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had thought it better to keep silence as to Ernest’s affront, I felt
I must not acknowledge it; but, all the same, I determined to get rid
of him before the day was much older.
When I had had my breakfast I sent word to him by a servant that I
was coming to his rooms, and followed not long behind the messenger.
He was in a suit of silk pyjamas, such as not even Solomon in all his
glory was arrayed in. I closed the door behind me before I began to
speak. He listened, at first amazed, then disconcerted, then angry,
and then cowering down like a whipped hound. I felt that it was a
case for speaking out. A bumptious ass like him, who deliberately
insulted everyone he came across—for if all or any of his efforts in
that way were due to mere elemental ignorance he was not fit to live,
but should be silenced on sight as a modern Caliban—deserved neither
pity nor mercy. To extend to him fine feeling, tolerance, and such-like gentlenesses would be to deprive the world of them without
benefit to any. So well as I can remember, what I said was something
like this:
“Ernest, as you say, you’ve got to go, and to go quick, you
understand. I dare say you look on this as a land of barbarians, and
think that any of your high-toned refinements are thrown away on
people here. Well, perhaps it is so. Undoubtedly, the structure of
the country is rough; the mountains may only represent the glacial
epoch; but so far as I can gather from some of your exploits—for I
have only learned a small part as yet—you represent a period a good
deal farther back. You seem to have given our folk here an
exhibition of the playfulness of the hooligan of the Saurian stage of
development; but the Blue Mountains, rough as they are, have come up
out of the primeval slime, and even now the people aim at better
manners. They may be rough, primitive, barbarian, elemental, if you
will, but they are not low down enough to tolerate either your ethics
or your taste. My dear cousin, your life is not safe here! I am
told that yesterday, only for the restraint exercised by certain
offended mountaineers on other grounds than your own worth, you would
have been abbreviated by the head. Another day of your fascinating
presence would do away with this restraint, and then we should have a
scandal. I am a new-comer here myself—too new a comer to be able to
afford a scandal of that kind—and so I shall not delay your going.
Believe me, my dear cousin, Ernest Roger Halbard Melton, of Humcroft,
Salop, that I am inconsolable about your resolution of immediate
departure, but I cannot shut my eyes to its wisdom. At present the
matter is altogether amongst ourselves, and when you have gone—if it
be immediately—silence will be observed on all hands for the sake of
the house wherein you are a guest; but if there be time for scandal
to spread, you will be made, whether you be alive or dead, a European
laughing-stock. Accordingly, I have anticipated your wishes, and
have ordered a fast steam yacht to take you to Ancona, or to whatever
other port you may desire. The yacht will be under the command of
Captain Desmond, of one of our battleships—a most determined
officer, who will carry out any directions which may be given to him.
This will insure your safety so far as Italian territory. Some of
his officials will arrange a special carriage for you up to Flushing,
and a cabin on the steamer to Queenboro’. A man of mine will travel
on the train and steamer with you, and will see that whatever you may
wish in the way of food or comfort will be provided. Of course, you
understand, my dear cousin, that you are my guest until you arrive in
London. I have not asked Rooke to accompany you, as when he went to
meet you, it was a mistake. Indeed, there might have been a danger
to you which I never contemplated—a quite unnecessary danger, I
assure you. But happily Admiral Rooke, though a man of strong
passions, has wonderful self-control.”
“Admiral Rooke?” he queried. “Admiral?”
“Admiral, certainly,” I replied, “but not an ordinary Admiral—one of
many. He is THE Admiral—the Lord High Admiral of the Land of the
Blue Mountains, with sole control of its expanding navy. When such a
man is treated as a valet, there may be … But why go into this?
It is all over. I only mention it lest anything of a similar kind
should occur with Captain Desmond, who is a younger man, and
therefore with probably less self-repression.”
I saw that he had learned his lesson, and so said no more on the
subject.
There was another reason for his going which I did not speak of. Sir
Colin MacKelpie was coming with his clansmen, and I knew he did not
like Ernest Melton. I well remembered that episode of his offering
one finger to the old gentleman in Mr. Trent’s office, and, moreover,
I had my suspicions that Aunt Janet’s being upset was probably in
some measure due to some rudeness of his that she did not wish to
speak about. He is really an impossible young man, and is far better
out of this country than in it. If he remained here, there would be
some sort of a tragedy for certain.
I must say that it was with a feeling of considerable relief that I
saw the yacht steam out of the creek, with Captain Desmond on the
bridge and my cousin beside him.
Quite other were my feelings when, an hour after, The Lady came
flying into the creek with the Lord High Admiral on the bridge, and
beside him, more splendid and soldier-like than ever, Sir Colin
MacKelpie. Mr. Bingham Trent was also on the bridge.
The General was full of enthusiasm regarding his regiment, for in
all, those he brought with him and those finishing their training at
home, the force is near the number of a full regiment. When we were
alone he explained to me that all was arranged regarding the non-commissioned officers, but that he had held over the question of
officers until we should have had a suitable opportunity of talking
the matter over together. He explained to me his reasons, which were
certainly simple and cogent. Officers, according to him, are a
different class, and accustomed to a different standard altogether of
life and living, of duties and pleasures. They are harder to deal
with and more difficult to obtain. “There was no use,” he said, “in
getting a lot of failures, with old-crusted ways of their own
importance. We must have young men for our purpose—that is, men not
old, but with some experience—men, of course, who know how to behave
themselves, or else, from what little I have seen of the Blue
Mountaineers, they wouldn’t last long here if they went on as some of
them do elsewhere. I shall start things here as you wish me to, for
I am here, my dear boy, to stay with you and Janet, and we shall, if
it be given to us by the Almighty, help to build up together a new
‘nation’—an ally of Britain, who will stand at least as an outpost
of our own nation, and a guardian of our eastern road. When things
are organized here on the military side, and are going strong, I
shall, if you can spare me, run back to London for a few weeks.
Whilst I am there I shall pick up a lot of the sort of officers we
want. I know that there are loads of them to be had. I shall go
slowly, however, and carefully, too, and every man I bring back will
be recommended to me by some old soldier whom I know, and who knows
the man he recommends, and has seen him work. We shall have, I dare
say, an army for its size second to none in the world, and the day
may come when your old country will be proud of your new one. Now
I’m off to see that all is ready for my people—your people now.”
I had had arrangements made for the comfort of the clansmen and the
women, but I knew that the good old soldier would see for himself
that his men were to be comfortable. It was not for nothing that he
was—is—looked on as perhaps the General most beloved by his men in
the whole British Army.
When he had gone, and I was alone, Mr. Trent, who had evidently been
waiting for the opportunity, came to me. When we had spoken of my
marriage and of Teuta, who seems to have made an immense impression
on him, he said suddenly:
“I suppose we are quite alone, and that we shall not be interrupted?”
I summoned the man outside—there is always a sentry on guard outside
my door or near me, wherever I may be—and gave orders that I was not
to be disturbed until I gave fresh orders. “If,” I said, “there be
anything pressing or important, let the Voivodin or Miss MacKelpie
know. If either of them brings anyone to me, it will be all right.”
When we were quite alone Mr. Trent took a slip of paper and some
documents from the bag which was beside him. He then read out items
from the slip, placing as he did so the documents so checked over
before him.
1. New Will made on marriage, to be signed presently.
2. Copy of the Reconveyance of Vissarion estates to Peter
Vissarion, as directed by Will of Roger Melton.
3. Report of Correspondence with Privy Council, and proceedings
following.
Taking up the last named, he untied the red tape, and, holding the
bundle in his hand, went on:
“As you may, later on, wish to examine the details of the
Proceedings, I have copied out the various letters, the originals of
which are put safely away in my strong-room where, of course, they
are always available in case you may want them. For your present
information I shall give you a rough synopsis of the Proceedings,
referring where advisable to this paper.
“On receipt of your letter of instructions regarding the Consent of
the Privy Council to your changing your nationality in accordance
with the terms of Roger Melton’s Will, I put myself in communication
with the Clerk of the Privy Council, informing him of your wish to be
naturalized in due time to the Land of the Blue Mountains. After
some letters between us, I got a summons to attend a meeting of the
Council.
“I attended, as required, taking with me all necessary documents, and
such as I conceived might be advisable to produce, if wanted.
“The Lord President informed me that the present meeting of the
Council was specially summoned in obedience to the suggestion of the
King, who had been consulted as to his personal wishes on the
subject—should he have any. The President then proceeded to inform
me officially that all Proceedings of the Privy Council were
altogether confidential, and were not to be made public under any
circumstances. He was gracious enough to add:
“‘The circumstances of this case, however, are unique; and as you act
for another, we have thought it advisable to enlarge your permission
in the matter, so as to allow you to communicate freely with your
principal. As that gentleman is settling himself in a part of the
world which has been in the past, and
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