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comes this evening.”

      “I am glad; I am particularly fond of Michael. Also he will play to us after dinner, and though I don’t know one note from another, it will relieve me of sitting in a stately circle watching Robert cheat at patience. I always find the evenings here rather trying; they remind me of being in church. I feel as if I were part of a corporate body, which leads to misplaced decorum. Ah! there is the sound of Tony’s retreating motor; his strategic movement has come off. And now give me some news, if you can get in a word. Dear me, there is Robert coming back across the lawn. What a mercy that Tony did not leave the motor. Robert always walks as if he was dancing a minuet. Look, there is Og imitating him! Or is he stalking him, thinking he is an enemy. Og, come here!”

      She whistled shrilly on her fingers, and rose to greet her brother, whom Og was still menacing, as he advanced towards her with staccato steps. Barbara, however, got between Og and his prey, and threw her parasol at him.

      “My dear, how are you?” she said. “And how did the golf go? And did you beat the professional?”

      He suspected flippancy here, and became markedly dignified.

      “An excellent match,” he said, “and Macpherson tells me I played a very sound game. I am delighted to see you, Barbara. And did Michael come down with you?”

      “No. I drove from town. It saves time, but not expense, with your awful trains.”

      “And you are well, and Mr. Jerome?” he asked. He always called his brother-in-law Mr. Jerome, to indicate the gulf between them. Barbara gave a little spurt of laughter.

      “Yes, his excellency is quite well,” she said. “You must call him excellency now, my dear.”

      “Indeed! That is a great step.”

      “Considering that Tony began as an office-boy. How richly rewarding you are, my dear. And shan’t I make an odd ambassadress! I haven’t been to a Court since the dark ages, when I went to those beloved States. We will practise after dinner, dear, and you and Marion shall be the King and Queen, and I will try to walk backwards without tumbling on my head. You will like being the King, Robert. And then we will be ourselves again, all except Og, who shall be Tony and shall go out of the room before you.”

      He gave his treble little giggle, for on the whole it answered better not to be dignified with Barbara, whenever he could remember not to be; and Lady Ashbridge, still nursing Petsy, threw a bombshell of the obvious to explode the conversation.

      “Og has two mutton-chops for his dinner,” she said, “and he is growing still. Fancy!”

      Lord Ashbridge took a refreshing glance at the broad stretch of country that all belonged to him.

      “I am rather glad to have this opportunity of talking to you, my dear Barbara,” he said, “before Michael comes.”

      “His train gets in half an hour before dinner” said Lady Ashbridge. “He has to change at Stoneborough.”

      “Quite so. I heard from Michael this morning, saying that he has resigned his commission in the Guards, and is going to take up music seriously.”

      Barbara gave a delighted exclamation.

      “But how perfectly splendid!” she said. “Fancy a Comber doing anything original! Michael and I are the only Combers who ever have, since Combers ‘arose from out the azure main’ in the year one. I married an American; that’s something, though it’s not up to Michael!”

      “That is not quite my view of it,” said he. “As for its being original, it would be original enough if Marion eloped with a Patagonian.”

      Lady Ashbridge let fall her embroidery at this monstrous suggestion.

      “You are talking very wildly, Robert,” she said, in a pained voice.

      “My dear, get on with your sacred carpet,” said he. “I am talking to Barbara. I have already ascertained your—your lack of views on the subject. I was saying, Barbara, that mere originality is not a merit.”

      “No, you never said that,” remarked Lady Ashbridge.

      “I should have if you had allowed me to. And as for your saying that he has done it, Barbara, that is very wide of the mark, and I intend shall continue to be so.”

      “Dear great Bashaw, that is just what you said to me when I told you I was going to marry his Excellency. But I did. And I think it is a glorious move on Michael’s part. It requires brain to find out what you like, and character to go and do it. Combers haven’t got brains as a rule, you see. If they ever had any, they have degenerated into conservative instincts.”

      He again refreshed himself with the landscape. The roofs of Ashbridge were visible in the clear sunset. … Ashbridge paid its rents with remarkable regularity.

      “That may or may not be so,” he said, forgetting for a moment the danger of being dignified. “But Combers have position.”

      Barbara controlled herself admirably. A slight tremor shook her, which he did not notice.

      “Yes, dear,” she said. “I allow that Combers have had for many generations a sort of acquisitive cunning, for all we possess has come to us by exceedingly prudent marriages. They have also—I am an exception here—the gift of not saying very much, which certainly has an impressive effect, even when it arises from not having very much to say. They are sticky; they attract wealth, and they have the force called vis inertiae, which means that they invest their money prudently. You should hear Tony—well, perhaps you had better not hear Tony. But now here is Michael showing that he has got tastes. Can you wonder that I’m delighted? And not only has he got tastes, but he has the strength of character to back them. Michael, in the Guards too! It was a perfect farce, and he’s had the sense to see it. He hated his duties, and he hated his diversions. Now Francis—”

      “I am afraid Michael has always been a little jealous of Francis,” remarked his father.

      This roused Barbara; she spoke quite seriously:

      “If you really think that, my dear,” she said, “you have the distinction of being the worst possible judge of character that the world has ever known. Michael might be jealous of anybody else, for the poor boy feels his physical awkwardness most sensitively, but Francis is just the one person he really worships. He would do anything in the world for him.”

      The discussion with Barbara was being even more fruitless than that with his wife, and Lord Ashbridge rose.

      “All I can do, then, is to ask you not to back Michael up,” he said.

      “My dear, he won’t need backing up. He’s a match for you by himself. But if Michael, after thoroughly worsting you, asks me my opinion, I shall certainly give it him. But he won’t ask my opinion first. He will strew your limbs, Robert, over this delightful terrace.”

      “Michael’s train is late,” said Lady Ashbridge, hearing the stable clock strike. “He should have been here before this.”

      Barbara had still a word to say, and disregarded this quencher.

      “But don’t think, Robert,” she said, “that because Michael resists your wishes and authority, he will be enjoying himself. He will hate doing it, but that will not stop him.”

      Lord Ashbridge was not a bully; he had merely a profound sense of his own importance.

      “We will see about resistance,” he said.

      Barbara was not so successful on this occasion, and exploded loudly:

      “You will, dear, indeed,” she said.

      Michael meantime had been travelling down from London without perturbing himself over the scene with his father which he knew lay before him. This was quite characteristic of him; he had a singular command over his imagination when he had made up his mind to anything, and never indulged in the gratuitous

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