The Outcry: -1911

Hugh Crimble went over and looked. 'Why, don't you know? It's a jolly little Vandermeer of Delft.'

'It's not a base imitation?'

He looked again, but appeared at a loss. 'An imitation of Vandermeer?'

'Mr. Bender thinks of Cuyp.'

It made the young man ring out: 'Then Mr. Bender's doubly dangerous!'

'Singly is enough!' Lady Grace laughed. 'But you see you have to speak.'

'Oh, to him, rather, after that—if you'll just take me to him.'

'Yes then,' she said; but even while she spoke Lord John, who had returned, by the terrace, from his quarter of an hour passed with Lady Imber, was there practically between them; a fact that she had to notice for her other visitor, to whom she was hastily reduced to naming him.

His lordship eagerly made the most of this tribute of her attention, which had reached his ear; he treated it— her 'Oh Lord John!'—as a direct greeting. 'Ah Lady Grace! I came back particularly to find you.'

She could but explain her predicament. 'I was taking Mr. Crimble to see the pictures.' And then more pointedly, as her manner had been virtually an introduction of that gentleman, an introduction which Lord John's mere noncommittal stare was as little as possible a response to: 'Mr. Crimble's one of the quite new connoisseurs.'

'Oh, I'm at the very lowest round of the ladder. But I aspire!' Hugh laughed.

'You'll mount!' said Lady Grace with friendly confidence.

He took it again with gay deprecation. 'Ah, if by that time there's anything left here to mount on! '

'Let us hope there will be at least what Mr. Bender, poor man, won't have been able to carry off.' To which Lady Grace added, as to strike a helpful spark from the personage who had just joined them, but who had the air of wishing to preserve his detachment: 'It's to Lord John that we owe Mr. Bender's acquaintance.'

Hugh looked at the gentleman to whom they were so indebted. 'Then do you happen to know, sir, what your friend means to do with his spoil?'

The question got itself but dryly treated, as if it might be a commercially calculating or interested one. 'Oh, not sell it again.'

'Then ship it to New York?' the inquirer pursued, defining himself somehow as not snubbed and, from this point, not snubbable.

That appearance failed none the less to deprive Lord John of a betrayed relish for being able to displease Lady Grace's odd guest by large assent. 'As fast as ever he can—and you can land things there now, can't you? in three or four days.'

'I dare say. But can't he be induced to have a little mercy?' Hugh sturdily pursued.

Lord John pushed out his lips. 'A 'little'? How much do you want?'

'Well, one wants to be able somehow to stay his hand.'

'I doubt if you can any more stay Mr. Bender's hand than you can empty his purse.'

'Ah, the Despoilers!' said Crimble with strong expression. 'But it's we,' he added, 'who are base.'

''Base'?'—and Lord John's surprise was apparently genuine.

'To want only to 'do business,' I mean, with our treasures, with our glories.'

Hugh's words exhaled such a sense of peril as to draw at once Lady Grace. 'Ah, but if we're above that here, as you know———!'

He stood smilingly corrected and contrite. 'Of course I know—but you must forgive me if I have it on the brain. And show me first of all, won't you? the Moretto of Brescia.'

'You know then about the Moretto of Brescia?'

'Why, didn't you tell me yourself?' It went on between them for the moment quite as if there had been no Lord John.

'Probably, yes,' she recalled; 'so how I must have swaggered!' After which she turned to the other visitor with a kindness strained clear of urgency. 'Will you also come?'

He confessed to a difficulty—which his whole face begged her also to take account of. 'I hoped you'd be at leisure—for something I've so at heart!'

This had its effect; she took a rapid decision and turned persuasively to Crimble—for whom, in like manner, there must have been something in her face. 'Let Mr. Bender himself then show you. And there are things in the library too.'

'Oh yes, there are things in the library.' Lord John, happy in his gained advantage and addressing Hugh from the strong ground of an initiation already complete, quite sped him on the way.

Hugh clearly made no attempt to veil the penetration with which he was moved to look from one of these counsellors to the other, though with a ready 'Thank-you!' for Lady Grace he the next instant started in pursuit of Mr. Bender.

V

'Your friend seems remarkably hot!' Lord John remarked to his young hostess as soon as they had been left together.

'He has cycled twenty miles. And indeed,' she smiled, 'he does appear to care for what he cares for!'