MAKES A MISTAKE, AND MEETS A MOON-CAT
The old lady, whose name was Sinkin, and whose interest in Mr.Lavender had become so deep, lived in a castle in Frognal; and with her lived her young nephew, a boy of forty-five, indissolubly connected with the Board of Guardians.It was entirely due to her representations that he presented himself at Mr.Lavender's on the following day, and, sending in his card, was admitted to our hero's presence.
Mr.Lavender, pale and stiff, was sitting in his study, with Blink on his feet, reading a speech.
"Excuse my getting up, sir," he said; "and pray be seated."The nephew, who had a sleepy, hairless face and little Chinese eyes, bowed, and sitting down, stared at Mr.Lavender with a certain embarrassment.
"I have come," he said at last, "to ask you a few questions on behalf of----""By all means," said Mr.Lavender, perceiving at once that he was being interviewed."I shall be most happy to give you my views.Please take a cigarette, for I believe that is usual.I myself do not smoke.If it is the human touch you want, you may like to know that I gave it up when that appeal in your contemporary flooded the trenches with cigarettes and undermined the nerves of our heroes.By setting an example of abstinence, and at the same time releasing more tobacco for our men, I felt that I was but doing my duty.Please don't mention that, though.
And while we are on the personal note, which I sincerely deprecate, you might like to stroll round the room and look at the portrait of my father, behind the door, and of my mother, over the fireplace.Forgive my not accompanying you.The fact is--this is an interesting touch--Ihave always been rather subject to lumbago." And seeing the nephew Sinkin, who had risen to his suggestion, standing somewhat irresolutely in front of him, he added: "Perhaps you would like to look a little more closely at my eyes.Every now and then they flash with an almost uncanny insight." For by now he had quite forgotten his modesty in the identification he felt with the journal which was interviewing him."I am fifty-eight, " he added quickly; "but I do not look my years, though my hair, still thick and full of vigour, is prematurely white--so often the case with men whose brains are.continually on the stretch.The little home, far from grandiose, which forms the background to this most interesting personality is embowered in trees.Cats have made their mark on its lawns, and its owner's love of animals was sharply illustrated by the sheep-dog which lay on his feet clad in Turkish slippers.Get up, Blink!"Blink, disturbed by the motion of her master's feet, rose and gazed long into his face.
"Look!" said Mr.Lavender," she has the most beautiful eyes in the world."At this remark, which appeared to him no saner than the others he had heard--so utterly did he misjudge Mr.Lavender's character--the nephew put down the notebook he had taken out of his pocket, and said:
"Has there ever been anything--er--remarkable about your family?""Indeed, yes," said Mr.Lavender.Born of poor but lofty parentage in the city of Rochester, my father made his living as a publisher; my mother was a true daughter of the bards, the scion of a stock tracing its decent from the Druids; her name was originally Jones.""Ah!" said the nephew Sinkin, writing.
"She has often told me at her knee," continued Mr.Lavender, "that there was a strong vein of patriotism in her family.""She did not die--in--in----"
"No, indeed," interrupted Mr.Lavender; she is still living there.""Ah!" said the nephew."And your brothers and sisters?""One of my brothers," replied Mr.Lavender, with pardonable pride, "is the editor of Cud Bits.The other is a clergyman.""Eccentric," murmured the nephew absently."Tell me, Mr.Lavender, do you find your work a great strain? Does it----" and he touched the top of his head, covered with moist black hair.
Mr.Lavender sighed."At a time like this," he said, "we must all be prepared to sacrifice our health.No public man, as you know, can call his head his own for a moment.I should count myself singularly lacking if I stopped to consider--er--such a consideration."Consider--er--such a consideration," repeated the nephew, jotting it down.
"He carries on," murmured Mr.Lavender, once more identifying himself with the journal, "grappling with the intricacies of this enormous problem; happy in the thought that nothing--not even reason itself--is too precious to sacrifice on the altar of his duty to his country.The public may rest confident in the knowledge that he will so carry on till they carry him out on his shield." And aware subconsciously that the interview could go no further than that phrase, Mr.Lavender was silent, gazing up with rather startled eyes.
"I see," said the nephew; "I am very much obliged to you.Is your dog safe?" For Blink had begun to growl in a low and uneasy manner.
"The gentlest creature in the world," replied Lavender, "and the most sociable.I sometimes think," he went on in a changed voice, "that we have all gone mad, and that animals alone retain the sweet reasonableness which used to be esteemed a virtue in human society.Don't take that down," he added quickly, "we are all subject to moments of weakness.It was just an 'obiter dictum'.""Make your mind easy," said the nephew, rising, "it does not serve my purpose.Just one thing, Mr.Lavender."At this moment Blink, whose instinct had long been aware of some sinister purpose in this tall and heavy man, whose trousers did not smell of dogs, seeing him approach too near, bit him gently in the calf.
The nephew started back."She's bitten me!" he said, in a hushed voice.
"My God!" ejaculated Mr.Lavender and falling back again, so stiff was he."Is it possible? There must be some good reason.Blink!"Blink wagged her little tail, thrust her nose into his hand, removed it, and growled again.
