of your dear mother。 One would scarcely believe that we have been
parted for more than a week。〃
〃For more than a week；〃 she repeated； under her breath。
〃Stoop down； my dear。 I must kiss your forehead … there！ Now
bring up a chair to my side。 You seem frightened … alarmed。 Have
you ill news for me？〃
〃I have no news；〃 she answered； gradually recovering herself。
〃The gaieties of London； I fear；〃 he protested gently； 〃have proved
a little unsettling。〃
〃There were no gaieties for me；〃 the girl replied bitterly。 〃Mrs。
Sargent obeyed your orders very faithfully。 I was not allowed to
move out except with her。〃
〃My dear child； you would not go about London unchaperoned！〃
〃There is a difference；〃 she retorted； 〃between a chaperon and a
jailer。〃
Mr。 Fentolin sighed。 He shook his head slowly。 He seemed pained。
〃I am not sure that you repay my care as it deserves； Esther；〃 he
declared。 〃There is something in your deportment which disappoints
me。 Never mind； your brother has made some atonement。 I entrusted
him with a little mission in which I am glad to say that he has
been brilliantly successful。〃
〃I cannot say that I am glad to hear it；〃 Esther replied quietly。
Mr。 Fentolin sat back in his chair。 His long fingers played
nervously together； he looked at her gravely。
〃My dear child；〃 he exclaimed； in a tone of pained surprise； 〃your
attitude distresses me！〃
〃I cannot help it。 I have told you what I think about Gerald and
the life he is compelled to live here。 I don't mind so much for
myself； but for him I think it is abominable。〃
〃The same as ever；〃 Mr。 Fentolin sighed。 〃I fear that this little
change has done you no good； dear niece。
〃Change！〃 she echoed。 〃It was only a change of prisons。〃
Mr。 Fentolin shook his head slowly … a distressful gesture。 Yet
all the time he had somehow the air of a man secretly gratified。
〃You are beginning to depress me；〃 he announced。 〃I think that
you can go away。 No； stop for just one moment。 Stand there in
the light。 Dear me； how unfortunate！ Who would have thought that
so beautiful a mother could have so plain a daughter！〃
She stood quite still before him； her hands crossed in front of
her； something of the look of the nun from whom the power of
suffering has gone in her still； cold face and steadfast eyes。
〃Not a touch of colour；〃 he continued meditatively； 〃a figure
straight as my walking…stick。 What a pity！ And all the taste；
nowadays； they tell me； is in the other direction。 The lank
damsels have gone completely out。 We buried them with Oscar Wilde。
Run along； my dear child。 You do not amuse me。 You can take Gerald
with you； if you will。 I have nothing to say to Gerald just now。
He is in my good books。 Is there anything I can do for you； Gerald？
Your allowance； for instance … a trifling increase or an advance？
I am in a generous humour。〃
〃Then grant me what I begged for the other day；〃 the boy answered
quickly。 〃Let me go to Sandhurst。 I could enter my name next week
for the examinations； and I could pass to…morrow。〃
Mr。 Fentolin tapped the table thoughtfully with his forefinger。
〃A little ungrateful； my dear boy；〃 he declared； 〃a little ungrateful
that； I think。 Your confidence in yourself pleases me； though。 You
think you could pass your examinations？〃
〃I did a set of papers last week；〃 the boy replied。 〃On the given
percentages I came out twelfth or better。 Mr。 Brown assured me
that I could go in for them at any moment。 He promised to write
you about it before he left。〃
Mr。 Fentolin nodded gently。
〃Now I come to think of it； I did have a letter from Mr。 Brown；〃
he remarked。 〃Rather an impertinence for a tutor； I thought it。
He devoted three pages towards impressing upon me the necessity of
your adopting some sort of a career。〃
〃He wrote because he thought it was his duty；〃 the boy said doggedly。
〃So you want to be a soldier；〃 Mr。 Fentolln continued musingly。
〃Well； well； why not？ Our picture galleries are full of them。
There has been a Fentolin in every great battle for the last five
hundred years。 Sailors； too … plenty of them … and just a few
diplomatists。 Brave fellows！ Not one； I fancy；〃 he added； 〃like
me … not one condemned to pass their days in a perambulator。 You
are a fine fellow； Gerald … a regular Fentolin。 Getting on for
six feet； aren't you？
〃 Six feet two； sir。〃
〃A very fine fellow；〃 Mr。 Fentolin repeated。 〃I am not so sure
about the army； Gerald。 You see； there are some people who say；
like your American friend； that we are even now almost on the brink
of war。〃
〃All the more reason for me to hurry；〃 the boy begged。
Mr。 Fentolin closed his eyes。
〃Don't！〃 he insisted。 〃Have you ever stopped to think what war
means … the war you speak of so lightly？ The suffering； the misery
of it！ All the pageantry and music and heroism in front； and behind；
a blackened world； a trail of writhing corpses； a world of weeping
women for whom the sun shall never rise again。 Ugh！ An ugly thing
war； Gerald。 I am not sure that you are not better at home here。
Why not practise golf a little more assiduously？ I see from the
local paper that you are still playing at two handicap。 Now with
your physique； I should have thought you would have been a scratch
player long before now。〃
〃I play cricket； sir；〃 the boy reminded him； a little impatiently；
〃and； after all； there are other things in the world besides games。〃
Mr。 Fentolin's long finger shot suddenly out。 He was leaning a
little from his chair。 His expression of gentle immobility had
passed away。 His face was stern； almost stony。
〃You have spoken the truth； Gerald；〃 he said。 〃There are other
things in the world besides games。 There is the real； the tragical
side of life； the duties one takes up； the obligations of honour。
You have not forgotten； young man； the burden you carry？〃
The boy was paler； but he had drawn himself to his full height。
〃I have not forgotten； sir；〃 he answered bitterly。 〃Do I show any
signs of forgetting？ Haven't I done your bidding year by year？
Aren't I here now to do it？〃
〃Then do it ！〃 Mr。 Fentolin retorted sharply。 〃When I am ready for
you to leave here； you shall leave。 Until then； you are mine。
Remember that。 Ah！ this is Doctor Sarson who comes； I believe。
That must mean that it is five o'clock。 Come in； Doctor。 I am not
engaged。 You see； I am alone with my dear niece and nephew。 We
have been having a little pleasant conversation。〃
Doctor Sarson bowed to Esther； who scarcely glanced at him。 He
remained in the background； quietly waiting。
〃A very delightful little conversation；〃 Mr。 Fentolin concluded。
〃I have been congratulating my nephew； Doctor； upon his wisdom in
preferring the quiet country life down here to the wearisome routine
of a profession。 He escapes the embarrassing choice of a career by
preferring to devote his life to my comfort。 I shall not forget it。
I shall not be ungrateful。 I may have my faults； but I am not
ungrateful Run away now； both of you。 Dear children you are； but
one wearies； you know； of everything。 I am going out。 You see；
the twilight is coming。 The tide is changing。 I am going down to
meet the sea。〃
His little carriage moved towards the door。 The brother and sister
passed out。 Esther led Gerald into the great dining…room； and from
there； through the open windows； out on to the terrace。 She gripped
his shoulder and pointed down to the Tower。
〃Something；〃 she whispered in his ear； 〃is going to happen there。〃
CHAPTER XI
The little station at which Hamel alighted was like an oasis in the
middle of a flat stretch of sand and marsh。 It consisted only of
a few raised planks and a rude shelter … built； indeed； for the
convenience of St。 David's Hall alone； for the nearest village was
two miles away。 The station…master； on his return from escorting
the young lady to her car； stared at this other passenger in some
surprise。
〃Which way to the sea？〃 Hamel asked。
The man pointed to the white gates of the crossing。
〃You can take any of those paths you like； sir；〃 he said。 〃If you
want to get to Salthouse； though； you should have got out at the
next station。〃
〃This will do for me；〃 Hamel replied cheerfully。
〃Be careful of the dikes；〃 the station…master advised him。 〃Some
of them are pretty deep。〃
Hamel nodded； and passing through the white gates； made his way by
a raised cattle track towards the sea。 On either side of him flowed
a narrow dike filled with salt…water。 Beyond stretched the flat
marshland； its mossy turf leavened with cracks and creeks of all
widths； filled also with sea…slime and sea…water。 A slight grey
mist rested upon the more distant parts of the wilderness which he
was crossing； a mist which seemed to be blown in from the sea in
little puffs； resting for a time upon the earth； and then drifting
up and fading away like soap bubbles。
More than once where the dikes had overflown he was compelled to
change his course； but he arrived at last at the little ridge of
pebbled beach bordering the sea。 Straight ahead of him now was
that strange…looking building towards which he had all the time
been directing his footsteps。 As he approached it； his forehead
slightly contracted。 There was ample confirmation before him of
the truth of his fellow…passenger's words。 The place； left to
itself for so many years； without any attention from its actual
owner； was neither deserted nor in ruins。 Its solid grey stone
walls were sea…stained and a trifle worn； but the arched wooden
doors leading into the lifeboat shelter； which occupied one side
of the building； had been newly painted； and in the front the window
was hung with a curtain； now closely drawn； of some dark red
material。 The lock from the door had been removed altogether； and
in its place was the aperture for a Yale latch…key。 The last note
of modernity was supplied by the telephone wire attached to the
roof of the lifeboat shelter。 He walked all round the building；
seeking in vain for some other means of ingress。 Then he stood for
a few moments in front of the curtained window。 He was a man of
somewha