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Lord John rejoicingly approved. | No speaker | nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the | at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady | made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish | last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, | unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly | in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that | known them to dig much deeper.” “I’ve had _no_ experience of such horrid attacks, thank goodness; but do you mean to say,” asked Lord John with the surprise of his own delicacy, “that you don’t unpleasantly feel it?” “Feel it where, my dear sir?” “Why, God bless me, such impertinence, everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it | for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.”<|quote|>Lord John rejoicingly approved.</|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of | The Outcry |
“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” | Lord John | bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other | simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. | fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or | delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with | what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I | first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the | much deeper.” “I’ve had _no_ experience of such horrid attacks, thank goodness; but do you mean to say,” asked Lord John with the surprise of his own delicacy, “that you don’t unpleasantly feel it?” “Feel it where, my dear sir?” “Why, God bless me, such impertinence, everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened | and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved.<|quote|>“Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. | No speaker | the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s | approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush | the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, | “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and | pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other | “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have | attacks, thank goodness; but do you mean to say,” asked Lord John with the surprise of his own delicacy, “that you don’t unpleasantly feel it?” “Feel it where, my dear sir?” “Why, God bless me, such impertinence, everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As | explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.</|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. | The Outcry |
“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” | Lady Sandgate | hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call | Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” | with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you | first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if | peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I | judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar | Lord John with the surprise of his own delicacy, “that you don’t unpleasantly feel it?” “Feel it where, my dear sir?” “Why, God bless me, such impertinence, everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a | “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note.<|quote|>“But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”</|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the | The Outcry |
“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” | Bender | hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can | it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one | _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to | “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. | exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” | Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have | it?” “Feel it where, my dear sir?” “Why, God bless me, such impertinence, everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than | question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?”<|quote|>“It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender said; | No speaker | a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a | “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak | in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. | daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute | friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly | his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady | me, such impertinence, everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if | to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender said;</|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of | The Outcry |
“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” | Bender | Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to | I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his | Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me | made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- | to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, | the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, | everywhere!” “All over me at once?” --Mr. Bender took refuge in easy humour. “Well, I’m a large man--so when I want to feel so much I look out for something good. But what, if he suffers from the blot on his ermine--ain’t that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in | of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said;<|quote|>“you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”</|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a | The Outcry |
“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” | Theign | propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance | a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly | a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to | outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance | you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our | such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. | that what you wear?--does our friend propose to do about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid | have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.”<|quote|>“You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to | The Outcry |
his lordship replied, | No speaker | to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross | them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my | can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to | John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly | will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows | certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then | about it?” Lord John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it | as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>his lordship replied,</|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for | The Outcry |
“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” | Theign | Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a | allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to | a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course | “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be | delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack | a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in | John had a demur, which was immediately followed by the apprehension of support in his uncertainty. Lady Sandgate was before them, having reached them through the other room, and to her he at once referred the question. “What _will_ Theign propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in | if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied,<|quote|>“the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”</|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. | The Outcry |
It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. | No speaker | can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve | rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel | allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no | one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, | dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed | his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the | propose, do you think, Lady Sandgate, to do about it?” She breathed both her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” | to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.”<|quote|>It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.</|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted | The Outcry |
“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” | Bender | justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published | Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ | a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable | from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you | at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. | for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there | her hospitality and her vagueness. “To ‘do’----?” “Don’t you know about the thing in the ‘Journal’--awfully offensive all round?” “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender | fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks.<|quote|>“You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”</|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all | The Outcry |
“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” | Theign | your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of | feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” | definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess | me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” | taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And | from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed | “There’d be even a little pinch for _you_ in it,” Mr. Bender said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept | conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?”<|quote|>“Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”</|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it | The Outcry |
Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- | No speaker | ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the | you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of | yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare | to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, | an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you | flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at | said to her-- “if you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much | touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!”<|quote|>Lord Theign coldly laughed,--</|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. | The Outcry |
“of course I trace the connection!” | Theign | publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility | as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade | a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, | “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, | outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. | was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as | you were bent on fitting the shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a | house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,--<|quote|>“of course I trace the connection!”</|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” | The Outcry |
Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. | No speaker | course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite | Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a | a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of | myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big | the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and | being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it | shoe!” Well, she met it all as gaily as was compatible with a firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord | me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!”<|quote|>Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.</|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it | The Outcry |
“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” | Bender | no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ | of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, | I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. | used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at | treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have | this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the | firm look at her elder guest while she took her place with them. “Oh, the shoes of such monsters as that are much too big for poor _me!_” But she was more specific for Lord John. “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened | He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the | The Outcry |
“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” | Lady Sandgate | to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons | guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; | connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I | Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender | Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a | friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very | “I know only what Grace has just told me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his | he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”<|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; | No speaker | not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were | I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t | him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, | stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to | real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she | a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the | me; but since it’s a question of footgear dear Theign will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he | others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;</|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, | The Outcry |
“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” | Lady Sandgate | of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in | Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, | quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. | I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And | But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything | he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” | will certainly--what you may call--take his stand!” Lord John welcomed this assurance. “If I know him he’ll take it splendidly!” Mr. Bender’s attention was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, | he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted;<|quote|>“and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. | No speaker | to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble | your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to | any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at | Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived | to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of | I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, | was genial, though rather more detached. “And what--while he’s about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may | --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.</|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano | The Outcry |
“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” | Bender | in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign | friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big | “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said | connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, | measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my | more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of | about it--will he take it particularly _on?_” “Oh, we’ve plenty of things, thank heaven,” said Lady Sandgate, “for a man in Theign’s position to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, | set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage.<|quote|>“Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”</|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all | The Outcry |
“I’ll forgive you,” | Theign | the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all | big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like | a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I | a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have | the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t | Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people | to hold fast by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed | rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!”<|quote|>“I’ll forgive you,”</|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one | The Outcry |
Lord Theign civilly returned, | No speaker | the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you | understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand | it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s | thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t | origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture | first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And | by!” Lord John freely confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the | can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,”<|quote|>Lord Theign civilly returned,</|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more | The Outcry |
“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” | Theign | you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to | of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you | that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all | growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but | report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on | “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. | confirmed it. “Scores and scores--rather! And I will say for us that, with the rotten way things seem going, the fact may soon become a real convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for | whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned,<|quote|>“all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. | No speaker | to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted | pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” | knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once | Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the | to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord | so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind | convenience.” Mr. Bender seemed struck--and not unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to | way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.</|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, | The Outcry |
“But that’s what you wanted to do before.” | Bender | Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- | dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s | about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added | reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still | wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a | rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let | unsympathetic. “I see that your system would be rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to | the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow.<|quote|>“But that’s what you wanted to do before.”</|quote|>“Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady | The Outcry |
“Pardon me,” | Theign | you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make | to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you | of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all | if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet | about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. | particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. | rather a fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve | than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.”<|quote|>“Pardon me,”</|quote|>said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once | The Outcry |
said his lordship-- | No speaker | to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s | “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to | eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t | were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she | detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like | Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s | fraud if you hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four | rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,”<|quote|>said his lordship--</|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” | The Outcry |
“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” | Theign | “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And | you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed | you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, | of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, | hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender | arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took | hadn’t pretty well fixed _that!_” Lady Sandgate spoke as one at present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at | and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship--<|quote|>“I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”</|quote|>The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign | The Outcry |
The mystification, however, continued. | No speaker | you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you | make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived | if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar | to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have | ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through | If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. | present none the less substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in | inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.”<|quote|>The mystification, however, continued.</|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high | The Outcry |
“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” | Bender | do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, | what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that | _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. | friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in | publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering | _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as | substantially warned and convinced. “It doesn’t, however, alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then | minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued.<|quote|>“And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”</|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As | The Outcry |
Lord Theign waived cross-questions. | No speaker | were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all | mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, | shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our | upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, | I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as | simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly | alter the fact that we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I | mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?”<|quote|>Lord Theign waived cross-questions.</|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right | The Outcry |
“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” | Theign | then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, | you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” | to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she | I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. | Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped | the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on | we’ve thus in our ears the first growl of an outcry.” “Ah,” Lord John concurred, “we’ve unmistakably the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” | afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions.<|quote|>“Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”</|quote|>he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as | The Outcry |
he added with all authority, | No speaker | and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” | concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” | do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability | the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my | quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as | on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it | the first growl of an outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, | talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,”<|quote|>he added with all authority,</|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an | The Outcry |
“you can’t have our Duchess!” | Theign | he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” | and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before | his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish | “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really | a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in | a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost | outcry!” Mr. Bender’s judgment on the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then | Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority,<|quote|>“you can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took | The Outcry |
“You can’t have our Duchess!” | Lord John | “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before | he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped | difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you | civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to | capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant | you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily | the matter paused at sight of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s | Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my | The Outcry |
--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. | No speaker | “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” | “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with | me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in | talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in | over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention | Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender | of Lord Theign, introduced and announced, as Lord John spoke, by Gotch; but with the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she | I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>--and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.</|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it | The Outcry |
“You can’t have our Duchess!” | Lady Sandgate | wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with | before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the | Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated | shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, | if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, | one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His | the result of his addressing directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to | taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs.<|quote|>“You can’t have our Duchess!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: | No speaker | “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you | wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, | I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t | dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to | certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his | said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may | directly the person so presenting himself. “Why, they tell me that what this means, Lord Theign, is the first growl of an outcry!” The appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on | a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:</|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of | The Outcry |
“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” | Lady Sandgate | sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the | And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that | our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what | make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look | it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, | it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though | appearance of the most eminent figure in the group might have been held in itself to testify to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” | go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added:<|quote|>“I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I | The Outcry |
Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. | No speaker | can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become | dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And | it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you | _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in | but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold | for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid | to some such truth; in the sense at least that a certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar | the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.</|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of | The Outcry |
“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” | Theign | of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. | Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my | repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John | _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as | noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more | his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on | certain conscious radiance, a gathered light of battle in his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in | tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour.<|quote|>“Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”</|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. | The Outcry |
“And what--as it _is_,” | Bender | become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of | rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a | from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in | and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet | big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, | publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As | his lordship’s aspect would have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it | Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?”<|quote|>“And what--as it _is_,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender asked-- | No speaker | retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” | would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture | she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a | time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The | sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” | absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the | have been explained by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with | the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked--</|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As | The Outcry |
“becomes of my unhappy grievance?” | Bender | it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture | my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for | all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like | with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately | of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing | and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off | by his having taken the full measure--an inner success with which he glowed--of some high provocation. He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it | tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked--<|quote|>“becomes of my unhappy grievance?”</|quote|>“Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. | The Outcry |
“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” | Bender | up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once | a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright | that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean | as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my | if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the | I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. | He was flushed, but he bore it as the ensign of his house; he was so admirably, vividly dressed, for the morning hour and for his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years | I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?”<|quote|>“Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”</|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” | The Outcry |
Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. | No speaker | how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go | depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the | happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, | the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on | follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. | rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand | his journey, that he shone as with the armour of a knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish | sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.”<|quote|>Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.</|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with | The Outcry |
“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” | Lord John | this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as | John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again | my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s | sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On | said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord | detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. | knight; and the whole effect of him, from head to foot, with every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what | about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea.<|quote|>“Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. | No speaker | and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering | like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you | for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. | rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I | to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize | her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that | every jerk of his unconcern and every flash of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming | me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.</|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if | The Outcry |
“Look again at that tottering Moretto?” | Bender | him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t | measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible | what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to | all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried | were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” | Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet | of his ease, was to call attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you | to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids.<|quote|>“Look again at that tottering Moretto?”</|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which | The Outcry |
“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” | Lord John | again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it | as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” | I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, | interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady | Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” | trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? | attention to his being utterly unshaken and knowing perfectly what he was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin | “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?”<|quote|>“Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”</|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave | The Outcry |
“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” | Bender | _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he | its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what | the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture | of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, | us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the | no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a | was about. It was at this happy pitch that he replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to | bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.”<|quote|>“You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”</|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave | The Outcry |
The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant | No speaker | is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” | “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, | a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. | asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for | added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily | a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his | replied to the prime upsetter of his peace. “I’m afraid I don’t know what anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. | of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?”<|quote|>The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant</|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” | The Outcry |
“It’s more to the purpose,” | Theign | what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, | he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to | yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing | you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his | --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be | over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right | anything means to _you_, Mr. Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are | do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant<|quote|>“It’s more to the purpose,”</|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not | The Outcry |
he said to Mr. Bender, | No speaker | “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to | what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or | as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, | take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure | the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will | than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of | Bender--but it’s exactly to find out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you | real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,”<|quote|>he said to Mr. Bender,</|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he | The Outcry |
“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” | Theign | he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with | “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. | again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of | I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady | it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create | would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. | out that I’ve asked you, with our friend John, kindly to meet me here. For a very brief conference, dear lady, by your good leave,” he went on to Lady Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that | one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender,<|quote|>“that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”</|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. | The Outcry |
He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. | No speaker | picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing | campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, | he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for | you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” | as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ | a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. | Sandgate; “at which I’m only too pleased that you yourself should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she | be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.”<|quote|>He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.</|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the | The Outcry |
“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” | Theign | a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I | He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved | “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a | yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You | dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. | wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, | should assist. The ‘first growl’ of any outcry, I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after | my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture.<|quote|>“On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”</|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect | The Outcry |
“I say, I say, I say!” | Lord John | a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by | elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high | Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my | eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as | at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high | Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s | I may mention to you all, affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” | added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.”<|quote|>“I say, I say, I say!”</|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” | The Outcry |
cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. | No speaker | say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, | thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those | to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly | Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with | the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view | upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I | affects me no more than the last will----!” “So I’m delighted to gather” --Lady Sandgate took him straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should | thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!”<|quote|>cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.</|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with | The Outcry |
“But on view, dear Theign, how?” | Lady Sandgate | Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing | stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And | is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let | is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he | what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the | things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” | straight up-- “that you don’t let go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign | a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified.<|quote|>“But on view, dear Theign, how?”</|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. | The Outcry |
“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” | Theign | on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the | approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: | once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, | question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number | “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ | of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue | go your inestimable Cure.” He at first quite stared superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She | more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?”<|quote|>“With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”</|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself | The Outcry |
And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: | No speaker | pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and | how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” | broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with | Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to | capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought | returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” | superior-- “‘Let go’?” --but then treated it with a lighter touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must | see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.”<|quote|>And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:</|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I | The Outcry |
“As a Mantovano pure and simple.” | Theign | crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she | And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” | disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ | said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” | more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious | understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which | touch. “Upon my honour I might, you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad | eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy:<|quote|>“As a Mantovano pure and simple.”</|quote|>“But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” | The Outcry |
“But my dear man,” | Lady Sandgate | a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ | climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once | I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord | should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder | than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. | hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave | you know--that dose of the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it | to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.”<|quote|>“But my dear man,”</|quote|>she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He | The Outcry |
she quavered, | No speaker | simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. | “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the | John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly | the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” | have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if | at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And | the daily press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you | that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,”<|quote|>she quavered,</|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess | The Outcry |
“if it _isn’t_ one?” | Lady Sandgate | my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; | Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen | by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We | feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his | depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” | to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, | press has made me feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see | for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered,<|quote|>“if it _isn’t_ one?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. | No speaker | quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by | “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ | to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave | words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly | on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand | picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve | feel so fit! I arrive at any rate,” he pursued to the others and in particular to Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. | how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.</|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I | The Outcry |
“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” | Bender | and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up | had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? | of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily | view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ | “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord | said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch | Mr. Bender, “I arrive with my decision taken--which I’ve thought may perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her | that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail.<|quote|>“Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”</|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to | The Outcry |
Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. | No speaker | that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ | Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John | the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a | “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender | yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I | me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in | perhaps interest you. If that tuppeny rot _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I | however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!”<|quote|>Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.</|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. | The Outcry |
“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” | Bender | took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the | to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as | a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, | of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity | narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet | “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve | _is_ an attempt at an outcry I simply nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical | it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure.<|quote|>“You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly | The Outcry |
Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. | No speaker | We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” | with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with | man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not | Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid | “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else | Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t | nip it in the bud.” Lord John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate | want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.</|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow | The Outcry |
“We _treat_ it as one!” | Lord John | John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with | _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the | one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. | stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll | _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? | _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd | John rejoicingly approved. “Absolutely the only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. | the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis.<|quote|>“We _treat_ it as one!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. | No speaker | “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” | John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. | anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It | Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off | “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then | us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even | only way--with the least self-respect--to treat it!” Lady Sandgate, on the other hand, sounded a sceptical note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” | Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.</|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, | The Outcry |
“As the long-lost Number Eight!” | Bender | even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. | opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a | going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” | people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” | showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He | have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t | note. “But are you sure it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “Yes,” he returned, so well | Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger.<|quote|>“As the long-lost Number Eight!”</|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must | The Outcry |
Lord Theign happily seized _him_. | No speaker | “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a | even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” | to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind | then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke | Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord | have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that | it’s so easy, Theign, to hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “Yes,” he returned, so well he remembered, “she was about | last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!”<|quote|>Lord Theign happily seized _him_.</|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself | The Outcry |
“That will be it--to a charm!” | Theign | Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. | “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” | took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. | climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the | to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John | John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you | hush up a _real_ noise?” “It ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “Yes,” he returned, so well he remembered, “she was about as civil to me then--picking a | “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_.<|quote|>“That will be it--to a charm!”</|quote|>“It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I | The Outcry |
“It will make them,” | Bender | will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than | Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his | seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in | Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious | Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached | patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s | ain’t what I’d call a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “Yes,” he returned, so well he remembered, “she was about as civil to me then--picking a quarrel with me on | I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!”<|quote|>“It will make them,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender asked, | No speaker | charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if | “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more | it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity | “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the | should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which | sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t | a real one, Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is | The Outcry |
“madder than anything?” | Bender | make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put | it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will | Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all | man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if | you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to | can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore | Lady Sandgate,” Mr. Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“madder than anything?”</|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise | The Outcry |
His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. | No speaker | Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my | “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn | borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll | “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll | feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend | Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a | Bender said; “you can generally distinguish a real one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?”<|quote|>His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.</|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of | The Outcry |
“It will markedly affirm my attitude.” | Theign | his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the | than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It | Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right | anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ | of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of | that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else | one from the squeak of two or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly.<|quote|>“It will markedly affirm my attitude.”</|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face | The Outcry |
“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” | Bender | will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it | client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t | opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put | for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I | to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The | triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one | or three mice! But granted mice do affect you, Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.”<|quote|>“Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”</|quote|>“It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to | The Outcry |
“It may create all it will!” | Theign | the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind | attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender | larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” | it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went | marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And | she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have | Lord Theign, it will interest me to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.”<|quote|>“It may create all it will!”</|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those | The Outcry |
“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” | Bender | may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though | more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity | Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign | to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met | but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone | you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so | to hear what sort of a trap--by what you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!”<|quote|>“Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”</|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. | No speaker | don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on | it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon | it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess | with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve | definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how | can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking | you say--you propose to set for them.” “You must allow me to measure, myself, Mr. Bender,” his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!”<|quote|>Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.</|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, | The Outcry |
“You’ll put the thing on view right off?” | Bender | rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper | he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your | nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we | one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that | Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find | become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give | importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere.<|quote|>“You’ll put the thing on view right off?”</|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” | The Outcry |
“As soon as the proper arrangement----” | Theign | thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey | it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate | will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand | appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled | view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her | _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella | my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?”<|quote|>“As soon as the proper arrangement----”</|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming | The Outcry |
“You put off your journey to _make_ it?” | Lady Sandgate | soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke | on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with | create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went | it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He | of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the | my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which | to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----”<|quote|>“You put off your journey to _make_ it?”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is | The Outcry |
Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. | No speaker | your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will | proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll | “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also | Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he | then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave | make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly | report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.</|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you | The Outcry |
“Not if these friends will act.” | Theign | gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” | himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ | was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would | than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously | she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, | have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my | Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others.<|quote|>“Not if these friends will act.”</|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her | The Outcry |
“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” | Bender | if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ | confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. | of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The | client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass | Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send | on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these | justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.”<|quote|>“Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”</|quote|>Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender declared. | No speaker | “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord | if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then | the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said | will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking | the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” | size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been | “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_”<|quote|>Mr. Bender declared.</|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with | The Outcry |
“Ah, _won’t_ we though!” | Lord John | we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand | will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” | view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ | my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others | suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you | had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it | if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared.<|quote|>“Ah, _won’t_ we though!”</|quote|>Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough | The Outcry |
Lord John re-echoed. | No speaker | declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have | guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went | soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” | in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it | and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to | this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make | how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!”<|quote|>Lord John re-echoed.</|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and | The Outcry |
“You understand then I have an interest?” | Bender | we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to | Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony | proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ | more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do | out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to | bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve | about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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!” | sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed.<|quote|>“You understand then I have an interest?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. | No speaker | then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so | Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also | to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” | all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with | all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted | back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for | Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.</|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” “And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. | The Outcry |
“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!” | Theign | His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a | went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be | himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the | Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their | pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square | through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is | of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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 | at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it.<|quote|>“I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”</|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?” “Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, | The Outcry |
“And yet also have a liberty?” | Bender | that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those | irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” | in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let | high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true | as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess | tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the | course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang. “Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.” “Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.” Mr. Bender rather failed to follow. “But that’s what you wanted to do before.” “Pardon me,” said his lordship-- “I make a difference. It’s what you wanted me to do.” The mystification, however, continued. “And you were _not_--as you seemed then--willing?” Lord Theign waived cross-questions. “Well, I’m willing _now_--that’s all that need concern us. Only, once more and for the last time,” he added with all authority, “you can’t have our Duchess!” “You can’t have our Duchess!” --and Lord John, as before the altar of patriotism, wrapped it in sacrificial sighs. “You can’t have our Duchess!” Lady Sandgate repeated, but with a grace that took the sting from her triumph. And she seemed still all sweet sociability as she added: “I wish he’d tell you too, you dreadful rich thing, that you can’t have anything at all!” Lord Theign, however, in the interest of harmony, deprecated that rigour. “Ah, what then would become of my happy retort?” “And what--as it _is_,” Mr. Bender asked-- “becomes of my unhappy grievance?” “Wouldn’t a really great capture make up to you for that?” “Well, I take more interest in what I want than in what I have--and it depends, don’t you see, on how you measure the size.” Lord John had at once in this connection a bright idea. “Shouldn’t you like to go back there and take the measure yourself?” Mr. Bender considered him as through narrowed eyelids. “Look again at that tottering Moretto?” “Well, its size--as you say--isn’t in _any_ light a negligible quantity.” “You mean that--big as it is--it hasn’t yet stopped growing?” The question, however, as he immediately showed, resided in what Lord Theign himself meant “It’s more to the purpose,” he said to Mr. Bender, “that I should mention to you the leading feature, or in other words the very essence, of my plan of campaign--which is to put the picture at once on view.” He marked his idea with a broad but elegant gesture. “On view as a thing definitely disposed of.” “I say, I say, I say!” cried Lord John, moved by this bold stroke to high admiration. Lady Sandgate’s approval was more qualified. “But on view, dear Theign, how?” “With one of those pushing people in Bond Street.” And then as for the crushing climax of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to humiliate?” Lady Sandgate, not undiscernibly, took her choice of ignoring the point of this. “Your surrenders to Kitty are your own affair--but are you sure you can really bear to see Grace?” “I seem expected indeed to bear much,” he said with more and more of his parental bitterness, “but I don’t know that I’m yet in a funk before my child. Doesn’t she _want_ to see me, with any contrition, after the trick she has played me?” And then as his companion’s answer failed: “In spite of which trick you suggest that I should leave the country with no sign of her explaining--?” His hostess raised her head. “She does want to see you, I know; but you must recall the sequel to that bad hour at Dedborough--when it was you who declined to see _her_.” “Before she left the house with you, the next day, for this?” --he was entirely reminiscent. “What I recall is that even if I had condoned--that evening--her deception of _me_ in my folly, I still loathed, for my friend’s sake, her practical joke on poor John.” Lady Sandgate indulged in the shrug conciliatory. “It was your very complaint that your own appeal to her _became_ an appeal from herself.” “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, | of his policy: “As a Mantovano pure and simple.” “But my dear man,” she quavered, “if it _isn’t_ one?” Mr. Bender at once anticipated; the wind had suddenly risen for him and he let out sail. “Lady Sand-gate, it’s going, by all that’s--well, interesting, to _be_ one!” Lord Theign took him up with pleasure. “You seize me? We _treat_ it as one!” Lord John eagerly borrowed the emphasis. “We _treat_ it as one!” Mr. Bender meanwhile fed with an opened appetite on the thought--he even gave it back larger. “As the long-lost Number Eight!” Lord Theign happily seized _him_. “That will be it--to a charm!” “It will make them,” Mr. Bender asked, “madder than anything?” His patron--if not his client--put it more nobly. “It will markedly affirm my attitude.” “Which will in turn the more markedly create discussion.” “It may create all it will!” “Well, if _you_ don’t mind it, _I_ don’t!” Mr. Bender concluded. But though bathed in this high serenity he was all for the rapid application of it elsewhere. “You’ll put the thing on view right off?” “As soon as the proper arrangement----” “You put off your journey to _make_ it?” Lady Sand-gate at once broke in. Lord Theign bethought himself--with the effect of a gracious confidence in the others. “Not if these friends will act.” “Oh, I guess we’ll _act!_” Mr. Bender declared. “Ah, _won’t_ we though!” Lord John re-echoed. “You understand then I have an interest?” Mr. Bender went on to Lord Theign. His lordship’s irony met it. “I accept that complication--which so much simplifies!”<|quote|>“And yet also have a liberty?”</|quote|>“Where else would be those you’ve taken? The point is,” said Lord Theign, “that _I_ have a show.” It settled Mr. Bender. “Then I’ll _fix_ your show.” He snatched up his hat. “Lord John, come right round!” Lord John had of himself reached the door, which he opened to let the whirlwind tremendously figured by his friend pass out first. Taking leave of the others he gave it even his applause. “The fellow can do anything anywhere!” And he hastily followed. V Lady Sandgate, left alone with Lord Theign, drew the line at their companion’s enthusiasm. “That may be true of Mr. Bender--for it’s dreadful how he bears one down. But I simply find him a terror.” “Well,” said her friend, who seemed disposed not to fatigue the question, “I dare say a terror will help me.” He had other business to which he at once gave himself. “And now, if you please, for that girl.” “I’ll send her to you,” she replied, “if you can’t stay to luncheon.” “I’ve three or four things to do,” he pleaded, “and I lunch with Kitty at one.” She submitted in that case--but disappointedly. “With Berkeley Square then you’ve time. But I confess I don’t quite grasp the so odd inspiration that you’ve set those men to carry out.” He showed surprise and regret, but even greater decision. “Then it needn’t trouble you, dear--it’s enough that I myself go straight.” “Are you so very convinced it’s straight?” --she wouldn’t be a bore to him, but she couldn’t not be a blessing. “What in the world else is it,” he asked, “when, having good reasons, one acts on ‘em?” “You must have an immense array,” she sighed, “to fly so in the face of Opinion!” “‘Opinion’?” he commented-- “I fly in its face? Why, the vulgar thing, as I’m taking my quiet walk, flies in mine! I give it a whack with my umbrella and send it about its business.” To which he added with more reproach: “It’s enough to have been dished by Grace--without _your_ falling away!” Sadly and sweetly she defended herself. “It’s only my great affection--and all that these years have been for us: _they_ it is that make me wish you weren’t so proud.” “I’ve a perfect sense, my dear, of what these years have been for us--a very charming matter. But ‘proud’ is it you find me of the daughter who does her best to ruin me, or of the one who does her best to | The Outcry |
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