man?”
It was a tenner, to be finnickingly accurate about details, but
Jimmy did not say so. He concluded, rightly, that the memory of the
original five pounds which he had lent Lord Dreever at the Savoy
Hotel had faded from the other’s mind.
“Don’t mention it,” he said.
“But I do mention it,” protested his lordship, shrilly. “It just
proves what I say. If I had had a decent allowance, it wouldn’t have
happened. And you wouldn’t give me enough to set me going in the
diplomatic service. That’s another thing. Why wouldn’t you do that?”
Sir Thomas pulled himself together.
“I hardly thought you qualified, my dear boy–”
His lordship did not actually foam at the mouth, but he looked as if
he might do so at any moment. Excitement and the memory of his
wrongs, lubricated, as it were, by the champagne he had consumed
both at and after dinner, had produced in him a frame of mind far
removed from the normal. His manners no longer had that repose which
stamps the caste of Vere de Vere. He waved his hands:
“I know, I know!” he shouted. “I know you didn’t. You thought me a
fearful fool. I tell you, I’m sick of it. And always trying to make
me marry money! Dashed humiliating! If she hadn’t been a jolly
sensible girl, you’d have spoiled Miss McEachern’s life as well as
mine. You came very near it. I tell you, I’ve had enough of it. I’m
in love. I’m in love with the rippingest girl in England. You’ve
seen her, Pitt, old top. Isn’t she a ripper?”
Jimmy stamped the absent lady with the seal of his approval.
“I tell you, if she’ll have me, I’m going to marry her.”
The dismay written on every inch of Sir Thomas’s countenance became
intensified at these terrific words. Great as had been his contempt
for the actual holder of the title, considered simply as a young
man, he had always been filled with a supreme respect for the
Dreever name.
“But, Spencer,” he almost howled, “consider your position! You
cannot–”
“Can’t I, by Jove! If she’ll have me! And damn my position! What’s
my position got to do with it? Katie’s the daughter of a general, if
it comes to that. Her brother was at college with me. If I’d had a
penny to call my own, I’d have asked her to marry me ages ago. Don’t
you worry about my position!”
Sir Thomas croaked feebly.
“Now, look here,” said his lordship, with determination. “Here’s the
whole thing in a jolly old nutshell. If you want me to forget about
this little flutter in fake diamonds of yours, you’ve got to pull up
your socks, and start in to do things. You’ve got to get me attached
to some embassy for a beginning. It won’t be difficult. There’s
dozens of old boys in London, who knew the governor when he was
alive, who will jump at the chance of doing me a good turn. I know
I’m a bit of an ass in some ways, but that’s expected of you in the
diplomatic service. They only want you to wear evening clothes as if
you were used to them, and be a bit of a flyer at dancing, and I can
fill the bill all right as far as that goes. And you’ve got to give
your jolly old blessing to Katie and me–if she’ll have me. That’s
about all I can think of for the moment. How do we go? Are you on?”
“It’s preposterous,” began Sir Thomas.
Lord Dreever gave the door-handle a rattle.
“It’s a hold-up all right,” said Jimmy, soothingly. “I don’t want to
butt in on a family conclave, but my advice, if asked, would be to
unbelt before the shooting begins. You’ve got something worse than a
pipe pointing at you, now. As regards my position in the business,
don’t worry. My silence is presented gratis. Give me a loving smile,
and my lips are sealed.”
Sir Thomas turned on the speaker.
“As for you–” he cried.
“Never mind about Pitt,” said his lordship. “He’s a dashed good
fellow, Pitt. I wish there were more like him. And he wasn’t