depravity of the upper cla.s.ses? Do you know d.i.c.k Durwent?"
"I have seen him a couple of times."
"Awfully decent chap. Screw loose, you know, and punishes his Scotch no end, but a topping fellow underneath. I don"t know who the bit of fluff is that they"re fighting about, but you can wager a quid to a bob that d.i.c.k thought he was doing her a good turn."
"I wonder who the n.o.bleman is."
"Can"t say, I"m sure. Probably he can"t either just now, seeing what Durwent did to him. Of course, it"s a rotten thing to say, but if the blighter"s really going to die, I hope he"s one of the seventeen who stand between me and the Earldom of Forth."
There was a knock at the door, and an inquiry regarding the newly discovered author.
"Coming," called Maynard, reaching for the _Daily Mail_. "Shove those clippings in your pocket, Selwyn, and for the love of Allah help me to select something here that I can pretend to have written. Fortunately I can play the blithering idiot without much trouble."
CHAPTER XI.
THE RENDING OF THE VEIL.
I.
The house-party at Roselawn had hurriedly broken up, and only Selwyn remained. In view of the scandal about d.i.c.k Durwent, although it was not spoken of by any one, he felt that it would have been more delicate to leave with the other guests. But it seemed as if the Durwents dreaded to be alone. His presence gave an impersonal shield behind which they could seek shelter from each other, and they urged him so earnestly to remain that it would have been ungracious to refuse.
It was the evening of August 4th, and the family circle, reduced to four, had just finished dinner. There had been only one topic of conversation--there could be but one. Britain had given Germany until midnight (Central European time) to guarantee withdrawal from Belgium.
After dinner the family adjourned for coffee to the living-room, and, as was his custom, Lord Durwent proffered his guest a cigar.
"No, thanks," said Selwyn. "If you will excuse me, I think I will do without a smoke just now.--Lady Durwent, do you mind if I go to my room for half-an-hour? There are one or two matters I must attend to."
Half-way up the stairs he changed his mind, and went out on the lawn instead. Darkness was setting in with swiftly gathering shadows, and he found the cool evening air a slight solace to a brow that was weary with conflicting thoughts.
America had not acted. There towards the west his great country lay wrapped in ocean"s aloofness. The pointed doubts of the ex-army captain had been confirmed--America had stood aside. Well, why shouldn"t she!
It was all very well, he argued, for Britain to pose as a protector of Belgium, but she could not afford to do otherwise. It was simply European politics all over again, and the very existence of America depended on her complete isolation from the Old World.
Yet Germany had sworn to observe Belgium"s neutrality, and at that very moment her guns were battering the little nation to bits. Was that just a European affair, or did it amount to a world issue?
If only Roosevelt were in power! . . . Who was this man Wilson, anyway?
Could anything good come out of Princeton? . . . In spite of himself, Selwyn laughed to find how much of the Harvard tradition remained.
If America had only spoken. If she had at least recorded her protest.
Supposing Germany won. . . .
Supposing----
He kicked at a twig that lay in his path, and recalled the wonderful regiments that he had seen march past the Kaiser only three months ago.
Who was going to stop that mighty empire? Effeminate France? Insular, ease-loving England?
Pa.s.sing the stables, he started nervously at hearing his name spoken.
"Good-evening, Mr. Selwyn. It"s pleasant out o" doors, sir."
It was Mathews, the head-groom of the Durwents.
"Yes," said the American, pausing, "very pleasant."
"It looks sort of as if we was going to "ave some ditherin"s wi" Germany, Mr. Selwyn."
"It does. I don"t see how war can be averted now."
"It"s funny Mister Malcolm ain"t "ome yet, sir. Has "is moberlizin"
orders came?"
"There"s a War Office telegram in the house. I suppose his instructions are in it."
The groom shook his head and swung philosophically on his heels. He was a broad-faced man of nearly fifty, with an honest simplicity of countenance and manner engendered of long service where master and man live in a relation of mutual confidence. He sucked meditatively at a corn-cob pipe, and Selwyn, changing his mind about a cigar, produced a case from his pocket.
"Have one, Mathews?" he asked.
"No, thank "ee, sir. I"m a man o" easy-goin" "abits, and likes me old pipe and me old woman likewise, both being sim"lar and the same."
With which profound thought he drew a long breath of smoke and sent it on the air, to follow his philosophy to whatever place words go to.
"If Germany and us puts on the gloves," ruminated Mathews, "I"ll be real sorry Mas"r d.i.c.k ain"t "ere. He"s a rare lad, "e is--one o" the right breed, and no argifyin" can prove contrariwise. I always was fond o"
Mas"r d.i.c.k, I was, since "e was so high, and used to come in "ere and ask me to learn "im how to swear proper like a groom. Ah, a fine lad "e was; and--criky!--"e were a lovely sight on a hoss. Mister Malcolm "e"s a fine rider hisself, but just a little stiff to my fancy, conseckens o"
sittin" up on parade with them there Hussars o" hisn. But Mas"r d.i.c.k--he were part o" the hoss, he were, likewise and sim"lar."
Selwyn nodded and smoked in silence. He was rather glad to have run into the garrulous groom. The steady stream of inelegant English helped to ease the torture of his mind.
"Has milord said anything about the hosses, Mr. Selwyn?"
"No. What do you mean?"
"Nothing much, sir, excep" that it"s just what you can expeck from a gen"l"man like him. He comes in "ere this arternoon and says to me, "Mathews," he says, "if this "ere war comes about it"ll be a long one, and make no mistake, so I estermate we"d better give the Government our hosses right away, in course keepin" old Ned for to drive." Never twigged an eyelash, he didn"t. No, sir. Just up and tells it to me like I"m a-doin" to you. "Then," I says, "you won"t be wanting me no longer, milord?" And he says, "Mathews, as long as there"s a home for me, there"s one for you," and he clapped me on my shoulder likewise as if him and me were ekals. It kind o" done me in, it did, what with the prospick o" losin" my hosses--them as I"d raised since they was runnin" around arter their mothers like young galathumpians--and what with his speakin"
so fair and kindly like. Well--criky!--I could ha" swore; I felt so bad."
"It will be a great loss for Lord Durwent to lose his stable."
"Ah, that it will. But this arternoon, arter what I"m a-tellin" you, he just goes through with me and says, "Nell"s lookin" pretty fit," or "How"s Prince"s bad knee?" just as if nothink had happened at all. I says to myself, "Milord, you"re a thoroughbred, you are," for he makes me think o" Mister Malcolm"s bull-terrier, he do. Breed? That there dog has a ancestry as would do credit to a Egyptian mummy. I"ve seen Mister Malcolm take a whip arter the dog had got among the chickens or took a bite out o" the game-keeper"s leg, him never liking the game-keeper, conseckens o" his being bow-legged and having a contrary dispersition, and do you think that there dog would let a whimper out o" him? No, sir.
He would just turn his eye on Mister Malcolm and sorter say, "All right, thrash away. I may hev my little weaknesses, but, thank Gord! I come of a distinkished fam"ly.""
They smoked in silence for a few minutes.
"No, sir," resumed the groom, pushing his hat back in order to scratch his head, "he never whimpered, did milord; but I saw when he got opposite Mas"r d.i.c.k"s old mare Princess that he felt kind o" bad, and he didn"t say much for the better part o" a minute. Mr. Selwyn, I"m a bit creaky in my jints and ain"t as frisky as I were, but I"d be werry much obliged to be sent over to this "ere war and see if I couldn"t put a bullet or two in some o" them there sausage-eaters."