The Outcry: -1911

'Yes,' he returned, so well he remembered, 'she was about as civil to me then—picking a quarrel with me on such a trumped-up ground!—as that devil of a fellow in the newspaper; the taste of whose elegant remarks, for that matter, she must now altogether enjoy!'

His good friend showily balanced and might have been about to reply with weight; but what she in fact brought out was only: 'I see you're right about it: I must let her speak for herself.'

'That I shall greatly prefer to her speaking—as she did so extraordinarily, out of the blue, at Dedborough, upon my honour—for the wonderful friends she picks up: the picture-man introduced by her (what was his name?) who regularly 'cheeked' me, as I suppose he'd call it, in my own house, and whom I hope, by the way, that under this roof she's not able to be quite so thick with!'

If Lady Sandgate winced at that vain dream she managed not to betray it, and she had, in any embarrassment on this matter, the support, as we know, of her own tried policy. 'She leads her life under this roof very much as under yours; and she's not of an age, remember, for me to pretend either to watch her movements or to control her contacts.' Leaving him however thus to perform his pleasure the charming woman had before she went an abrupt change of tone. 'Whatever your relations with others, dear friend, don't forget that I'm still here.'

Lord Theign accepted the reminder, though, the circumstances being such, it scarce moved him to ecstasy. 'That you're here, thank heaven, is of course a comfort—or would be if you understood.'

'Ah,' she submissively sighed, 'if I don't always 'understand' a spirit so much higher than mine and a situation so much more complicated, certainly, I at least always defer, I at least always—well, what can I say but worship?' And then as he remained not other than finely passive, 'The old altar, Theign,' she went on—'and a spark of the old fire!'

He had not looked at her on this—it was as if he shrank, with his preoccupations, from a tender passage; but he let her take his left hand. 'So I feel!' he was, however, kind enough to answer.

'Do feel!' she returned with much concentration. She raised the hand to her pressed lips, dropped it and with a rich 'Good-bye!' reached the threshold of the other room.

'May I smoke?' he asked before she had disappeared.

'Dear, yes!'

He had meanwhile taken out his cigarette case and was looking about for a match. But something else occurred to him. 'You must come to Victoria.'

'Rather!' she said with intensity; and with that she passed away.

VI

Left alone he had a moment's meditation where he stood; it found issue in an articulate 'Poor dear thing!'—an exclamation marked at once with patience and impatience, with resignation and ridicule. After which, waiting for his daughter, Lord Theign slowly and absently roamed, finding matches at last and lighting his cigarette—all with an air of concern that had settled on him more heavily from the moment of his finding himself alone. His luxury of gloom— if gloom it was—dropped, however, on his taking heed of Lady Grace, who, arriving on the scene through the other room, had had just time to stand and watch him in silence.

'Oh!' he jerked out at sight of her—which she had to content herself with as a parental greeting after separation, his next words doing little to qualify its dryness. 'I take it for granted that you know I'm within a couple of hours of leaving England under a necessity of health.' And then as drawing nearer, she signified without speaking her possession of this fact: 'I've thought accordingly that before I go I should—on this first possible occasion since that odious occurrence at Dedborough—like to leave you a little more food for meditation, in my absence, on the painfully false position in which you there placed me.' He carried himself restlessly even perhaps with a shade of awkwardness, to which her stillness was a contrast; she just waited, wholly passive—possibly indeed a trifle portentous. 'If you had plotted and planned it in advance,' he none the less firmly pursued, 'if you had acted from some uncanny or malignant motive, you couldn't have arranged more perfectly to incommode, to disconcert and, to all intents and purposes, make light of me and insult me.' Even before this charge she made no sign; with her eyes now attached to the ground she let him proceed. 'I had practically guaranteed to our excellent, our charming friend, your favourable view of his appeal—which you yourself too, remember, had left him in so little doubt of!—so that, having by your performance so egregiously failed him, I have the pleasure of their coming down on me for explanations, for compensations, and for God knows what besides.'

Lady Grace, looking up at last, left him in no doubt of the rigour of her attention. 'I'm sorry indeed, father, to have done you any wrong; but may I ask whom, in such a connection, you refer to as 'they'?'

''They'?' he echoed in the manner of a man who has had handed back to his more careful eye, across the counter, some questionable coin that he has tried to pass. 'Why, your own sister to begin with—whose interest in what may make for your happiness I suppose you decently recognise; and his people, one and all, the delightful old Duchess in particular, who only wanted to be charming to you, and who are as good people, and as pleasant and as clever, damn it, when all's said and done, as any others that are likely to come your way.' It clearly did his lordship good to work out thus his case, which grew more and more coherent to him and glowed with irresistible colour. 'Letting alone gallant John himself, most amiable of men, about whose merits and whose claims you appear to have pretended to agree with me just that you might, when he presumed, poor chap, ardently to urge them, deal him with the more cruel effect that calculated blow on the mouth!'

It was clear that in the girl's great gravity embarrassment had no share. 'They so come down on you I understand then, father, that you're obliged to come down on me?'

'Assuredly—for some better satisfaction than your just moping here without a sign!'

'But a sign of what, father?' she asked—as helpless as a lone islander scanning the horizon for a sail.

'Of your appreciating, of your in some degree dutifully considering, the predicament into which you've put me!'

'Hasn't it occurred to you in the least that you've rather put me into one?'

He threw back his head as from exasperated nerves. 'I put you certainly in the predicament of your receiving by my care a handsome settlement in life—which all the elements that would make for your enjoying it had every appearance of successfully commending to you.' The perfect readiness of which on his lips had, like a higher wave, the virtue of lifting and dropping him to still more tangible ground. 'And if I understand you aright as wishing to know whether I apologise for that zeal, why you take a most preposterous view of our relation as father and daughter.'

'You understand me no better than I fear I understand you,' Lady Grace returned, 'if what you expect of me is really to take back my words to Lord John.' And then as he didn't answer, while their breach gaped like a jostled