the same myself. You are an individualist. You think there is something tremendous just round the corner and that you can get it if you try hard enough. There isn't--or if there is it isn't worth getting. Life is nothing but a mutual aid association. I am going to help old Peters--you are going to help me--I am going to help you.'
'Help me to do what?'
'Make life coherent instead of a jumble.'
'Mr. Marson---'
'Don't call me Mr. Marson.'
'Ashe, you don't know what you are doing. You don't know me. I've been knocking about the world for five years and I'm hard--hard right through. I should make you wretched.'
'You are not in the least hard--and you know it. Listen to me, Joan. Where's your sense of fairness? You crash into my life, turn it upside down, dig me out of my quiet groove, revolutionize my whole existence; and now you propose to drop me and pay no further attention to me. Is it fair?'
'But I don't. We shall always be the best of friends.'
'We shall--but we will get married first.'
'You are determined?'
'I am!'
Joan laughed happily.
'How perfectly splendid! I was terrified lest I might have made you change your mind. I had to say all I did to preserve my self-respect after proposing to you. Yes; I did. How strange it is that men never seem to understand a woman, however plainly she talks! You don't think I was really worrying because I had lost Aline, do you? I thought I was going to lose you, and it made me miserable. You couldn't expect me to say it in so many words; but I thought--I was hoping--you guessed. I practically said it. Ashe! What are you doing?'
Ashe paused for a moment to reply.
'I am kissing you,' he said.
'But you mustn't! There's a scullery maid or somebody looking through the kitchen window. She will see us.'
Ashe drew her to him.
'Scullery maids have few pleasures,' he said. 'Theirs is a dull life. Let her see us.'
CHAPTER XII
The Earl of Emsworth sat by the sick bed and regarded the Honorable Freddie almost tenderly.
'I fear, Freddie, my dear boy, this has been a great shock to you.'
'Eh? What? Yes--rather! Deuce of a shock, gov'nor.'
'I have been thinking it over, my boy, and perhaps I have been a little hard on you. When your ankle is better I have decided to renew your allowance; and you may return to London, as you do not seem happy in the country. Though how any reasonable being can prefer--'
The Honorable Freddie started, pop-eyed, to a sitting posture.
'My word! Not really?'
His father nodded.
'I say, gov'nor, you really are a topper! You really are, you know! I know just how you feel about the country and the jolly old birds and trees and chasing the bally slugs off the young geraniums and all that sort of thing, but somehow it's never quite hit me the same way. It's the way I'm built, I suppose. I like asphalt streets and crowds and dodging taxis and meeting chappies at the club and popping in at the Empire for half an hour and so forth. And there's something about having an allowance--I don't know... sort of makes you chuck your chest out and feel you're someone. I don't know how to thank you, gov'nor! You're--you're an absolute sportsman! This is the most priceless bit of work you've ever done. I feel like a two-year-old. I don't know when I've felt so braced. I--I--really, you know, gov'nor, I'm most awfully grateful.'
'Exactly,' said Lord Emsworth. 'Ah--precisely. But, Freddie, my boy,' he added, not without pathos, 'there is just one thing more. Do you think that--with an effort--for my sake--you could endeavor this time not to make a--a damned fool of yourself?'
He eyed his offspring wistfully.
'Gov'nor,' said the Honorable Freddie firmly, 'I'll have a jolly good stab at it!'
The End
