Be under no apprehension," cried Mr.Lavender, much moved; "I can see that you are greatly attached, and even though your husband is a German, he is still a man, and I could never bring myself to separate him from you.""Who are you?" said the young woman in a frightened voice, putting her arm round her husband's waist.
"Just a public man," answered Mr.Lavender.
"I came here from a sense of duty; nothing more, assure you.""Who put you up to it?
"That," said Mr.Lavender, bowing as best he could from the angle he was in, "I am not at liberty to disclose.But, believe me, you have nothing to fear from this visit; I shall never do anything to distress a woman.
And please charge me as if the tooth had been extracted."The young German smiled, and shook his head.
"Sir," he said, "I am grateful to you for coming, for it shows us what danger we are in.The hardest ting to bear has been the uncertainty of our bosition, and the feeling that our friends were working behind our backs.Now we know that this is so we shall vordify our souls to bear the worst.But, tell me," he went on, "when you came here, surely you must have subbosed that to tear me away from my wife would be very bainful to her and to myself.You say now you never could do that, how was it, then, you came?""Ah, sir!" cried Mr.Lavender, running his hands through his hair and staring at the ceiling, "I feared this might seem inconsistent to your logical German mind.But there are many things we public men would never do if we could see them being done.Fortunately, as a rule we cannot.
Believe me, when I leave you I shall do my best to save you from a fate which I perceive to be unnecessary."So saying, he rose from the chair, and, picking up his hat, backed towards the door.
"I will not offer you my hand," he said, "for I am acutely conscious that my position is neither dignified nor decent.I owe you a tooth that Ishall not readily forget.Good-bye!"
And backing through the doorway he made his way down the stairs and out into the street, still emotionalized by the picture of the two young people holding each other by the waist.He had not, however, gone far before reason resumed its sway, and he began to see that the red velvet chair in which he had been sitting was in reality a wireless apparatus reaching to Berlin, or at least concealed a charge of dynamite to blow up some King or Prime Minister; and that the looking-glasses, of which he had noticed two at least, were surely used for signalling to Gothas or Zeppelins.This plunged him into a confusion so poignant that, rather by accident than design, he found himself again at Hampstead instead of at Scotland Yard."In the society of Aurora alone," he thought, "can I free myself from the goadings of conscience, for it was she who sent me on that errand." And, instead of going in, he took up a position on his lawn whence he could attract her attention by waving his arms.He had been doing this for some time, to the delight of Blink, who thought it a new game, before he saw her in her nurse's dress coming out of a French-window with her yellow book in her hand.Redoubling his efforts till he had arrested her attention, he went up to the privet hedge, and said, in a deep and melancholy voice:
"Aurora, I have failed in my duty, and the errand on which you sent me is unfulfilled.Mrs.Pullbody's sister's husband's sister's husband is still, largely speaking, at large.""I knew he would be," replied the young lady, with her joyous smile that's why I put her on to you--the cat!"At a loss to understand her meaning, Mr.Lavender, who had bent forward above the hedge in his eagerness to explain, lost his balance, and, endeavouring to save the hedge, fell over into some geranium pots.
"Dear Don Pickwixote," cried the young lady, assisting him to rise, "have you hurt your nose?""It is not that," said Mr.Lavender, removing some mould from his hair, and stifling the attentions of Blink; "but rather my honour, for I have allowed my duty to my country to be overridden by the common emotion of pity.""Hurrah!" cried the young lady."It'll do you ever so much good.""Aurora!" cried Mr.Lavender aghast, walking at her side.But the young lady only uttered her enchanting laugh.
"Come and lie down in the hammock!" she said you're looking like a ghost.
I'll cover you up with a rug, and smoke a cigarette to keep the midges off you.Tuck up your legs; that's right!""No!" said Mr.Lavender from the recesses of the hammock, feeling his nose, "let the bidges bide me.I deserve they should devour me alive.
"All right," said the young lady."But have a nap, anyway! "And sitting down in a low chair, she opened her book and lit a cigarette.
Mr.Lavender remained silent, watching her with the eyes of an acolyte, and wondering whether he was in his senses to have alighted on so rare a fortune.Nor was it long before he fell into a hypnotic doze.
How long Mr.Lavender had been asleep he could not of course tell before he dreamed that he was caught in a net, the meshes of which were formed of the cries of newspaper boys announcing atrocities by land and sea.He awoke looking into the eyes of Aurora, who, to still his struggles, had taken hold of his ankles.
"My goodness! You are thin were the first words he heard."No wonder you're lightheaded."Mr.Lavender, whose returning chivalry struggled with unconscious delight, murmured with difficulty:
"Let me go, let me go; it is too heavenly!
"Well, have you finished kicking?" asked the young lady.
"Yes," returned Mr.Lavender in a fainting voice----" alas!"The young lady let go of his ankles, and, aiding him to rise from the hammock, said: " I know what's the matter with you now--you're starving yourself.You ought to be kept on your back for three months at least, and fed on butter."Mr.Lavender, soothing the feelings of Blink, who, at his struggles, had begun to pant deeply, answered with watering lips:
