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第15章 CHAPTER IV(2)

A lean, elderly man in a sort of guard's uniform hobbled obsequiously before them down the platform, opened to them a first-class compartment with a low bow and a deprecatory wave of the hand, and then impressively locked the door upon them. "The engine will be the other way, my Lord, after you leave Cannon Street," he remarked through the open window, with earnest deference. "Are there any of your bags that you want in the compartment with you?"Plowden had nodded to the first remark. He shook his head at the second. The elderly man at this, with still another bow, flapped out a green flag which he had been holding furled behind his back, and extended it at arm's length. The train began slowly to move.

Mr. Thorpe reflected to himself that the peerage was by no means so played-out an institution as some people imagined.

"Ho-ho!" the younger man sighed a yawn, as he tossed his hat into the rack above his head. "We shall both be the better for some pure air. London quite does me up.

And you--you've been sticking at it months on end, haven't you? You look rather fagged--or at all events you did yesterday. You've smartened yourself so--without your beard--that I can't say I'd notice it to-day.

But I take it every sensible person is glad to get away from London.""Except for an odd Sunday, now and then, I haven't put my nose outside London since I landed here." Thorpe rose as he spoke, to deposit his hat also in the rack.

He noted with a kind of chagrin that his companion's was an ordinary low black bowler. "I can tell you, I SHALLbe glad of the change. I would have bought the tickets,"he went on, giving words at random to the thought which he found fixed on the surface of his mind, "if I'd only known what our station was."Plowden waved his hand, and the gesture seemed to dismiss the subject. He took a cigar case from his pocket, and offered it to Thorpe.

"It was lucky, my not missing the train altogether,"he said, as they lighted their cigars. "I was up late last night--turned out late this morning, been late all day, somehow--couldn't catch up with the clock for the life of me.

Your statement to me last night--you know it rather upset me."The other smiled. "Well, I guess I know something about that feeling myself. Why, I've been buzzing about today like a hen with her head cut off. But it's fun, though, aint it, eh? Just to happen to remember every once in a while, you know, that it's all true! But of course it means a thousand times more to me than it does to you."The train had come to a stop inside the gloomy, domed cavern of Cannon Street. Many men in silk hats crowded to and fro on the platform, and a number of them shook the handle of the locked door. There was an effect of curses in the sound of their remarks which came through the closed window.

Mr. Thorpe could not quite restrain the impulse to grin at them.

"Ah, that's where you mistake," said Plowden, contemplating the mouthful of smoke he slowly blew forth.

"My dear man, you can't imagine anybody to whom it would mean more than it does to me--I hope none of those fellows have a key. They're an awful bore on this train.

I almost never go by it, for that reason. Ah, thank God we're off!--But as I was saying, this thing makes a greater difference to me than you can think of. I couldn't sleep last night--I give you my word--the thing upset me so.

I take it you--you have never had much money before;that is, you know from experience what poverty is?"Thorpe nodded with eloquent gravity.

"Well--but you"--the other began, and then paused.

"What I mean is," he resumed, "you were never, at any rate, responsible to anybody but yourself. If you had only a sovereign a day, or a sovereign a week, for that matter, you could accommodate yourself to the requirements of the situation. I don't mean that you would enjoy it any more than I should--but at least it was open to you to do it, without attracting much attention.

But with me placed in my ridiculous position--poverty has been the most unbearable torture one can imagine.

You see, there is no way in which I can earn a penny.

I had to leave the Army when I was twenty-three--the other fellows all had plenty of money to spend, and it was impossible for me to drag along with a title and an empty pocket. I daresay that I ought to have stuck to it, because it isn't nearly so bad now, but twelve years ago it was too cruel for any youngster who had any pride about him--and, of course, my father having made rather a name in the Army, that made it so much harder for me.

And after that, what was there? Of course, the bar and medicine and engineering and those things were out of the question, in those days at least. The Church?--that was more so still.

I had a try at politics--but you need money there as much as anywhere else--money or big family connections.

I voted in practically every division for four years, and I made the rottenest speeches you ever heard of at Primrose League meetings in small places, and after all that the best thing the whips could offer me was a billet in India at four hundred a year, and even that you took in depreciated rupees. When I tried to talk about something at home, they practically laughed in my face.

I had no leverage upon them whatever. They didn't care in the least whether I came up and voted or stopped at home.

Their majority was ten to one just the same--yes, twenty to one. So that door was shut in my face. I've never been inside the House since--except once to show it to an American lady last summer--but when I do go again I rather fancy"--he stopped for an instant, and nodded his handsome head significantly--"I rather fancy I shall turn up on the other side.""I'm a Liberal myself, in English politics," interposed Thorpe.

Plowden seemed not to perceive the connection. They had left London Bridge behind, and he put his feet up on the cushions, and leant back comfortably. "Of course there was the City,"he went on, speaking diagonally across to his companion, between leisurely intervals of absorption in his cigar.

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