They were silent for a minute or two, while each was occupied with his own thoughts.
'You saw him after Lucy broke off the engagement,' said Julia, presently. 'Was he very wretched?'
'He never said a word. I wanted to comfort him, but he never gave me a chance. He never even mentioned Lucy's name.'
'Did he seem unhappy?'
'No. He was just the same as ever, impassive and collected.'
'Really, he's inhuman,' exclaimed Julia impatiently.
'He's an anomaly in this juvenile century,' Dick agreed. 'He's an ancient Roman who buys his clothes in Savile Row.'
'Then he's very much in the way in England, and it's much better that he should go back to Africa.'
'I suppose it is. Here he reminds one of an eagle caged with a colony of canaries.'
Julia looked at her husband reflectively.
'I think you're the only friend who has stuck to him,' she said.
'I wouldn't put it in that way. After all, I'm the only friend he ever had. It was not unnatural that a number of acquaintances should drop him when he got into hot water.'
'It must have been a great help to find someone who believed in him notwithstanding everything.'
'I'm afraid it sounds very immoral, but whatever his crimes were, I should never like Alec less. You see, he's been so awfully good and kind to me, I can look on with fortitude while he plays football with the Ten Commandments.'
Julia's emotions were always sudden, and the tears came to her eyes as she answered.
'I'm really beginning to think you a perfect angel, Dick.'
'Don't say that,' he retorted quickly. 'It makes me feel so middle-aged. I'd much sooner be a young sinner than an elderly cherub.'
Smiling, she stretched out her hand, and he held it for a moment.
'You know, though I can't help liking you, I don't in the least approve of you.'
'Good heavens, why not?' he cried.
'Well, I was brought up to believe that a man should work, and you're disgracefully idle.'
'Good heavens, to marry an American wife is the most arduous profession in the world,' he cried. 'One has to combine the energy of the Universal Provider with the patience of an ambassador at the Sublime Porte.'
'You foolish creature,' she laughed.
But her thoughts immediately reverted to Lucy. Her pallid, melancholy face still lingered in Julia's memory, and her heart was touched by the hopeless woe that dwelt in her beautiful eyes.
'I suppose there's no doubt that those stories about Alec MacKenzie were true?' she said, thoughtfully.
Dick gave her a quick glance. He wondered what was in her mind.
'I'll tell you what I think,' he said. 'Anyone who knows Alec as well as I do must be convinced that he did nothing from motives that were mean and paltry. To accuse him of cowardice is absurd--he's the bravest man I've ever known--and it's equally absurd to accuse him of weakness. But what I do think is this: Alec is not the man to stick at half measures, and he's taken desperately to heart the maxim which says that he who desires an end desires the means also. I think he might be very ruthless, and on occasion he might be stern to the verge of brutality. Reading between the lines of those letters that Macinnery sent to the
'If that were so why didn't he say it outright?'
'Do you think it would have made things any better? The British public is sentimental; they will not understand that in warfare it is necessary sometimes to be inhuman. And how would it have served him with Lucy if he had confessed that he had used George callously as a pawn in his game that must be sacrificed to win some greater advantage?'
'It's all very horrible,' shuddered Julia.
'And so far as the public goes, events have shown that he was right to keep silence. The agitation against him died down for want of matter, and though he is vaguely discredited, nothing is proved definitely against him. Public opinion is very fickle, and already people are beginning to forget, and as they forget they will think they have misjudged him. When it is announced that he has given his services to the King of the Belgians, ten to one there will be a reaction in his favour.'
They got up from luncheon, and coffee was served to them. They lit their cigarettes. For some time they were silent.
'Lucy wants to see him before he goes,' said Julia suddenly.
Dick looked at her and gave an impatient shrug of the shoulders.
'I suppose she wants to indulge a truly feminine passion for making scenes. She's made Alec quite wretched enough already.'
'Don't be unkind to her, Dick,' said Julia, tears welling up in her bright eyes. 'You don't know how desperately unhappy she is. My heart bled to see her this morning.'
