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me　to　tell　you　what　a　Unitarian　horsedealer　said　to　me　at　Brindisi　

about　politicians？〃



A　Unitarian　horsedealer　at　Brindisi　had　all　the　allurement　of　the　

unexpected。　　Henry　Greech's　witticisms　at　the　expense　of　the　Front　

Opposition　bench　were　destined　to　remain　as　unfinished　as　his　

wife's　history　of　the　broken　soup…plates。　　Thorle　was　primed　with　

an　ample　succession　of　stories　and　themes；　chiefly　concerning　

poverty；　thriftlessness；　reclamation；　reformed　characters；　and　so　

forth；　which　carried　him　in　an　almost　uninterrupted　sequence　

through　the　remainder　of　the　dinner。



〃What　I　want　to　do　is　to　make　people　think；〃　he　said；　turning　his　

prominent　eyes　on　to　his　hostess；　〃it's　so　hard　to　make　people　

think。〃



〃At　any　rate　you　give　them　the　opportunity；〃　said　Comus；　

cryptically。



As　the　ladies　rose　to　leave　the　table　Comus　crossed　over　to　pick　up　

one　of　Lady　Veula's　gloves　that　had　fallen　to　the　floor。



〃I　did　not　know　you　kept　a　dog；〃　said　Lady　Veula。



〃We　don't；〃　said　Comus；　〃there　isn't　one　in　the　house。〃



〃I　could　have　sworn　I　saw　one　follow　you　across　the　hall　this　

evening；〃　she　said。



〃A　small　black　dog；　something　like　a　schipperke？〃　asked　Comus　in　a　

low　voice。



〃Yes；　that　was　it。〃



〃I　saw　it　myself　to…night；　it　ran　from　behind　my　chair　just　as　I　

was　sitting　down。　　Don't　say　anything　to　the　others　about　it；　it　

would　frighten　my　mother。〃



〃Have　you　ever　seen　it　before？〃　Lady　Veula　asked　quickly。



〃Once；　when　I　was　six　years　old。　　It　followed　my　father　

downstairs。〃



Lady　Veula　said　nothing。　　She　knew　that　Comus　had　lost　his　father　

at　the　age　of　six。



In　the　drawing…room　Serena　made　nervous　excuses　for　her　talkative　

friend。



〃Really；　rather　an　interesting　man；　you　know；　and　up　to　the　eyes　in　

all　sorts　of　movements。　　Just　the　sort　of　person　to　turn　loose　at　a　

drawing…room　meeting；　or　to　send　down　to　a　mission…hall　in　some　

unheard…of　neighbourhood。　　Given　a　sounding…board　and　a　harmonium；　

and　a　titled　woman　of　some　sort　in　the　chair；　and　he'll　be　

perfectly　happy；　I　must　say　I　hadn't　realised　how　overpowering　he　

might　be　at　a　small　dinner…party。〃



〃I　should　say　he　was　a　very　good　man；〃　said　Mrs。　Greech；　she　had　

forgiven　the　mutilation　of　her　soup…plate　story。



The　party　broke　up　early　as　most　of　the　guests　had　other　

engagements　to　keep。　　With　a　belated　recognition　of　the　farewell　

nature　of　the　occasion　they　made　pleasant　little　good…bye　remarks　

to　Comus；　with　the　usual　predictions　of　prosperity　and　

anticipations　of　an　ultimate　auspicious　return。　　Even　Henry　Greech　

sank　his　personal　dislike　of　the　boy　for　the　moment；　and　made　

hearty　jocular　allusions　to　a　home…coming；　which；　in　the　elder　

man's　eyes；　seemed　possibly　pleasantly　remote。　　Lady　Veula　alone　

made　no　reference　to　the　future；　she　simply　said；　〃Good…bye；　

Comus；〃　but　her　voice　was　the　kindest　of　all　and　he　responded　with　

a　look　of　gratitude。　　The　weariness　in　her　eyes　was　more　marked　

than　ever　as　she　lay　back　against　the　cushions　of　her　carriage。



〃What　a　tragedy　life　is；〃　she　said；　aloud　to　herself。



Serena　and　Stephen　Thorle　were　the　last　to　leave；　and　Francesca　

stood　alone　for　a　moment　at　the　head　of　the　stairway　watching　Comus　

laughing　and　chatting　as　he　escorted　the　departing　guests　to　the　

door。　　The　ice…wall　was　melting　under　the　influence　of　coming　

separation；　and　never　had　he　looked　more　adorably　handsome　in　her　

eyes；　never　had　his　merry　laugh　and　mischief…loving　gaiety　seemed　

more　infectious　than　on　this　night　of　his　farewell　banquet。　　She　

was　glad　enough　that　he　was　going　away　from　a　life　of　idleness　and　

extravagance　and　temptation；　but　she　began　to　suspect　that　she　

would　miss；　for　a　little　while　at　any　rate；　the　high…spirited　boy　

who　could　be　so　attractive　in　his　better　moods。　　Her　impulse；　after　

the　guests　had　gone；　was　to　call　him　to　her　and　hold　him　once　more　

in　her　arms；　and　repeat　her　wishes　for　his　happiness　and　good…luck　

in　the　land　he　was　going　to；　and　her　promise　of　his　welcome　back；　

some　not　too　distant　day；　to　the　land　he　was　leaving。　　She　wanted　

to　forget；　and　to　make　him　forget；　the　months　of　irritable　jangling　

and　sharp　discussions；　the　months　of　cold　aloofness　and　

indifference　and　to　remember　only　that　he　was　her　own　dear　Comus　as　

in　the　days　of　yore；　before　he　had　grown　from　an　unmanageable　

pickle　into　a　weariful　problem。　　But　she　feared　lest　she　should　

break　down；　and　she　did　not　wish　to　cloud　his　light…hearted　gaiety　

on　the　very　eve　of　his　departure。　　She　watched　him　for　a　moment　as　

he　stood　in　the　hall；　settling　his　tie　before　a　mirror；　and　then　

went　quietly　back　to　her　drawing…room。　　It　had　not　been　a　very　

successful　dinner　party；　and　the　general　effect　it　had　left　on　her　

was　one　of　depression。



Comus；　with　a　lively　musical…comedy　air　on　his　lips；　and　a　look　of　

wretchedness　in　his　eyes；　went　out　to　visit　the　haunts　that　he　was　

leaving　so　soon。







CHAPTER　XV







ELAINE　YOUGHAL　sat　at　lunch　in　the　Speise　Saal　of　one　of　Vienna's　

costlier　hotels。　　The　double…headed　eagle；　with　its　〃K。u。K。〃　

legend；　everywhere　met　the　eye　and　announced　the　imperial　favour　in　

which　the　establishment　basked。　　Some　several　square　yards　of　

yellow　bunting；　charged　with　the　image　of　another　double…headed　

eagle；　floating　from　the　highest　flag…staff　above　the　building；　

betrayed　to　the　initiated　the　fact　that　a　Russian　Grand　Duke　was　

concealed　somewhere　on　the　premises。　　Unannounced　by　heraldic　

symbolism　but　unconcealable　by　reason　of　nature's　own　blazonry；　

were　several　citizens　and　citizenesses　of　the　great　republic　of　the　

Western　world。　　One　or　two　Cobdenite　members　of　the　British　

Parliament　engaged　in　the　useful　task　of　proving　that　the　cost　of　

living　in　Vienna　was　on　an　exorbitant　scale；　flitted　with　

restrained　importance　through　a　land　whose　fatness　they　had　come　to　

spy　out；　every　fancied　over…charge　in　their　bills　was　welcome　as　

providing　another　nail　in　the　coffin　of　their　fiscal　opponents。　　It　

is　the　glory　of　democracies　that　they　may　be　misled　but　never　

driven。　　Here　and　there；　like　brave　deeds　in　a　dust…patterned　

world；　flashed　and　glittered　the　sumptuous　uniforms　of　

representatives　of　the　Austrian　military　caste。　　Also　in　evidence；　

at　discreet　intervals；　were　stray　units　of　the　Semetic　tribe　that　

nineteen　centuries　of　European　neglect　had　been　unable　to　mislay。



Elaine　sitting　with　Courtenay　at　an　elaborately　appointed　luncheon　

table；　gay　with　high　goblets　of　Bohemian　glassware；　was　mistress　of　

three　discoveries。　　First；　to　her　disappointment；　that　if　you　

frequent　the　more　expensive　hotels　of　Europe　you　must　be　prepared　

to　find；　in　whatever　country　you　may　chance　to　be　staying；　a　

depressing　international　likeness　between　them　all。　　Secondly；　to　

her　relief；　that　one　is　not　expected　to　be　sentimentally　amorous　

during　a　modern　honeymoon。　　Thirdly；　rather　to　her　dismay；　that　

Courtenay　Youghal　did　not　necessarily　expect　her　to　be　markedly　

affectionate　in　private。　　Someone　had　described　him；　after　their　

marriage；　as　one　of　Nature's　bachelors；　and　she　began　to　see　how　

aptly　the　description　fitted　him。



〃Will　those　Germans　on　our　left　never　stop　talking？〃　she　asked；　as　

an　undying　flow　of　Teutonic　small　talk　rattled　and　jangled　across　

the　intervening　stretch　of　carpet。　　〃Not　one　of　those　three　women　

has　ceased　talking　for　an　instant　since　we've　been　sitting　here。〃



〃They　will　presently；　if　only　for　a　moment；〃　said　Courtenay；　〃when　

the　dish　you　have　ordered　comes　in　there　will　be　a　deathly　silence　

at　the　next　table。　　No　German　can　see　a　PLAT　brought　in　for　someone　

else　without　being　possessed　with　a　great　fear　that　it　represents　a　

more　toothsome　morsel　or　a　better　money's　worth　than　what　he　has　

ordered　for　himself。〃



The　exuberant　Teutonic　chatter　was　balanced　on　the　other　side　of　

the　room　by　an　even　more　penetrating　conversation　unflaggingly　

maintained　by　a　party　of　Americans；　who　were　sitting　in　judgment　on　

the　cuisine　of　the　country　they　were　passing　through；　and　finding　

few　extenuating　circumstances。



〃What　Mr。　Lonkins　wants　is　a　real　DEEP　cherry　pie；〃　announced　a　

lady　in　a　tone　of　dramatic　and　honest　conviction。



〃Why；　yes；　that　is　so；〃　corroborated　a　gentleman　who　was　apparently　

the　Mr。　Lonkins　in　question；　〃a　real　DEEP　cherry　pie。〃



〃We　had　the　same　trouble　way　back　in　Paris；〃　proclaimed　another　

lady；　〃little　Jerome　and　the　girls　don't　want　to　eat　any　more　CREME　

RENVERSEE。　　I'd　give　anything　if　they　could　get　some　real　cherry　

pie。〃



〃Real　DEEP　cherry　pie；〃　assented　Mr。　Lonkins。



〃Way　down　in　Ohio　we　used　to　have　peach　pie　that　was　real　good；〃　

said　Mrs。　Lonkins；　turning　on　a　tap　of　reminiscence　that　presently　

flowed　to　a　cascade。　　The　subject　of　pies　seemed　to　lend　itself　to　

indefinite　expansion。



〃Do　those　people　think　of　noth