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 V
 
 THE DICTATOR
 
 NEW LIBRARY NOVELS. 
 
 WITNESS TO THE DEED. By Geo. Manville Fenn. 
 
 3 vols. 
 
 ROPES OF SAND. By R. E. Francii.i.on. 3 vols. 
 THE DICTATOR. By Justin McCarthy, M. P. 3 vols. 
 RUJUB, THE JUGGLER. By G. A. Henty. 3 vols. 
 TIME'S REVENGES. By D. Christie Murray. 3 vols. 
 LADY VERNER'S FLIGHT. By Mrs. Hungerford. 
 
 2 vols 
 
 A FAMILY LIKENESS. By M. B. M. Croker. 3 vols. 
 THE MASTER OF ST. BENEDICT'S. By Alan St. 
 
 AUBYN. 2 vols. 
 
 MRS. JULIET. By Mrs. Alfred Hunt. 3 vols. 
 GEOFFORY HAMILTON. By Edward H. Cooper. 
 
 2 vols. 
 
 London : CIIATTO & WINDUS, Piccadilly, W.
 
 THE DICTATOR 
 
 BY 
 
 JUSTIN McCarthy, m.p 
 
 AUTHOR OF 'dear LADY DISDAIN ' DOXKA QUIXOTE* ETC. 
 
 IN THREE VOLUMES 
 VOL. I. 
 
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 CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 
 
 1893
 
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 SrOTTISWOODE AND CO., NKW STREET SQUARE 
 
 LON UON
 
 V. I 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 OF 
 
 THE FIRST VOLUME 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 I. AN EXILE IN LONDON 1 
 
 . II. A GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER 13 
 
 
 \ III. AT THE GARDEN GATE 25 
 
 -- IV. THE LANGLEYS OO 
 
 (V> V. 'MY GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' . . .95 
 
 " VI. ' HERE IS MY THRONE — BID KINGS COME BOW TO IT ' 126 
 
 ;i VII. THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO . . . .170 
 
 ' VIIT. ' I WONDER WHY ? ' 194 
 
 C IX. THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 219 
 
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 THE DICTATOR 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 AX EXILE IX LOXDOX 
 
 The May sunlight streamed in througli tlie 
 Avindow, making curious patterns of the 
 curtains upon the carpet. Outside, the tide 
 of hfe was flowing fast ; the green leaves of the 
 Park were already offering agreeable shade 
 to early strollers ; the noise of cabs and 
 omnibuses liad set in steadily for the day. 
 Outside, Knightsbridge was awake and active ; 
 inside, sleep reigned with quiet. The room 
 was one of the best bedrooms in Paulo's 
 Ilotel ; it was really tastefully furnished, 
 soberly decorated, in the style cf the fifteenth 
 VOL. I. B
 
 2 THE DICTATOR 
 
 French Louis. A very good copy of Watteaii 
 was over the mantel-piece, the only picture in 
 the room. There had been a fire in the 
 hearth overnight, for a grey ash lay there. 
 Outside on the ample balcony stco.l a laurel 
 in a big blue pot, an emblematic tribute on 
 Paulo's part to honourable defeat which might 
 yet turn to victory. 
 
 There were books about the room : a 
 volume of Napoleon's maxims, a French novel, 
 a little volume of Sophocles in its original 
 Greek. A uniform-case and a sword- case 
 stood in a corner. A map of South America 
 lay partially unrolled upon a chair. The 
 dainty gilt clock over the mantel-piece, a 
 genuine heritage from the age of Louis Quinze, 
 struck eight briskly. The Dictator stirred in 
 his sleep. 
 
 Presently there was a tapping at the door 
 to the left of the bed, a door communicating 
 with the Dictator's private sitting-room. Still
 
 AN EXILE IN LONDON 3 
 
 the Dictator slept, undisturbed by the slight 
 sound. The sound was not repeated, but the 
 door was softly opened, and a young man put 
 his head into the room and looked at the 
 slumbering Dictator. The young man was 
 dark, smooth-shaven, with a look of quiet 
 alertness in his face. He seemed to be about 
 thirty years of age. His dark eyes watched 
 the sleeping figure affectionately for a few 
 seconds. ' It seems a pity to wake him,' he 
 muttered, and he was about to draw his head 
 back and close the door, when the Dictator 
 stirred again, and suddenly waking swung 
 himself round in the bed and faced his visitor. 
 The visitor smiled pleasantly. ' Buenos dias, 
 Escelencia,' he said. 
 
 The Dictator propped himself up on his left 
 arm and looked at him. 
 
 * Good morning, Hamilton,' he answered. 
 ' What's the good of talking Spanish here ? 
 Better fall back upon simple Saxon until we
 
 4 lllE DICTATOR 
 
 can see the sun rise again in Gloria. And as 
 for the Excellency, don't you tliink ^ve had 
 better drop tliat too ? ' 
 
 ' Until we see the sun rise in Gloria,' said 
 Hamilton. lie had pushed tlie door open 
 now, and entered the room, leaning carelessly 
 against the door-post. ' Yes ; that may not 
 be £0 far off, please Heaven ; and, in the 
 meantime, I tliink we had better stick to tlie 
 title and all forms. Excellency.' 
 
 The Dictator laughed again. ' Very well, 
 as you please. The world is governed by 
 form and title, and I suppose such dignities 
 lend a decency even to exile in men's eyes. 
 Is it late? I was tired, and slept like a dog.' 
 
 ' Oh no ; it's not late,' Hamilton answered. 
 ' Only just struck eight. You wished to be 
 called, cr I sliouldn't have disturbed you.' 
 
 ' Y^es, yes ; one must get into no bad 
 habits in London. All right ; I'll get up now, 
 and be Avith you in twenty minutes.'
 
 AX EXILE IX LOXDOX 5 
 
 ' Very well, Excellency.' Hamilton bowed 
 as he spoke in Ins most official manner, and 
 withdrew. The Dictator looked after him, 
 langhing softly to himself. 
 
 ' L'excellence malgre lui,' he thought. ' An 
 excellency in spite of myself. Well, I dare 
 say Hamilton is right ; it may serve to fill my 
 sails when I have any sails to fill. In the 
 meantime let us get up and salute London. 
 Thank goodness it isn't raining, at all events.' 
 
 He did his dressino- unaided. ' The best 
 master is his own man ' was an axiom with 
 him. In the most splendid days of Gloria 
 he had always valeted himself ; and in Gloria, 
 where assassination was always a possibility, it 
 was certainly safer. His body servant filled 
 his bath and brought him his brushed clothes ; 
 for the rest he waited upon himself. 
 
 He did not take long in dressing. All his 
 movements were quick, clean, and decisive ; 
 the movements of a man to whom moments
 
 6 THE DICTATOR 
 
 are precious, of a man who lias learnt by long 
 experience liow to do everything as shortly 
 and as well as possible. As soon as he was 
 finished he stood for an instant before the 
 long looking-glass and surveyed himself. A 
 man of rather more than medium height, 
 strongly built, of soldierly carriage, wearing 
 his dark frock-coat like a uniform. His left 
 hand seemed to miss its familiar sword-hilt. 
 The face was bronzed by Southern suns ; the 
 brown eyes were large, and bright, and keen ; 
 the hair was a fair brown, faintly touched 
 liere and there with grey. Ilis full moustache 
 and beard were trimmed to a point, almost in 
 the Ehzabethan fashion. Any serious student 
 of humanity would at once have been attracted 
 by the face. Habitually it wore an expression 
 of gentle gravity, and it could smile very 
 sweetly, but it was the face of a strong man, 
 nevertheless, of a stubborn man, of a man 
 ambitious, a man with clear resolve, personal
 
 AX EXILE IX LOXDON 7 
 
 or otherwise, and prompt to back his resolve 
 with all he had in life, and with life itself. 
 
 He put into his buttonhole the green-and- 
 yellow button which represented the order of 
 the Sword and Myrtle, the great Order of La 
 Gloria, which in Gloria was invested with all 
 the splendour of the Golden Fleece ; the order 
 which could only be worn by those w^ho had 
 actually ruled in the repubhc. That, accord- 
 ing to satirists, did not greatly limit the 
 number of persons who had the right to w^ear 
 it. Then lie formally saluted himself in the 
 looking-glass. ' Excellency,' he said again, 
 and laughed again. Then he opened his 
 double windows and stepped out upon the 
 balcony. 
 
 London was looking at its best just then, 
 and his spirits stirred in grateful response to the 
 sunlight. How^ dismal everything would have 
 •seemed, he was thinking, if the streets had 
 been soaking under a leaden sky, if the trees
 
 8 THE DICTATOR 
 
 luid been dripping dismally, if his glance 
 directed to the street below had rested only 
 npon distended umbrellas glistening like the 
 backs of gigantic crabs ! Now everything was 
 bri^^ht, and London looked as it can look some- 
 times, positively beautiful. Paulo's Hotel stands, 
 as everybody knows, in the pleasantest part 
 of Kniohtsbridore, facing; Kensinoton Gardens. 
 The sky was brilliantly blue, the trees were 
 deliciously a'reen ; Knightsbridge below him 
 lay steeped in a pure gold of sunlight. The 
 animation of the scene cheered him sensibly. 
 May is seldom summery in England, but this 
 might have been a royal day of June. 
 
 Opposite to him he could see the green-grey 
 roofs of Kensington Palace. At his left he 
 could see a public-house which bore the name 
 and stood upon the site of the hostelry where 
 the Pretender's friends gathered on the morn- 
 ing when they expected to see Queen Anne 
 succeeded by the heir to the Ilouse of Stuart.
 
 AN EXILE IN LONDON 9 
 
 Looking from the one place to the other, he 
 reflected upon the events of tliat morning 
 when those gentlemen waited in vain for the 
 expected tidings, Avhen Bolingbroke, seated in 
 the council chamber at 3^onder palace, was so 
 harshly interrupted. It pleased the stranger 
 for a moment to trace a resemblance between 
 the fallen fortunes of the Stuart Prince and 
 his own fallen fortunes, as dethroned Dictator 
 of the South American Eepublic of Gloria. 
 ' London is my St. Germain's,' he said to him- 
 self with a laugh, and he drummed the 
 national hymn of Gloria upon the balcony-rail 
 with his fingers. 
 
 His gaze, wandering over the green 
 bravery of the Park, lost itself in the blue sk3^ 
 He had forgotten London ; his thoiiglits were 
 with another place under a sky of stronger 
 blue, in the White House of a white square in 
 a white town. He seemed to hear the rattle 
 of rifle shots, shrill trumpet calls, angry party
 
 lo THE DICTATOR 
 
 cries, the clatter of desperate charges across 
 the open space, the angry despair of repulses, 
 the piteous pageant of civil war. Knights- 
 bridge knew nothing of all tliat. Danes may 
 have fought there, the chivalry of the White 
 Eose or the Eed Eose ridden there, gallant 
 Cavaliers have spurred along it to fight for 
 their king. All that was past ; no troops 
 moved there now in hostility to brethren of 
 their blood. But to that one Englishman 
 •standing there, moody in spite of the sunlight, 
 the scene whicli his eyes saw was not the 
 tranquil London street, but the Plaza Nacional 
 of Gloria, red with blood, and ' cut up,' in the 
 painter's sense, with corpses. 
 
 ' Shall I ever get back ? Shall I ever get 
 back ? ' that was the burden to which liis 
 thoughts were dancing. Ilis spirit began to 
 rage witliin him to think that he was here, in 
 London, helpless, almost alone, when he ought 
 to be out there, sword in hand, dictating
 
 AN EXILE IN LONDON ii 
 
 terms to rebels repentant or impotent. lie 
 gave a groan at the contrast, and then lie 
 laughed a little bitterly and called himself a 
 fool. ' Thin^TS mis^ht be worse,' he said. 
 ' They might have shot me. Better for them 
 if they had, and worse for Gloria. Yes, I am 
 sure of it — worse for Gloria ! ' 
 
 His mind was back in London now, back 
 in the leafy Park, back in Knightsbridge. lie 
 looked down into the street, and noted that a 
 man was loitering on the opposite side. The 
 man in the street saw that the Dictator noted 
 him. He looked up at the Dictator, looked 
 up above the Dictator, and, raising his hat, 
 pointed as if towards the sky. The Dictator, 
 following the direction of the gesture, turned 
 slightly and looked upwards, and received a 
 sudden thrill of pleasure, for just above him, 
 high in the air, he could see the flutter of a 
 mass of green and yellow, the colours of the 
 national flag of Gloria. Mr. Paulo, mindful
 
 12 THE DICTATOR 
 
 of wliat was due even to exiled sovereignty, 
 had liown tlie Gloiia flag iu honour of the 
 illustrious guest beneath his roof. When that 
 guest looked down again the man in the street 
 had disappeared. 
 
 ' That is a good omen. I accept it,' said 
 the Dictator, ' I wonder wdio my friend w\as ? ' 
 He turned to go back into his room, and in 
 doing so noticed the laurel. 
 
 'Another good omen,' he said. ' ^ly 
 fortunes feel more summer-like already. The 
 old flai? still 11 vino- over me, an unknown friend 
 to cheer me, and a laurel to prophesy victory 
 — what more could an exile wish ? His break- 
 fast, I think,' and on this reflection he Avent 
 back into his bedroom, and, opening tlie door 
 through which Hamilton had talked to him, 
 entered the sittino'-room.
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 A GEXTLEMAX ADVEXTUEErw 
 
 The room wliicli the Dictator entered was an 
 attractive room, bright with flowers, which 
 Miss Paulo had been pleased to arrange her- 
 self — bright with tlic persevering sunshine. 
 It was decorated, like his bedroom, with the 
 restrained richness of the mid-eighteenth 
 century. With discretion, Paulo had sliglitly 
 adapted the accessories of the room to please 
 by suggestion the susceptibilities of its 
 occupant. A marble bust of Caesar stood 
 upon the dwarf bookcase. A copy of a 
 famous portrait of Xapoleon was on one of 
 the walls ; on another an en^ravinfir of Dr. 
 Francia still more delicately associated great
 
 14 THE DICTATOR 
 
 leaders with South America. At a table in 
 one corner of the room — a table honeycombed 
 ■with drawers and pigeon-holes, and covered 
 with papers, letters, documents of all kinds — 
 Hamilton sat writing rapidly. Another table 
 nearer the window, set apart for the Dictator's 
 own use, had everything ready for business — 
 had, moreover, in a graceful bowl of tinted 
 glass, a large yellow carnation, his favourite 
 flower, the flower which had come to be the 
 badge of those of his inclining. This, again, 
 was a touch of Miss Paulo's sympathetic 
 handiwork. 
 
 The Dictator, whose mood had brightened, 
 smiled again at this little proof of personal 
 interest in his welfare. As he entered, 
 Hamilton dropped his pen, sprang to his feet, 
 and advanced respectfully to greet him. The 
 Dictator pointed to the yellow carnation. 
 
 * The way of the exiled autocrat is made 
 smooth for him here, at least,' he said.
 
 A GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER 15 
 
 Hamilton inclined his head gravely. ' Mr. 
 Paulo knows what is due,' he answered, ' to 
 John Ericson, to the victor of San Felipe and 
 the Dictator of Gloria. He knows how to 
 entertain one who is by right, if not in fact, 
 a reigning sovereign.' 
 
 ' He hangs out our banner on the outer 
 wall,' said Ericson, with an assumed gravity 
 as great as Hamilton's own. Then he burst 
 into a laugh and said, 'My dear Hamilton, it's 
 all very well to talk of the victor of San Fehpe 
 and the Dictator of Gloria. But the victor of 
 San Felipe is the victim of the Plaza Xacional, 
 and the Dictator of Gloria is at present but 
 one inconsiderable item added to the exile 
 world of London, one more of the many 
 refugees who hide their heads here, and are 
 unnoted and unknown.' 
 
 His voice had fallen a little as his sentences 
 succeeded each other, and the mirth in his 
 voice had a bitter ring in it when he ended.
 
 1 6 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Ills eye ranged from tlic bust to the picture, 
 and from the picture to the engraving con- 
 templatively. 
 
 Something in tlie contemphition appeared 
 to cheer him, for his look was brighter, and 
 his voice had the old joyous ring in it when 
 he spoke again. It was after a few minutes' 
 silence deferentially observed by Hamilton, 
 who seemed to follow and to respect the 
 course of his leader's thoughts. 
 
 ' Well,' he said, ' how is tlie old world 
 aettins: on ? Does she roll with unabated 
 energy in her familiar orbit, indifferent to the 
 fLill of states and the fate of rulers ? Stands 
 Gloria where slie did ? ' 
 
 Hamilton laughed. 'The world has cer- 
 tainlv not c^rown honest, but tliere are honest 
 men in her. Here is a telegram from Gloria 
 wliich came tliis morning. It was sent, of 
 course, as usual, to our City friends, who sent 
 it on here immediately.' He handed the
 
 A GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER 17 
 
 despatch to liis cliief, who seized it and read 
 it eagerly. It seemed a commonplace message 
 enough — the communication of one commer- 
 cial gentleman in Gloria with another com- 
 mercial gentleman in Farringdon Street. But 
 to the eyes of Hamilton and of Ericson it 
 meant a great deal. It was a secret com- 
 munication from one of the most influential 
 of the Dictator's adlierents in Gloria. It was 
 full of hope, strenuously encouraging. The 
 Dictator's face lightened. 
 
 'Anything else ? ' he ashed. 
 
 ' These letters,' Hamilton answered, taking 
 up a bundle from the desk at which lie had 
 been sitting. 'Five are from money-lenders 
 offering to finance your next attempt. There 
 are thirty-three requests for autographs, 
 twenty-two requests for interviews, one very 
 pressing from " The Catapult," another from 
 " The Moon " — Society papers, I believe ; ten 
 invitations to dinner, six to luncheon ; an 
 
 VOL. I. C 
 
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 1 8 THE DICTATOR 
 
 offer from a well-known lecturing agency to 
 run you in the United States ; an application 
 from a publisher for a series of articles en- 
 titled " Howl Governed Gloria," on your own 
 terms ; a letter from a certain Oisin Stewart 
 Sarrasin, who calls himself Captain, and signs 
 himself a soldier of fortune.' 
 
 ' What does he want ? ' asked Ericson. 
 ' His seems to be the most interesting thing 
 in the lot.' 
 
 ' He offers to lend you his well-worn 
 sword for the re-establishment of your rule. 
 He hints that he has an infallible plan of 
 victory, that in a word he is your very man.' 
 
 The Dictator smiled a little grimly. ' I 
 thought I could do my own fighting,' he said. 
 ' But I suppose everybody will be wanting to 
 help me now, every adventurer in Europe 
 Avho thinks that I can no longer help myself. 
 I don't think we need trouble Captain 
 Stewart. Is that his name ? '
 
 A GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER 19 
 
 ' Stewart Sarrasin.' 
 
 ' Sarrasin — all right. Is that all ? ' 
 
 'Practically all,' Hamilton answered. ' A 
 few other letters of no importance. Stay ; 
 no, I forgot. These cards were left this 
 morning, a little after nine o'clock, by a 
 young lady who rode up attended by her 
 groom.' 
 
 'A young lady,' said EricsoD, in some 
 surprise, as he extended his hand for the 
 cards. 
 
 ' Yes, and a very pretty young lady too,' 
 Hamilton answered, ' for I happened to be in 
 the hall at the time, and saw her.' 
 
 Ericson took the cards and looked at 
 them. They were two in number ; one was 
 a man's card, one a woman's. The man's 
 card bore the legend ' Sir Eupert Langley,' 
 the woman's was merely inscribed 'Helena 
 Langley.' The address was a house at 
 Prince's Gate. 
 
 c 2
 
 20 THE DICTATOR 
 
 The Dictator looked up surprised. ' Sir 
 Eupert Langley, the Foreign Secretary ? ' 
 
 'I suppose it must be,' Hamilton said, 
 ' there can't be two men of the same name. 
 I have a dim idea of reading something about 
 his daughter in the papers some time ago, 
 just before our revolution, but I can't re- 
 member what it was.' 
 
 ' Very good of them to honour fallen 
 greatness, in any case,' Ericson said. ' I 
 seem to have more friends than I dreamed of. 
 In the meantime let us have breakfast.' 
 
 Hamilton rang the bell, and a man 
 brought in the coffee and rolls, which con- 
 stituted the Dictator's sim])le breakfast. 
 While he was eating it he glanced over tlie 
 letters that had come. 'Better refuse all 
 these invitations, Hamilton.' 
 
 Hamilton expostulated. He was Ericson's 
 intimate and adviser, as well as secretary. 
 
 * Do you think that is the best thing to
 
 A GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER 21 
 
 do ? ' he suggested. ' Isn't it better to show 
 yourself as much as possible, to make as 
 many friends as you can ? There's a good 
 deal to be clone in that way, and nothing 
 much else to do for the present. Eeally I 
 think it would be better to accept some of 
 them. Several are from influential political 
 men.' 
 
 ' Do you think these influential political 
 men would help me ? ' the Dictator asked, 
 good-humouredly cynical. ' Did they help 
 Kossuth? Did they help Garibaldi? What 
 I want are war-ships, soldiers, a big loan, not 
 the agreeable conversation of amiable poli- 
 ticians.' 
 
 ' Nevertheless,' Hamilton began to pro- 
 test. 
 
 His chief cut him short. 'Do as you 
 please in the matter, my dear boy,' he said. 
 *It can't do any harm, anyhow. Accept all 
 you think it best to accept ; decline the
 
 22 THE DICTATOR 
 
 others. I leave myself confidently in your 
 hands.' 
 
 ' What are you going to do this morning ? ' 
 Hamilton inquired. ' There are one or tAvo 
 people we ought to think of seeing at once. 
 We mustn't let the grass grow under our 
 feet for one moment.' 
 
 ' My dear boy,' said Ericson good- 
 humouredly, ' the grass shall grow under 
 my feet to-day, so far as all that is concerned. 
 I haven't been in London for ten years, and I 
 have something to do before I do anything 
 else. To-morrow you may do as you please 
 with me. But if you insist upon devoting 
 this day to the cause ' 
 
 ' Of course I do,' said Hamilton. 
 
 ' Then I graciously permit you to work at 
 it all day, while I go off and amuse myself in 
 a way of my own. You might, if you can 
 spare the time, make a call at the Foreign 
 Office and say I should be glad to wait on
 
 A GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER 23 
 
 Sir Eupert Langley there, any day and hour 
 that suit him — we must smooth down the dig- 
 nity of these Foreign Secretaries, I suppose ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, of course,' Hamilton said, peremp- 
 torily. Hamilton took most things gravely; 
 the Dictator usually did not. Hamilton 
 seemed a little put out because his chief 
 should have even indirectly suggested the 
 possibility of his not waiting on Sir Eupert 
 Langley at the Foreign Office. 
 
 ' All right, boy ; it shall be done. And 
 look here, Hamilton, as we are going to do 
 the right thing, why should you not leave 
 cards for me and for yourself at Sir Eupert 
 Langley's house ? You might see the 
 daughter.' 
 
 ' Oh, she never heard of me,' Hamilton 
 said_ hastily. 
 
 ' The daughter of a Foreign Secretary ? ' 
 
 ' Anyhow, of course I'll call if you wish 
 it. Excellency.'
 
 24 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' Good boy ! And do 5^011 know I liave 
 taken a fancy that I slioukl like to see this 
 soldier of fortune, Captain ' 
 
 ' Sarrasin ? ' 
 
 ' Sarrasin — yes. Will you drop him a 
 line and suggest an interview — pretty soon ? 
 You know all about my times and engage- 
 ments.' 
 
 ' Certainly, your Excellenc}',' Hamilton 
 replied, with almost military formality and 
 precision ; and the Dictator departed.
 
 25 
 
 CHAPTEE III 
 
 AT THE GAEDEX GATE 
 
 LoxDO^'ERS are so liabituated to hear London 
 abused as an ugly city that they are disposed 
 too often to accept the accusation humbh'. 
 Yet the accusation is singularly unjust. If 
 much of London is extremely unlovely, much 
 might fairly be called beautiful. The new 
 Chelsea that has arisen on the ashes of the 
 old mieht well arouse the admiration even of 
 the most exasperated foreigner. There are 
 recently created regions in that great tract of 
 the earth's surface known as South Kensino;- 
 ton which in their quaintness of architectural 
 form and braveness of red brick can defy the 
 gloom of a civic March or Xovember. Old
 
 26 THE DICTATOR 
 
 London is disappearing day by day, but bits 
 of it remain, bits dear to those familiar witli 
 them, bits worth the enterprise of the adven 
 tiirous, which call for frank admiration 
 and frank praise even of people who hated 
 London as fully as Heinrich Heine did. But 
 of all parts of the great capital none perhaps 
 deserve so fully the title to be called beauti- 
 ful as some portions of Hampstead Heath. 
 
 Some such reflections floated lightly 
 through the mind of a man who stood, on 
 this May afternoon, on a high point of 
 Hampstead Hill. He had climbed thither 
 from a certain point just beyond the Eegent's 
 Park, to which he had driven from Knights- 
 bridge. From that point out the way was 
 a familiar way to him, and he enjoyed 
 walking along it and noting old spots and 
 the changes that time had wrought. Now, 
 having reached the highest point of the 
 ascent, he paused, standing on tlie grass of
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 27 
 
 the heath, and turniDg round, with his back 
 to the country, looked down upon the 
 town. 
 
 There is no better place from which to 
 survey London. To impress a stranger with 
 any sense of the charm of London as a whole, 
 let him be taken to that vantage-ground and 
 bidden to gaze. The great city seemed to lie 
 below and around him as in a hollow, tinged 
 and glorified by the luminous haze of the 
 May day. The countless spires which pointed 
 to heaven in all directions gave the vast 
 agglomeration of buildings something of an 
 Italian air ; it reminded the beholder agree- 
 ably of Florence. To right and to left the 
 gigantic city spread, its grey wreath of 
 eternal smoke resting lightly upon its fretted 
 head, the faint roar of its endless activity 
 coming up distinctly there in the clear wind- 
 less air. The beholder surveyed it and 
 sighed slightly, as he traced meaningless
 
 28 THE DICTATOR 
 
 symbols on the turf with the point of his 
 stick. 
 
 ' What did Ca3sar say ? ' he murmured. 
 < Better be the first man in a viUage than the 
 second man in Rome ! Well, there never 
 was any chance of my being the second man 
 in Rome ; but, at least, I have been the first 
 man in mv villaij^e, and that is something?. I 
 suppose I reckon as about the last man there 
 now. Well, we shall see.' 
 
 He shrucf^ed his shoulders, nodded a fare- 
 well to the city below him, and, turning 
 round, proceeded to walk leisurely across 
 the Heath. The grass was soft and springy, 
 the earth seemed to answer with agree- 
 able elasticity to his tread, the air was 
 exquisitely clear, keen, and exhilarating. He 
 began to move more briskly, feehng quite 
 boyish again. The years seemed to roll away 
 from him as rifts of sea fog roll away before 
 a wind.
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 29 
 
 Even Gloria seemed as if it bad never 
 been — aye, and things before Gloria was, 
 events when he was still really quite a young 
 man. 
 
 He cut at the tufted grasses with his stick, 
 swino^incs: it in dexterous circles as if it had 
 been his sword. He found himself humming 
 a tune almost unconsciously, but when he 
 paused to consider what the tune was he found 
 it was the national march of Gloria. Then he 
 stopped humming, and went on for. a while 
 silently and less joyousl3\ But the gladness 
 of the fine morning, of the clear air, of the 
 familiar place, took possession of him again. 
 His face once more unclouded and his spirits 
 mounted. 
 
 ' The place hasn't changed much,' he said 
 to himself, looking around him while he walked. 
 Then he corrected himself, for it had changed 
 a good deal. There were many more red 
 brick houses dotting the landscape than there
 
 30 THE DICTATOR 
 
 had been when he last looked upon it some 
 seven years earlier. 
 
 In all directions these red houses were 
 springing up, quaintly gabled, much veran- 
 dahed, pointed, fantastic, brilhant. They 
 made the whole neighbourhood of the Heath 
 look hke the Merrie England of a comic opera. 
 Yet they were pretty in their way ; many were 
 designed by able architects, and pleased with 
 a balanced sense of proportion and an impres- 
 sion of beauty and fitness. Many, of course, 
 lacked this, were but cheap and clumsy imi- 
 tations of a prevailiug mode, but, taken all 
 together, the effect was agreeable, the effect of 
 the varied reds, russet, and scarlet and warm 
 crimson against the fresh green of the grass 
 and trees and the pale faint blue of tlie May 
 sky. 
 
 To the observer they seemed to suit very 
 well the place, the climate, the conditions of 
 life. They were infinitely better than suburban
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 31 
 
 and rural cottages people used to build when 
 he was a boy. His mind drifted away to the 
 kind of houses he had been more famihar with 
 of late years, houses half Spanish, half tropical, 
 with their wide courtyards and gaily striped 
 awnings and white walls glaring under a glar- 
 
 ing sun. 
 
 ' Yes, all this is very restful,' he thought — 
 ' restful, peaceful, wholesome.' He found him- 
 self repeating softly the lines of Browning, 
 beginning, 'Oh to be in England now that 
 April's here,' and the transitions of thought 
 carried him to that other poem beginning ' It 
 was roses, roses, all the way,' with its satire 
 on fallen ambition. Thinking of it, he first 
 frowned and then laughed. 
 
 He walked a little way, cresting the rising 
 ground, till he came to an open space with an 
 unbroken view over the level country to Bar- 
 net. Here, the last of the houses that could 
 claim to belong to the great London army
 
 33 THE DICTATOR 
 
 stood alone iii its own considerable space of 
 ground. It was a very old-fashioned house ; 
 it had been half farmhouse, half liall, in the 
 latter days of the last century, and the dull 
 red brick of its walls, and the dull red tiles of 
 its roof showed warm and attractive through 
 the green of the encirclino' trees. There was 
 a small garden in front, planted with pine 
 trees, through which a winding path led up to 
 the low porch of the dwelhng. Behind the 
 house a very large garden extended, a great 
 garden which he knew so well, with its lengtlis 
 of undulating russet orchard wall, and its divi- 
 sions into flower garden and fruit garden and 
 vegetable garden, and the field beyond, wdierc 
 successive generations of ponies fed, and wdiere 
 he had loved to play in boyhood. 
 
 He rested his liand on the upper rim of 
 the garden gate, and looked wdth curious 
 affection at the inscription in faded gold letters 
 that ran along it. The inscription read, * Bla-
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 33 
 
 rulfsgarth,' and he remembered ever so far 
 back asking what that inscription meant, and 
 being told that it was Icelandic, and that it 
 meant the Garth, or Farm, of the Blue Wolf. 
 And he remembered, too, being told the tale 
 from which the name came, a tale that was 
 related of an ancestor of his, real or imaginary, 
 who had lived and died centuries ago in a grey 
 northern land. It was curious that, as he 
 stood there, so many recollections of his child- 
 hood should come back to him. He was a 
 man, and not a very young man, when he last 
 laid his hand upon that gate, and yet it seemed 
 to him now as if he had left it when he was 
 quite a little cliild, and was returning now for 
 the first time with the feelings of a man to the 
 place where he had passed his infancy. 
 
 His hand slipped down to the latch, but he 
 did not yet lift it. He still hngered while he 
 turned for a moment and looked over the wide 
 extent of level smiling country that stretched 
 
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 54 THE DICTATOR 
 
 out and away before him. The last time he 
 had looked on that sweep of earth he was 
 going off to seek adventure in a far land, in a 
 new world. He had thought himself a broken 
 man ; he was sick of England ; his thoughts 
 in their desperation had turned to the country 
 which was only a name to him, the country 
 where lie was born. Now the day came vividly 
 back to liim on which he had said good-bye 
 to that place, and looked with a melancholy 
 disdain upon the soft English fields. It was 
 an earlier season of the year, a day towards 
 the end of March, when the skies were still 
 but faintly blue, and there was little green 
 abroad. Ten years ago : how many things 
 had passed in those ten years, what struggles 
 and successes, what struggles again, all ending 
 in that three days' fight and the last stand in 
 the Plaza Nacional of Valdorado ! He turned 
 away from the scene and pressed his hand 
 upon the latch.
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 35' 
 
 As lie touclied the latch someone appeared 
 in the porch. It was an old lady dressed in 
 black. She had soft grey hair, and on that 
 grey hair she wore an old-fashioned cap that 
 was almost coquettish by very reason of its 
 old fashion. She had a very sweet, kind face, 
 all cockled with wrinkles like a sheet of crum- 
 pled tissue paper, but very beautiful in its age. 
 It was a face that a modern French painter 
 would have loved to paint — a face that a 
 sculptor of the Eenaissance would have de- 
 lighted to reproduce in faithful, faultless bronze 
 or marble. 
 
 At sight of the sweet old lady the Dic- 
 tator's heart gave a great leap, and he pressed 
 down the latch hurriedly and swung the gate 
 wide open. The sound of the clicking latch 
 and the swinging gate slightly grinding on the 
 path aroused the old lady's attention. She 
 saw the Dictator, and, with a little cry of joy, 
 running with an almost girlish activity to meet 
 
 D 2
 
 36 THE DICTATOR 
 
 the bearded man who was coming rapidly 
 along the pathway, in anotlier moment she 
 had caught him in her arms and was clasping 
 him and kissing him enthusiastically. The 
 Dictator returned her caresses warmly. He 
 was smihng, but there were tears in his 
 eyes. It was so odd being welcomed back 
 like this in the old place after all that had 
 passed. 
 
 * I knew you would come to-day, my 
 dear,' the old lady said half sobbing, half 
 laughing. ' You said you would, and I knew 
 you would. You would come to your old 
 aunt first of all.' 
 
 ' Why, of course, of course I would, my 
 dear,' the Dictator answered, softly touching 
 the grey hair on the forehead below the 
 frilled cap. 
 
 'But I didn't expect you so early,' the 
 old lady went on. 'I didn't think you would 
 get up so soon on your first morning.
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 37 
 
 You must be so tired, my dear, so very- 
 tired.' 
 
 She was holding his left hand in her 
 right now, and they were walking slowly side 
 by side up by the little path through the fir 
 trees to the house. 
 
 ' Oh, I'm not so very tired as all that 
 comes to,' he said with a laugh. 'A long 
 voyage is a restful thing, and I had time to 
 
 get over the fatigue of the ' he seemed to 
 
 pause an instant for a word ; then he went 
 on, ' the trouble, while I was on board the 
 " Almirante Cochrane." Do you know they 
 were quite kind to me on board tlie 
 *' Almirante Cochrane " ? ' 
 
 The old lady's delicate face flushed 
 angrily. ' The wretches, the wicked 
 wretches ! ' she said quite fiercely, and the 
 thin fingers closed tightly upon his and 
 5hook, agitating the lace rufiles at her 
 wrists.
 
 38 THE DICTATOR 
 
 The Dictator laughed agam. It seemed 
 too strange to have all those ^vild adven- 
 tures quietly discussed in a Ilampstead 
 garden with a silver-haired elderly lady in 
 a cap. 
 
 ' Oh, come,' he said, ' they weren't so bad ; 
 tliey weren't half bad, really. Why, you 
 know, they might have shot me out of hand. 
 I think if I had been in their place I should 
 have shot out of hand, do you know, 
 aunt ? ' 
 
 'Oh, surely they would never have dared 
 — you an Englishman ? ' 
 
 ' I am a citizen of Gloria, aunt.' 
 ' You who were so good to them.' 
 ' Well, as to my being good to tliem, 
 there are two to tell that tale. The gentle- 
 men of the Congress don't put a liigli price 
 upon my goodness, I fancy.' He laughed a little 
 bitterly. 'I certainly meant to do them 
 some good, and I even thought I had sue-
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 39 
 
 ceeded. My dear aunt, people don't always 
 like being done good to. I remember that 
 myself wlien I was a small boy. I used to 
 fret and fume at the things which were done 
 for my good ; that was because I was a child. 
 The crowd is always a child.' 
 
 They had come to the j)orch by this 
 time, and had stopped short at the threshold. 
 The little porch was draped in flowers and 
 foliage, and looked very pretty. 
 
 ' You were always a good child,' said the 
 old lady affectionately. 
 
 Ericson looked down at her rather wist- 
 fully. 
 
 ' Do you think I was ? ' he asked, and 
 there was a tender irony in his voice which 
 made the playful question almost pathetic. 
 ' If I had been a good child I should have 
 been content and had no roving disposition, 
 and have found my home and my world 
 at Hampstead, instead of straying off into
 
 40 THE DICTATOR 
 
 another hemisphere, only to be sent back at 
 last like a bad penny.' 
 
 ' So you would,' said the old lady, very 
 softly, more as if she were speaking to herself 
 than to him. ' So you would if ' 
 
 She did not finish her sentence. But her 
 nephew, who knew and understood, repeated 
 the last word. 
 
 ' If,' he said, and he, too, sighed. 
 
 The old lady caught the sound, and with 
 a pretty little air of determination she called 
 up a smile to her face. 
 
 ' Shall we go into the house, or shall we 
 sit awhile in the garden ? It is almost too 
 fine a day to be indoors.' 
 
 * Oh, let us sit out, please,' said Ericson. 
 He had driven the sorrow from his voice, and 
 its tones were almost joyous. ' Is the old 
 garden-seat still there ? ' 
 
 ' Why, of course it is. I sit there always 
 in fine weather.*
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 41 
 
 They wandered round to the back by a 
 path that skirted the house, a path all 
 broidered with rose-bushes. At the back, 
 the garden was very large, beginning with 
 a spacious stretch of lawn that ran right up 
 to the wide French windows. There were 
 several noble old trees which stood sentinel 
 over this part of the garden, and beneath one 
 of these trees, a very ancient elm, was the 
 sturdy garden-seat which the Dictator remem- 
 bered so well. 
 
 ' How many pleasant fairy tales you have 
 told me under this tree, aunt,' said the 
 Dictator, as soon as they had sat down. ' I 
 should like to lie on the* grass again and 
 listen to your voice, and dream of Njal, and 
 Grettir, and Sigurd, as I used to do.' 
 
 ' It is your turn to tell me stories now,' 
 said the old lady. ' Not fairy stories, but 
 true ones.' 
 
 The Dictator lausrhed. ' You know all that
 
 42 THE DICTATOR 
 
 there is to tell,' lie said. ' What my letters 
 didn't say you must have found from the 
 newspapers.' 
 
 ' ]3ut I want to know more than you 
 wrote, more than the newspapers gave — 
 everything.' 
 
 ' In fact, you want a full, true, and par- 
 ticular account of the late remarkable 
 revolution in Gloria, which ended in the 
 deposition and exile of the alien tyrant. 
 My dear aunt, it would take a couple of 
 wrecks at the least computation to do the 
 theme justice.' 
 
 ' I am sure tliat I shouldn't tire of listen- 
 in<z,' said Miss Ericson, and there were tears 
 in her bright old eyes and a tremor in her 
 brave old voice as she said so. 
 
 The Dictator laughed, but he stooped and 
 kissed the old lady again very affectionately. 
 
 ' Why, you would be as bad as I used to 
 be,' he said. 'I never was tired of your
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 43 
 
 sagas^ and when one came to an end I a\ anted 
 a new one at once, or at least the old one 
 over again.' 
 
 He looked away from her and all around 
 the garden as he spoke. The winds and 
 rains and suns of all those years had altered 
 it but little. 
 
 ' We talk of the shortness of life,' he said ; 
 ' but sometimes life seems quite long. Think 
 of the years and years since I was a little 
 fellow, and sat here where I sit now, then, as 
 now, by your side, and cried at the deeds of 
 my forbears and sighed for the gods of the 
 North. Do you remember ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, yes ; oh, yes. How could I forget? 
 You, my dear, in your bustling life might 
 forget ; but I, day after day in this great 
 old garden, may be forgiven for an old 
 woman's fancy that time has stood still, 
 and that you are still the httle boy I love 
 so well/
 
 44 THE DICTATOR 
 
 She held out her hand to liim, and he 
 clasped it tenderly, full of an affectionate 
 emotion that did not call for speech. 
 
 There were somewhat similar thoughts in 
 both their minds. He was asking himself if, 
 after all, it would not have been just as well 
 to remain in that tranquil nook, so sheltered 
 from the storms of life, so consecrated by- 
 tender affection. What had he done that was 
 worth rising up to cross the street for, after 
 all ? He had dreamed a dream, and had been 
 harshly awakened. What was the good of it 
 all ? A melancholy seemed to settle upon him 
 in that place, so filled witli the memories of 
 his childhood. As for his companion, she was 
 asking herself if it would not have been better 
 for him to stay at home and live a quiet 
 English life, and be her help and solace. 
 
 Both looked up from their reverie, met 
 each other's melancholy glances, and smiled. 
 
 ' Why,' said Miss Ericson, ' what nonsense
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 45 
 
 this is ! Here are we who have not met for 
 ages, and we can find nothing better to do than 
 to sit and brood ! We ought to be ashamed 
 of ourselves.' 
 
 ' We ought,' said the Dictator, ' and for my 
 poor part I am. So you want to hear my 
 adventures ? ' 
 
 Miss Ericson nodded, but the narrative was 
 interrupted. The wide French windows at the 
 back of the house opened and a man entered 
 the garden. His smooth voice was heard 
 explaining to the maid that he would join 
 Miss Ericson in the garden. 
 
 The new-comer made his way along the 
 garden, with extended hand, and bhnking 
 amiably. The Dictator, turning at his 
 approach, surveyed him with some surprise. 
 He was a larcre, looselv made man, with a large 
 white face, and his somewhat ungainly body 
 was clothed in loose hght material that was 
 almost white in hue. His large and slightly
 
 46 THE DICTATOR 
 
 surprised eyes were of a kindly blue ; his 
 hair was a vague yellow ; his large mouth 
 was weak ; his pointed chin was undecided. 
 He dimly suggested some association to the 
 Dictator ; after a few seconds he found that the 
 association was with the Knave of Hearts in 
 an ordinary pack of playing-cards. 
 
 ' This is a friend of mine, a neighbour who 
 often pays me a visit,' said the old lady 
 hurriedly, as the white figure loomed along 
 towards them. ' He is a most agreeable man, 
 very companionable indeed, and learned, 
 too — extremely learned.' 
 
 This was all that she had time to say before 
 the white gentleman came too close to them to 
 permit of further conversation concerning his 
 merits or defects. 
 
 The new-comer raised his hat, a huge, 
 white, loose, shapeless felt, in keeping with his 
 ill-defined attire, and made an awkward bow 
 which at once included the old lady and the
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 47 
 
 Dictator, on whom the blue eyes beamed for 
 a moment in good-natured wonder. 
 
 ' Good morning, Miss Ericson,' said the 
 new-comer. He spoke to Miss Ericson ; but 
 it was evident that his thoughts were dis- 
 tracted. His vague bkie eyes were fixed in 
 benign bewilderment upon the Dictator's 
 face. 
 
 Miss Ericson rose ; so did Iier nephew. 
 Miss Ericson spoke. 
 
 ' Good morning, Mr. Sarrasin. Let me 
 present you to my nephew, of whom you have 
 heard so much. JSTephew, this is Mr. Gilbert 
 Sarrasin.' 
 
 The new-comer extended both hands ; they 
 were very large liands, and very soft and very 
 white. He enfolded the Dictator's extended 
 right hand in one of his, and beamed upon 
 him in unaffected joy. 
 
 ' Not your nephew, Miss Ericson — not the 
 hero of the hour ? Is it possible ; is it pos-
 
 48 THE DICTATOR 
 
 sible ? My dear sir, my very dear and 
 honoured sir, I cannot tell you how rejoiced I 
 am, how proud I am, to have the privilege of 
 meeting you.' 
 
 The Dictator returned his friendly clasp 
 with a warm pressure. He was somewhat 
 amused by this unexpected enthusiasm. 
 
 ' You are very good indeed, Mr. Sarrasin.' 
 Then, repeating the name to himself, he 
 added, ' Your name seems to be familiar to 
 me.' 
 
 The white gentleman shook his head with 
 something like playful repudiation. 
 
 ' Not my name, I think ; no, not my name, 
 I feel sure.' He accent uatedthe possessive pro- 
 noun strongly, and then proceeded to explain 
 the accentuation, smiling more and more 
 amiably as he did so. ' No, not my name ; 
 my brother's — my brother's, I fancy.' 
 
 ' Your brother's ? " the Dictator said in- 
 quiringly. Tliere was some association in
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 49 
 
 his mind with the name of Sarrasin, but he 
 could not reduce it to precise knowledge. 
 
 ' Yes, my brother/ said the white gentle- 
 man. ' My brother, Oisin Stewart Sarrasin, 
 whose name, I am proud to think, is familiar 
 in many parts of the world.' 
 
 The recollection he was seeking came to 
 the Dictator. It was the name that Hamilton 
 had given to him that morning, the name of 
 the man who had written to him, and who had 
 signed himself ' a soldier of fortune.' He 
 smiled back at the white gentleman. 
 
 'Yes,' he said truthfully, 'I have heard 
 your brother's name. It is a striking name.' 
 
 The white gentleman was dehghted. He 
 rubbed his large white hands together, and 
 almost seemed as if he might purr in the 
 excess of his gratification. He glanced enthu- 
 siastically at Miss Ericson. 
 
 ' Ah ! ' he went on. ' My brother is a 
 remarkable man. I may even say so in your 
 
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 50 THE DICTATOR 
 
 illustrious presence ; he is a remarkable man. 
 There are degrees, of course,' and he bowed 
 apologetically to the Dictator ; ' but he is 
 remarkable.' 
 
 ' I have not the least doubt of that,' said 
 the Dictator politely. 
 
 The white gentleman seemed much pleased. 
 At a sign from Miss Ericson he sat down upon 
 a garden-chai^, still slowly and contentedly 
 rubbing his white hands together. Miss 
 Ericson and her nephew resumed their seats. 
 
 ' Captain Sarrasin is a great traveller,' 
 Miss Ericson said explanatorily to the Dictator. 
 The Dictator bowed his head. He did not 
 quite know what to say, and so, for the 
 moment, said nothing. The white gentleman 
 took advantage of the pause. 
 
 ' Yes,' he said, ' yes, my brother is a great 
 traveller. A wonderful man, sir ; all parts of 
 the wide world are as familiar as home to 
 him. The deserts of the nomad Arabs, the
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE sr 
 
 Prairies of the great West, the Steppes of the 
 frozen North, the Pampas of South America ; 
 why, he knows them all better than most 
 people know Piccadilly.' 
 
 ' South America ? ' questioned the Dictator ; 
 * your brother is acquainted with South 
 America ? ' 
 
 'Intimately acquainted,' replied Mr. 
 Sarrasin. ' I hope you will meet him. You 
 and he might have much to talk about. He 
 knew Gloria in the old days.' 
 
 The Dictator expressed courteously his 
 desire to have the pleasure of meeting Captain 
 Sarrasin. ' And you, are you a traveller as 
 well .P ' he asked. 
 
 Mr. Sarrasin shook his head, and when 
 he spoke there was a certain accent of plain- 
 tiveness in his reply. 
 
 ' No,' he said, ' not at all, not at all. My 
 brother and I resemble each other very 
 slightly. He has the w^anderer's spirit ; I am 
 
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 •u<^iTV OF U-UliUli
 
 5i THE DICTATOR 
 
 a confirmed stay-at-home. While he thinks 
 nothing of starting off at any moment for the 
 other ends of the earth, I have never been 
 outside our island, have never been much 
 away from London.* 
 
 ' Isn't that curious ? ' asked Miss Ericson, 
 who evidently took much pleasure in the 
 conversation of the white gentleman. The 
 Dictator assented. It was very curious. 
 
 ' Yet I am fond of travel, too, in my way,' 
 Mr. Sarrasin went on, delighted to have found 
 an appreciative audience. ' I read about it 
 largely. I read all the old books of travel, 
 and all the new ones, too, for the matter of 
 that. I have quite a little library of voyages, 
 travels, and explorations in my little home. 
 I should like you to see it some time if you 
 should so far honour me.' 
 
 The Dictator declared that he should be 
 delighted. Mr. Sarrasin, much encouraged, 
 
 went on agam.
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 53 
 
 ' There is nothing I like better than to sit 
 by my fire of a winter's evening, or in my 
 garden of a summer afternoon, and read of 
 the adventures of great travellers. It makes 
 me feel as if I had travelled myself.' 
 
 ' And Mr. Sarrasin tells me what he has 
 read, and makes me, too, feel travelled,' said 
 Miss Ericson. 
 
 ' Perhaps you get all the pleasure in that 
 way with none of the fatigue,' the Dictator 
 suggested. 
 
 Mr. Sarrasin nodded. ' Very likely we 
 do. I think it was a Kempis who protested 
 against the vanity of wandering. But I fear 
 it was not h. Kempis's reasons that deterred 
 me ; but an invincible laziness and uncon- 
 querable desire to be doing nothing.' 
 
 * Travelhng is generally uncomfortable,' 
 the Dictator admitted. He was beginning to 
 feel an interest in his curious, whimsical 
 interlocutor.
 
 54 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' Yes,' Mr. Sarrasin went on dreamily. 
 * But there are times when I regret the 
 absence of experience. I have tramped in 
 fancy through tropical forests with Stanley or 
 Cameron, dwelt in the desert with Burton, 
 battled in Nicaragua with Walker, but all 
 only as it were in dreams.' 
 
 ' We are such stuff as dreams are made 
 of,' the Dictator observed sententiously. 
 
 ' And our little lives are rounded by a 
 sleep,' Miss Ericson said softly, completing the 
 quotation. 
 
 ' Yes, yes,' said Mr. Sarrasin ; ' but mine 
 are dreams within a dream.' He was begin- 
 ning to grow quite communicative as he sat 
 there with his big stick between his knees, 
 and his amorphous felt hat pushed back from 
 his broad white forehead. 
 
 ' Sometimes my travels seem very real to 
 me. If I have been reading Ford or King- 
 lake, or Warburton or Lane, I have but to
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 55 
 
 lay the volume down and close my eyes, and 
 all that I have been reading about seems to 
 take shape and sound, and colour and life. 
 I hear the tinkling of the mule-bells and the 
 guttural cries of the muleteers, and I see the 
 Spanish market-place, with its arcades and its 
 ancient cathedral ; or the delicate pillars of 
 the Parthenon, yellow in the clear Athenian 
 air ; or Stamboul, where the East and West 
 join hands ; or Egypt and the desert, and the 
 Nile and the pyramids ; or the Holy Land 
 and the walls of Jerusalem — ah ! it is all very 
 wonderful, and then I open my eyes and blink 
 at my dying fire, and look at my slippered 
 feet, and remember that I am a stout old 
 gentleman who has never left his native land, 
 and I yawn and take my candle and go to my 
 bed; 
 
 There was something so curiously pathetic 
 and yet comic about the white gentleman's 
 case, about his odd blend of bookish know-
 
 56 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ledge and personal inexperience, that the 
 Dictator could scarcely forbear smiling. But 
 he did forbear, and he spoke with all gravity, 
 
 * I am not sure that you haven't the better 
 part after all,' he said. ' I find that the chief 
 pleasure of travel lies in recollection. Yoii 
 seem to get the recollection without the 
 trouble.* 
 
 * Perhaps so,' said Mr. Sarrasin ; ' perhaps 
 so. But I think I would rather have had the 
 trouble as well. Believe me, my dear sir, 
 believe a dreamer, that action is better than 
 dreams. Ah ! how much better it is for you, 
 sir, to sit here, a disappointed man for the 
 moment it may be, but a man with a glowing 
 past behind him, than, like me, to have 
 nothing to look back upon ! My adventures; 
 are but compounded out of the essences of 
 many books. I have never really lived a 
 day ; you have lived every day of your life. 
 Believe me, you are much to be envied.'
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 57 
 
 There was genuine conviction in the white 
 gentleman's voice as he spoke these words, 
 and the note of genuine conviction troubled 
 the Dictator in his uncertainty whether to 
 laugh or cry. He chose a medium course 
 and smiled slightly. 
 
 ' I should think, Mr. Sarrasin, that you 
 are the only one in London to-day who looks 
 upon me as a man much to be envied. 
 London, if it thinks of me at all, thinks of me 
 only as a disastrous failure, as an unsuccessful 
 exile — a man of no account, in a word.' 
 
 Mr. Sarrasin shook his head vehemently. 
 ' It is not so,' he protested, * not so at all. 
 Nobody really thinks Hke that, but if every* 
 body else did, my brother Oisin Stewart 
 Sarrasin certainly does not think like that^ 
 and his opinion is better worth having than 
 that of most other men. You have no 
 warmer admirer in the world than my 
 brother, Mr. Ericson.'
 
 58 THE DICTATOR 
 
 The Dictator expressed much satisfaction 
 at having earned the good opinion of Mr. 
 Sarrasin's brother. 
 
 ' You would like him, I am sure/ said 
 Mr. Sarrasin. ' You would find him a kindred 
 spirit.' 
 
 The Dictator graciously expressed his 
 confidence that he should find a kindred spirit 
 in Mr. Sarrasin's brother. Then Mr. Sarrasin, 
 apparently much delighted with his interview, 
 rose to his feet and declared that it was 
 time for him to depart. He shook hands 
 very warmly with Miss Ericson, but he held 
 the Dictator's hands with a grasp that was 
 devoted in its enthusiasm. Then, expressing 
 repeatedly the hope that he might soon 
 meet the Dictator again, and once more 
 assuring him of the kinship between the 
 Dictator and Captain Oisin Stewart Sarrasin, 
 the white gentleman took himself off, a pale 
 bulky figure looming heavily across the grassy
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 59 
 
 lawn and tlirougli the Frencli window into 
 the darkness of the sitting-room. 
 
 When he was quite out of sight the 
 Dictator, who had followed his retreating 
 figure with his eyes, turned to Miss Ericson 
 with a look of inquiry. Miss Ericson 
 smiled. 
 
 ' Who is Mr. Sarrasin ? ' the Dictator 
 asked. ' He has come up since my time.' 
 
 ' Oh, yes ; he first came to live here about 
 six years ago. He is one of the best souls in 
 the world ; simple, good-hearted, an eternal 
 child.* 
 
 ' What 18 he ? ' the Dictator asked. 
 
 ' Well, he is nothing in particular now. He 
 was in the City, his father was the head of a 
 •very wealthy firm of tea merchants, Sarrasin, 
 Jermyn, & Co. When the father died a few 
 years ago he left all his property to ^Ir. 
 Gilbert, and then Mr. Gilbert went out of 
 business and came here.'
 
 eo THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' He does not look as if he would make a 
 very good business man/ said the Dictator. 
 
 * No ; but he was very patient and devoted 
 to it for liis father's sake. Now, since he has 
 been free to do as he likes, he has devoted him- 
 self to folk-lore.' 
 
 * To folk-lore ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, to the study of fairy tales, of com- 
 parative mythology. I am quite learned in it 
 now since I have had Mr. Sarrasin for a 
 neighbour, and know more about "Puss in 
 Boots " and '' Jack and the Beanstalk " than I 
 ever did when I was a girl.' 
 
 ' Eeally,' said the Dictator, with a kind of 
 sigh. ' Does he devote himself to fairy tales ? ' 
 It crossed his mind that a few moments before 
 he had been thinking of himself as a small 
 child in that garden, with a taste for fairy 
 tales, and regretting that he had not stayed 
 in that garden. Now, with the dust of battle 
 and the ashes of defeat upon him, he came
 
 AT THE GARDE A' GATE 6i 
 
 back to find a man much older than himself, 
 who seemed still to remain a child, and to be 
 entranced with fairy tales. ' I wish I were 
 like that,' the Dictator said to himself, and 
 then the veil seemed to lift, and he saw again 
 the Plaza Nacional of Gloria, and the Govern- 
 ment Palace, where he had laboured at laws 
 for a free people. ' No,' he thought, ' no ; 
 action, action.' 
 
 ' What are you thinking of ? ' asked Miss 
 Ericson softly. ' You seem to be quite lost in 
 thought.' 
 
 ' I was thinking of Mr. Sarrasin,' answered 
 the Dictator. 'Forgive me for letting my 
 thoughts drift. And the brother, what sort 
 of man is this wonderful brother ? ' 
 
 ' I have only seen the brother a very few 
 times,' said Miss Ericson dubiously. ' I can 
 hardly form an opinion. I do not think he is 
 as nice as his brother, or, indeed, as nice as 
 his brother believes him to be.'
 
 62 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' What is his record ? ' 
 
 ' He didn't get on with his father. He was 
 sent against his will to China to work in the 
 firm's offices in Shanghai. But he hated the 
 business, and broke away and entered the 
 Chinese army, I believe, and his father was 
 furious and cut him off. Since then he has 
 been all over the world, and served all sorts 
 of causes. I believe he is a kind of soldier of 
 fortune.' 
 
 The Dictator smiled, remembering Captain 
 Sarrasin's own words. 
 
 ' And has he made his fortune ? ' 
 
 'Oh, no; I believe not. But Gilbert be- 
 haved so well. When he came into the pro- 
 perty he wanted to share it all with his 
 disinherited brother, for whom he has the 
 greatest affection.' 
 
 * A good fellow, your Gilbert Sarrasin.' 
 
 ' The best. But the brother wouldn't take 
 it, and it was with difficulty that Gilbert in-
 
 AT THE GARDEN GATE 63 
 
 duced him to accept so much as would allow 
 him a small certainty of income.' 
 
 'So. A good fellow, too, your Oisin 
 Stewart Sarrasin, it would seem ; at least in 
 that particular/ 
 
 ' Yes ; of course. The brothers don't 
 meet very often, for Captain Sarrasin ' 
 
 ' Where does he take his title from ? ' 
 
 ' He was captain in some Turkish irregular 
 cavalry.' 
 
 ' Turkish irregular cavalry ? That must 
 be a delightful corps,' the Dictator said with a 
 smile. 
 
 ' At least he was captain in several services,' 
 Miss Ericson went on ; ' but I believe that is 
 the one he prefers and still holds. As I was 
 going to say, Captain Sarrasin is almost always 
 abroad.' 
 
 'Well, I feel curious to meet him. They 
 are a strange pair of brothers.' 
 
 ' They are, but we ought to talk of nothing
 
 64 THE DICTATOR 
 
 but you to-day. All, my dear, it is so good 
 to have you with me again.* 
 
 ' Dear old aunt ! ' 
 
 ' Let me see much of you now that you 
 have come back. Would it be any use asking 
 you to stop here ? ' 
 
 ' Later, every use. Just at this moment I 
 mustn't. Till I see how things are going to 
 turn out I must live down there in London. 
 But my heart is here with you in this green 
 old garden, and where my heart is I hope to 
 bring my battered old body very often. I 
 will stop to luncheon with you if you will let 
 me.' 
 
 ' Let you ? My dear, I wish you were 
 always stopping here.' And the grey old lady 
 put her arms round the neck of the Dictator 
 and kissed him again.
 
 65 
 
 CHAPTEE lY 
 
 THE LANGLEYS 
 
 That same day there was a luncheon party 
 at the new town house of the Langleys, 
 Prince's Gate. The Langleys were two in 
 number all told, father and daughter. 
 
 Sir Eupert Langley was a remarkable man, 
 but his daughter, Helena Langley, was a 
 much more remarkable woman. The few 
 handfuls of people who considered them- 
 selves to constitute the world in London had 
 at one time talked much about Sir Eupert, 
 but now they talked a great deal more about 
 his daughter. Sir Eupert was once grimly 
 amused, at a great party in a great house, to 
 
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 66 THE DICTATOR 
 
 bear himself pointed out by a knowing yoiitli 
 as Helena Langley's father. 
 
 There was a time when people thought, 
 and Sir Eupert thought with them, that 
 Eupert Langley was to do great deeds in the 
 world. He had entered political life at an 
 early age, as all the Langleys had done since 
 the days of Anne, and he made more than a 
 figure there. He had travelled in Central 
 Asia in days when travel there or anywhere 
 else was not so easy as it is now, and he 
 had published a book of his travels before 
 he was three-and-twenty, a book which was 
 highly praised, and eagerly read. He was 
 saluted as a sort of coming authority upon 
 Eastern affairs in a day when the importance 
 of Eastern affairs was bec^innino* to dawn 
 dimly upon the insular mind, and he made 
 several stirring speeches in the House of 
 Commons which confirmed his reputation as 
 a coming man. He was very dogmatic, vciy
 
 THE LAXGLEYS .67 
 
 determined in his opinions, very confident of 
 his own superior knowledge, and possessed of 
 a deo^ree of knowledge which justified his con- 
 fidence and annoyed his antagonists. He 
 formed a httle party of his own, a party of 
 strenuous young Tories who recognised the 
 fact that the world was out of joint, but who 
 rejoiced in the conviction that they were born 
 for the express purpose of setting it right. In 
 Sir Ptupert they found a leader after their own 
 heart, and they raUied around him and jibed 
 at their elders on the Treasury Bench in a way 
 that was qnite distressing to the sensitive 
 organs of the party. 
 
 Sir Eupert and his adherents preached the 
 new Toryism of that day — the new Toryism 
 which was to work wonders, which was to 
 obliterate Eadicalism by doing in a practical 
 Tory way, and conformably to the best tra- 
 ditions of the kingdom, all that Eadicalism 
 dreamed of Toryism, he used to say in those
 
 68 THE DICTATOR 
 
 hot-blooded, hot-lieaded days of his youth^ 
 Toryism is the triumph of Truth, and the 
 phrase became a catchword and a watchword, 
 and frivolous people called his little party the 
 T.T.s— the Triumphers of Truth. People 
 versed in the political history of that day and 
 hour will remember how the newspapers were 
 full of the T.T.s, and what an amazing re- 
 juvenescence of political force was supposed 
 to be behind them. 
 
 Then came a general election which carried 
 the Tory Party into power, and which proved 
 the strength of Langley and his party. He 
 was offered a place in the new Government, 
 and accepted it — the Under-Secretaryship for 
 India. Through one brilhant year he re- 
 mained the most conspicuous member of the 
 Administration, irritating his colleagues by 
 daring speeches, by innovating schemes ; 
 alarming timid partj^-men by a Toryism which 
 in certain aspects was scarcely to be distin-
 
 THE LANG LEYS 69 
 
 guished from the reddest Eadicalism. One 
 brilliant year there Tvas in which he blazed 
 the comet of a season. Then, thwarted in 
 some enterprise, faced by a refusal for some 
 darinor reform of Indian administration, he 
 acted, as he had acted always, impetuously. 
 
 One morning the ' Times ' contained a long, 
 fierce, witty, bitter letter from Piupert Langley 
 assailing the Government, its adherents, and, 
 above all, its leaders in the Lords. That same 
 afternoon members coming to the Chamber 
 found Langley sitting, no longer on the 
 Treasury Bench, but in the corner seat of the 
 second row below the gangway. It was soon 
 known all over the House, all over town, all 
 over England, that Piupert Langley had re- 
 signed his office. The news created no little 
 amazement, some consternation in certain 
 quarters of the Tory camp, some amusement 
 among the Opposition sections. One or two 
 of the extreme Eadical papers made overtures
 
 70 THE DICTA 1 OR 
 
 to LaDgley to cross tlie floor of the House, and 
 enter into alliance with men whose principles 
 so largely resembled his own. These over- 
 tures even took the form of a definite appeal 
 on the part of Mr. Wynter, M.P., then a rising 
 Eadical, who actually spent half an hour with 
 Sir Eupert on the terrace, putting his case 
 and the case of youtliful Eadicalism. 
 
 Sir Eupert only smiled at the suggestion, 
 and put it gracefully aside. ' I am a Tory of 
 the Tories,' he said ; ' only my own people 
 don't understand me yet. But they have got 
 to fmd me out.' That was undoubtedly Sir 
 Eupert's conviction, that he was strong enough 
 to force the Government, to coerce his party, 
 to compel recognition of his opinions and 
 acceptance of his views. ' Tliey cannot do 
 without me,' he said to himself in his secret 
 heart. He was met by disappointment. The 
 party chiefs made no overtures to him to re- 
 consider his decision, to withdraw his resigna-
 
 THE LANG LEYS 71 
 
 tion. Another man was immediately put in 
 liis place, a man of mediocre ability, of 
 commonplace mind, a man of routine, 
 methodical, absolutely lacking in brilhancy 
 or originality, a man who would do exactly 
 what the Government wanted in the Govern- 
 ment way. There was a more bitter blow 
 still for Sir Eupert. There were in the Go- 
 vernment certain members of his own little 
 Adullamite party of the Opposition days, 
 T.T.s who had been given office at his 
 insistence, men whom he had discovered, 
 brought forward, educated for political 
 success. 
 
 It is certain that Sir Eupert confidently 
 expected that these men, his comrades and 
 followers, would endorse his resignation with 
 their own, and that the Government would 
 thus, by his action, find itself suddenly 
 crippled, deprived of its young blood, its 
 ablest Ministers. The confident expectation
 
 72 THE DICTATOR 
 
 was not realised. The T.T.s remained where 
 they were. The Government took advantage 
 of the shght readjustment of places caused by- 
 Sir Eupert's resignation to give two of the 
 most prominent T.T.s more important offices, 
 and to those offices the T.T.s stuck like 
 limpets. 
 
 Sir Eupert was not a man to give way 
 readily, or readily to acknowledge that he was 
 defeated. He bided his time, in his place 
 below the gangway, till there came an Indian 
 debate. Then, in a House which had been 
 roused to intense excitement by vague 
 rumours of his intention, he moved a resolu- 
 tion which was practically a vote of censure 
 upon the Government for its Indian policy. 
 Always a fluent, ready, ornate speaker, Sir 
 Eupert was never better than on that despe- 
 rate night. His attack upon the Government 
 was merciless; every word seemed to sting 
 like a poisoned arrow ; his exposure of the
 
 THE L ANGLE YS 73 
 
 imbecilities and ineptitudes of the existing 
 system of administration was complete and 
 cruel ; his scornful attack upon ' the Limpets ' 
 sent the Opposition into paroxysms of 
 delighted laughter, and roused a storm of 
 angry protest from the crowded benches 
 behind the Ministry. That night was the 
 memorable event of the session. For long 
 enough after those who witnessed it carried 
 in their memories the picture of that pale, 
 handsome young man, standing up in that 
 corner seat below the gangway and assailing 
 the Ministry of which he had been the most 
 remarkable Minister with so much cold 
 passion, so much fierce disdain. ' By Jove ! 
 he's smashed them!' cried Wynter, M.P., 
 excitedly, when Eupert Langley sat down 
 after his speech of an hour and a quarter, 
 which had been listened to by a crowded 
 House amidst a storm of cheering and dis- 
 approval. Wynter was sitting on a lower
 
 74 THE DICTATOR 
 
 gangway seat, for every space of sitting room 
 in the cliamber was occupied that night, and 
 he had made this remark to one of the Opposi- 
 tion leaders on the front bench, craning over 
 to call it into his ear. The leader of the 
 Opposition heard Wynter's remark, looked 
 round at tlie excited Eadical, and, smiling, 
 shook his head. The excitement faded from 
 Wynter's face. His chief was never wrong. 
 The usual exodus after a long speech did 
 not take place when Eupert sat down. It 
 was expected that the leader of the House 
 would reply to Sir Eupert, but the expec- 
 tation was not realised. To the surprise of 
 almost everyone present the Government put 
 up as their spokesman one of the men who 
 had been most alhed with Sir Eupert in 
 the old T.T. party, Sidney Blenheim. Some- 
 thing like a frown passed over Sir Eupert's 
 face as Blenheim rose ; then he sat immov- 
 able, expressionless, while Blenheim made
 
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 his speech. It was a very clever speech, 
 dehcately ironical, sharply cutting, tinged 
 all through with an intolerable condescension, 
 with a gallingly gracious recognition of 
 Langley's merits, an irritating regret for his 
 errors. There was a certain languidness in 
 Blenheim's deportment, a certain air of sweet- 
 ness in his face, which made his satire the 
 more severe, his attack the more telhng. 
 People were as much surprised as if what 
 looked like a dandy's cane had proved to be a 
 sword of tempered steel. Whatever else that 
 night did, it made Blenheim's reputation. 
 
 Langley did not carry a hundred men 
 with him into the lobby against the Govern- 
 ment. The Opposition, as a body, supported 
 the Administration ; a certain proportion of 
 Eadicals, a much smaller number of men 
 from his own side, followed him to his fall. 
 He returned to his seat after the numbers 
 had been read out, and sat there as com-
 
 76 THE DICTATOR 
 
 posedly as if nothing had happened, or as 
 if tlie ringing cheers which greeted the 
 Government triumph were so many tributes 
 to his own success. But those who knew, or 
 thought they knew, Rupert Langley well said 
 that the hour in which he sat there must 
 have been an hour of terrible suffering. 
 After that great debate, the business of the 
 rest of the evening fell ratlier flat, and was 
 conducted in a House whicli rapidly thinned 
 down to little short of emptiness. When 
 it was at its emptiest, Eupert Langley rose, 
 lifted his hat to the Speaker, and left the 
 Chamber. 
 
 It would not be strictly accurate to say 
 that he never returned to it that session ; but 
 practically the statement would be correct. 
 He came back occasionally during the short 
 remainder of the session, and sat in his new 
 place below the gangway. Once or twice he 
 put a question upon the paper; once or twice
 
 THE LANGLEYS 77 
 
 he contributed a short speech to some debate. 
 He still spoke to his friends, with cold confi- 
 dence, of his inevitable return to influence, to 
 power, to triumph ; he did not say how this 
 would be broui^ht about — he left it to be 
 assumed. 
 
 Then paragraphs began to appear in the 
 papers announcing Sir Eupert Langley's in- 
 tention of spending the recess in a prolonged 
 tour in India. Before the recess came Sir 
 Eupert had started upon this tour, which was 
 extended far beyond a mere investigation 
 of the Indian Empire. When the House met 
 again, in the February of the following year. 
 Sir Eupert was not among the returned 
 members. Such few of his friends as were in 
 communication with him knew, and told their 
 knowledge to others, that Sir Eupert was 
 engaged in a voyage round the world. Not 
 a voyage round the world in the hurried 
 sense in which people occasionally made then,
 
 78 THE DICTATOR 
 
 and frequently make now — a voyage round 
 the world, scampering, like the hero of Jules 
 Verne, across land and sea, fast as steam- 
 engine can drag and steamsliip carry them. 
 Sir Eupert intended to go round the world 
 in the most leisurely fashion, stopping every- 
 where, seeing everything, setting no limit to 
 the time he might spend in any place that 
 pleased him, fixing beforehand no limit to 
 chain him to any place that did not please 
 him. He proposed, his friends said, to go 
 carefully over his old ground in Central Asia, 
 to make himself a complete master of the 
 problems of Australasian colonisation, and 
 especially to make a very profound and ex- 
 haustive study of the strange civilisations of 
 China and Japan. He intended further to 
 give a very considerable time to a leisurely 
 investigation of the South American Ee- 
 pubhcs. ' Why,' said Wynter, M.P., when 
 one of Sir Eupert's friends told him of these
 
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 plans, ' why, such a scheme will take several 
 years.' ' Very likel3%' the friend answered ; 
 and Wynter said, ' Oh, by Jove ! ' and 
 whistled. 
 
 The scheme did take several years. At 
 various intervals Sir Paipert wrote to his 
 constituents long letters spangled witli stir- 
 ring allusions to the Empire, to England's 
 meteor flag, to the inevitable triumph of the 
 New Toryism, to the necessity a sincere 
 British statesman was under of becoming a 
 complete master of all the possible pro- 
 blems of a daily-increasing authority. He 
 made some sharp thrusts at the weakness 
 of the Government, but accused the Opposi- 
 tion of a lack of patriotism in trading upon 
 that weakness ; he almost chaffed the leader 
 in the Lower House and the leader in 
 the Lords ; he made no allusion to Sidney 
 Blenheim, then rapidly advancing along the 
 road of success. He concluded each letter by
 
 8o THE DICTATOR 
 
 offering to resign his seat if his constituents 
 wished it. 
 
 His constituents did not wish it — at least, 
 not at first. The Conservative committee 
 returned him a florid address assuring him of 
 their confidence in his statesmanship, but 
 expressing, the hope that he might be able 
 speedily to return to represent them at West- 
 minster, and the further hope that he might 
 be able to see his way to reconcile his diffi- 
 culties with the existing Government. To 
 this address Sir Eupert sent a reply duly 
 acknowledging its expression of confidence, 
 but taking no notice of its suggestions. Time 
 went on, and Sir Eupert did not return. He 
 was heard of now and again ; now in the 
 court of some rajah in the North-West Pro- 
 vinces, now in the khanate of some Central 
 Asian despot ; now in South America, from 
 which continent he sent a long letter to the 
 * Times,' giving an interesting account of the
 
 THE LAXGLEYS 8l 
 
 latest revolution in the Gloria Eepublic, of 
 Tvhicli lie had happened to be an eye-witness ; 
 now in Java ; now in Pekin ; now at the 
 Cape. He did not seem to pursue his idea 
 of going round tlie world on auy settled con- 
 secutive plan. 
 
 Of his large means there could be no 
 doubt. He was probably one of the richest, 
 as he was certainly one of the oldest, baronets 
 in England, and he could afford to travel as 
 if he were an accredited representative of the 
 Queen — almost as if he were an American 
 Midas of the fourth or fifth class. But as to 
 his large leisure people began to say things. 
 It began to be hinted in leading articles that 
 it was scarcely fair that Sir Eupert's con- 
 stituents should be disfranchised because it 
 pleased a disappointed politician to drift idly 
 about the world. These hints had their 
 effect upon the disfranchised constituents, 
 who began to grumble. Tl:e Conservative 
 
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 82 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Committee was goaded almost to the point 
 of addressing a remonstrance to Sir Eupert, 
 then in the interior of Japan, urging him to 
 return or resign, when the need for any such 
 action was taken out of their hands by a 
 somewhat unexpected General Election. Sir 
 Eupert telegraphed back to announce his 
 intention of remaining abroad for the present, 
 and of not, therefore, proposing to seek just 
 then the suffrages of the electors. Sidney 
 Blenheim succeeded in getting a close per- 
 sonal friend of his own, who was also his 
 private secretary, accepted by the Conserva- 
 tive Committee, and he was returned at the 
 head of the poll by a slightly decreased 
 majority. 
 
 Sir Eupert remained away from England 
 for several years longer. After he had gone 
 round the world in the most thorough sense, 
 he revisited many places where he had been 
 before, and stayed there for longer periods.
 
 THE LANGLEYS ^-^ 
 
 It began to seem as if lie did not really intend 
 to return to England at all. His communica- 
 tions with his friends grew fewer and shorter, 
 but wandering Parliamentarians in the recess 
 occasionally came across him in the course of 
 an extended holiday, and always found him 
 affable, interested to animation in home 
 politics, and always suggesting by his manner, 
 though never in his speech, that he would 
 some day return to his old place and his old 
 fame. Of Sidney Blenheim he spoke with an 
 equable, impartial composure. 
 
 At last one day he did come home. He 
 had been in the United States during the 
 closing years of the American Civil War, and 
 in Washington, when peace was concluded, 
 he had met at the English Ministry a young 
 girl of great beauty, of a family that was old 
 for America, that was wealthy, though not 
 wealthy for America. He fell in love with 
 her, wooed her, and was accepted. Chey
 
 84 THE DICTATOR 
 
 were married in Washington, and soon after 
 the marriage they returned to England. 
 They settled down for a while at the old home 
 of the Lr>ng'eys, the home whose site had 
 been the home of the race ever since the 
 Conquest. Part of an old Norman tower still 
 held itself erect amidst tlie Tudor, Eliza- 
 bethan, and Victorian additions to the ancient 
 place. It was called Queen's Langley now, 
 had been so called ever since the days when, 
 in the beginning of the Civil War, Henrietta 
 Maria had been besieged there during her 
 visit to the then baronet by a small party of 
 Soundheads, and had successfully kept them 
 off. Queen's Langley had been held during 
 the Commonwealth by a member of the family, 
 who had declared for the Parliament, but liad 
 gone back to the head of the house when he 
 returned with his king at the Eestoration. 
 
 At Queen's Langley Sir Ptupert and his 
 wife abode for a while, and at Queen's
 
 THE LANGLEYS ^ 
 
 Langley a child was born to tliem, a girl 
 cliild, who was christened after her mother, 
 Helena. Then the taste for wandering which 
 had become almost a passion with Sir Eiipert 
 took possession of Sir Eupert again. If he 
 had expected to re-enter London in any kind 
 of triumph he was disappointed. He had 
 allowed himself to fall out of the race, and he 
 found himself almost forgotten. Society, of 
 course, received him almost rapturously, and 
 his beautiful wife was the queen of a resplen- 
 dent season. But politics seemed to have 
 passed him by. The New Toryism of those 
 youthful years was not very new Toryism 
 now. Sidney Blenheim was a settled reac- 
 tionary and a recognised celebrity. There 
 was a Xew Toryism, with its new cave of 
 strenuous, impetuous young men, and they, 
 if they thought of Sir Eupert Langley at all, 
 thought of him as old-fashioned, the hero or 
 victim of a piece of ancient history.
 
 86 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Nevertheless, Sir Eiqoert had his thoughts 
 of entering pohtical hfe again, but in the 
 meanthne he was very happy. He had a 
 steam yacht of liis own, and when his httle 
 girl was three years old he and his wife went 
 for a lono^ cruise m the Mediterranean. And 
 then liis happiness was taken away from him. 
 His wife suddenly sickened, died, unconscious, 
 in his arms, and was buried at sea. Sir 
 Eupert seemed like a broken man. From 
 Alexandria he wrote to his sister, who was 
 married to the Duke of Magdiel's third son, 
 Lord Edmond Herrino^ton, askinor her to look 
 after his child for him — the child was then 
 with her aunt at Herrington Hall, in Argyll- 
 shire — in his absence. He sold his yacht, 
 paid off his crew, and disappeared for two 
 years. 
 
 During tliose two years he was believed 
 to have wandered all over Egypt, and to have 
 passed much of his time the hermit-hke
 
 THE LANG LEYS 87 
 
 tenant of a tomb on tlie lovely, lonely island 
 of Phylie, at the first cataract of the Xile. 
 At tlie end of the two years he wrote to his 
 sister that he was returning to Europe, to 
 England, to his own lionie, and his own 
 people. His little girl was then five years old. 
 He reappeared in England changed and 
 aged, but a strong man still, with a more 
 settled air of strength of purpose than he had 
 worn in his wild youth. He found Iiis little 
 girl a pretty child, brilliantly healthy, bril- 
 liantly strong. The wind of the mountain, 
 of the heather, of the woods, had quickened 
 her with an enduring vitality very different 
 from that of the delicate fliir mother for 
 wlioni his heart still grieved. Of course the 
 little Helena did not remember her father, 
 and was at first rather alarmed when Lady 
 Edmond Herrington told her that a new papa 
 was coming home for her from across the seas. 
 But the feeling of fear passed away after the
 
 88 THE DICTATOR 
 
 first meeting between father and child. The 
 fascination which in his younger days Eupert 
 Langley had exercised upon so many men 
 and ^vomen, which had made him so much 
 of a leader in his youth, afFected tlie child 
 po"werfully. In a Aveek she was as devoted to 
 him as if she had never been parted from 
 him. 
 
 Helena's education was what some people 
 would call a strange education. She was 
 never sent to school ; she was taught and 
 taught much at liome, first by a succession of 
 clever governesses, then by carefully chosen 
 masters of many languages and many arts. 
 In almost all things her father w^as her chief 
 instructor. He was a man of varied accom- 
 plishments ; he was a good linguist, and his 
 years of wandering liad made his attainments 
 in language really colloquial ; he had a ricli 
 and various store of information gathered even 
 more from personal experience than from
 
 THE LANGLEYS 89 
 
 books. His great purpose in life appeared to 
 be to make his daughter as accomphshed as 
 himself. People had said at first when he 
 returned that he would marry again, but the 
 assumption proved to be wrong. Sir Paipert 
 had made up his mind that he would never 
 marry again, and he kept to his determination. 
 There was an intense sentimentality in his 
 strong nature ; the sentimentality which led 
 him to take his early defeat and the defection 
 of Sidney Blenheim so much to heart, had 
 made him vow, on the day when tlie body of 
 his fair young wife was lowered into the sea, 
 changeless fidelity to her memory. Un- 
 doubtedly it was somewhat of a grief to him 
 that there was no son to carry on his name ; 
 but he bore that grief in silence. He 
 resolved, however, that his daughter should 
 be in every way worthy of the old line which 
 culminated in her ; she should be a woman 
 worthy to surrender the ancient name to
 
 90 THE DICTATOR 
 
 some exceptional mortal ; she should be 
 worthy to be the wife of some great states- 
 man. 
 
 In those years in which Helena Langley 
 was growing up from childhood to woman- 
 hood, Sh' Eupert returned to public life. 
 The constituency in which Queen's Langley 
 was situated was a Tory constituency wdiich 
 had been represented for nearly half a cen- 
 tury by the same old Tory squire. The Tory 
 squire had a grandson who was as uncompro- 
 misingly Eadical as the squire was Tory ; 
 naturally he could not succeed, and would 
 not contest the seat. Sir Eupert came for- 
 ward, was eagerly accepted, and successfully 
 returned. His reappearance in the House of 
 Commons after so considerable an interval 
 made some small excitement in Westminster, 
 roused some comment in the press. It was 
 fifteen years since he had left St. Stephen's ; 
 he thought curiously of the past as he took
 
 THE LAXGLEYS 91 
 
 his place, not in that corner seat below the 
 gangway, but on the second bench behind 
 the Treasury Bench. His Toryism was now 
 of a settled type ; the Government, which 
 had been a little apprehensive of his possible 
 antao-onism, found him a loval and valuable 
 supporter. He did not remain long behind 
 tlie Treasury Bench. An important vacancy 
 occurred in the Ministry ; the post of Foreign 
 Secretary was offered to and accepted by Sir 
 Eupert. Years ago such a place would have 
 seemed the liighest goal of his ambition. 
 Now he — accepted it. Once again lie found 
 himself a prominent man in the House of 
 Commons, although under very different con- 
 ditions from those of his old days. 
 
 In the meantime Helena grew in years and 
 health, in beauty, in knowledge. Sir Eupert, 
 as an infinite believer in the virtues of travel, 
 took her with him every recess for extended 
 expeditions to Europe, and, as she grew older,
 
 92 THE DICTATOR 
 
 to other continents than Europe. By the 
 time that she was twenty, slie knew much of 
 the world from personal experience ; she knew 
 more of politics and political life than 
 many politicians. After she was seventeen 
 years old she began to make frequent appear- 
 ances in the Ladies' Gallery, and to take long 
 walks on the Terrace with her father. Sir 
 Eupert delighted in her companionship, she 
 in his; they were always happiest in each 
 other's society. Sir Paipert had every reason 
 to be proud of the graceful girl who united 
 the beauty of her mother with the strength, 
 the physical and mental strength, of her 
 father. 
 
 It need surprise no one, it did not appear 
 to surprise Sir Eupert, if such an education 
 made Helena Langley what ill-natured people 
 called a somewhat eccentric young woman. 
 Brought up on a manly system of education, 
 having a mim for her closest companion,
 
 THE LANGLEYS 93 
 
 learning miicli of the world at an early age, 
 naturally tended to develop and sustain the 
 strongly marked individuaUty of her character. 
 Now, at three-and-twenty, she was one of the 
 most remarkable girls in England, one of the 
 best known girls in London. Her indepen- 
 dence, both of thought and of action, her 
 extended knowledge, her frankness of speech, 
 her slightly satirical wit, her frequent and 
 vehement enthusiasms for the most varied 
 pursuits and pleasures, were much commented 
 on, much admired by some, much disapproved 
 of by others. She had many friends among 
 women and more friends among: men, and 
 these were real friendships, not flirtations, 
 nor love affairs of any kind. Whatever 
 things Helena Langley did there was one 
 thing she never did — she never flirted. 
 Many men had been in love with her and 
 had told their love, and had been laucrhed 
 at or pitied according to the degree of their
 
 94 THE DICTATOR 
 
 deserts, but no one of them could honestly say 
 that Helena had in any way encouraged his 
 love-making, or tempted him with false hopes, 
 unless indeed the masculine frankness of her 
 friendship was an encouragement and a treacli- 
 erous temptation. One and all, she un- 
 hesitatingly refused her adorers. ' My father 
 is the most interesting man I know,' she once 
 said to a discomfited and slightly despairing 
 lover. ' Till I find some other man as interest- 
 ing as he is, I shall never think of marriage. 
 And really I am sure you will not take it in 
 bad part if I say that I do not find you as 
 interesting a man as my father.' The dis- 
 comfited adorer did not take it amiss ; he 
 smiled ruefully, and took his departure ; but, 
 to his credit be it spoken, he remained Helena's 
 friend.
 
 95 
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 ' MY GREAT DEED WAS TOO GEEAT ' 
 
 The luncheon hour was an important epoch 
 of the day in the Langley house in Prince's 
 Gate. The Langley luncheons were an in- 
 stitution in London life ever since Sir Rupert 
 bought the big Queen Anne house and made 
 his daughter its mistress. Ashe said himself 
 good-humouredly, he was a mere Roi 
 Faineant in the place ; his daughter was the 
 Mayor of the Palace, the real ruling power. 
 
 Helena Langley ruled the great house with 
 the most gracious autocracy. She had every- 
 thing her own way and did everything in her 
 own way. She was a little social Queen, witli 
 a Secretary of State for her Prime Minister,
 
 96 THE DICTATOR 
 
 and she enjoyed her sovereignty exceedingly. 
 One of the great events of her reign was the 
 institution of what came to be known as the 
 Langley kincheons. 
 
 These kincheons differed from ordinary 
 kincheons in this, that those who were bidden 
 to them were in the first instance almost 
 always interesting people — people who had 
 done something more than merely exist, 
 people who had some other claim upon human 
 recognition than the claim of ancient name or 
 of immense wealth. In the second place, the 
 people who were bidden to a Langley luncheon 
 were of the most varied kind, people of the 
 most different camps in social, in political life. 
 At the Langley table statesmen who hated 
 each other across the floor of the House sat 
 side by side in perfect amity. The heir to the 
 oldest dukedom in England met there the 
 latest champion of the latest phase of demo- 
 cratic sociahsm ; the great tragedian from the
 
 'J/F GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 97 
 
 Acropolis met the low comedian from the 
 Levity on terms of as much equality as if they 
 had met at the Macklin or the Call-Boy clubs ; 
 the President of the Eoyal Academy was 
 amused by, and afforded much amusement to, 
 the newest child of genius fresh from Paris, 
 with the slang of the Chat Xoir upon his lips 
 and the scorn of les vieux in his heart. Whig 
 and Tory, Catholic and Protestant, millionaire 
 and bohemian, peer with a peerage old a 
 Eunnymede and the latest working-man M.P., 
 all came together under the regal republican- 
 ism of Langley House. Someone said that a 
 party at Langley House always suggested to 
 him the Day of Judgment. 
 
 On the afternoon of the morning on which 
 Sir Eupert's card was left at Paulo's Hotel, 
 various guests assembled for luncheon in 
 Miss Langley's Japanese drawling-room. The 
 guests were not numerous — the luncheons at 
 Langley House were never large parties. 
 
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 98 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Eight, including the host and hostess, was the 
 number rarely exceeded ; eight, including the 
 host and hostess, made up the number in this 
 instance. Mr. and Mrs. Selwyn, the dis- 
 tinguished and thoroughly respectable actor 
 and actress, just returned from their tour in 
 the United States ; the Duke and Duchess of 
 Deptford — the Duchess was a young and pretty 
 American woman ; Mr. Soarae Eivers, Sir 
 ^Rupert's private secretary ; and Mr. Hiram 
 Porringer, who had just returned from one 
 ^expedition to the South Pole, and who was 
 said to be organising another. 
 
 When the ringing of a chime of bells from 
 a Buddhist's temple announced luncheon, and 
 everyone had settled down in the great oak 
 room, where certain of the ancestral Langleys, 
 gentlemen and ladies of the last century, whom 
 Eeynolds and Gainsborough and Eomney 
 and Eaeburn had painted, had been brought 
 up from Queen's Langley at Helena's special
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 99 
 
 wish, the company seemed to be under the 
 special survey. There was one vice-admiral 
 of the Eed who was leaning on a Doric pillar, 
 with a spy-glass in his hand, apparently wholly 
 indifferent to a terrific naval battle that was 
 raging in the background ; all his shadowy 
 attention seemed to be devoted to the mortals 
 who moved and laughed below him. There 
 was something in the vice-admiral which re- 
 sembled Sir Eupert, but none of the lovely 
 ladies on the wall were as beautiful as 
 Helena. 
 
 Mrs. Selwyn spoke with that clear, bell like 
 voice which always enraptured an audience. 
 Every assemblage of human beings was to 
 her an audience, and she addressed them 
 accordingly. Now, she practically took the 
 stage, leaning forward between the Duke of 
 Deptford and Hiram Borringer, and addressing 
 Helena Langley. 
 
 * My dear Miss Langley,' she said, ' do you 
 
 H 2
 
 loo THE DICTATOR 
 
 know that something has surprised me to- 
 day?' 
 
 ' What is it ? ' Helena asked, turning away 
 from Mr. Selwjm, to wliom she liad been 
 talking. 
 
 ' Why, I felt sure,' Mrs. Sehvyn went on, 
 * to meet someone here to-day. I am quite 
 disappointed — quite.' 
 
 Everyone looked at Mrs. Selwyn with 
 interest. She had the stage all to herself, and 
 was enjoying the fact exceedingly. Helena 
 o^azed at her with a note of interro^ifation in 
 each of her bright eyes, and another in each 
 corner of her sensitive mouth. 
 
 ' I made perfectly sure that I should meet 
 him here to-day. I said to Harry first thing 
 this morning, Vhen I saw the name in the 
 paper, ''Harry," I said, " we shall be sure to 
 meet him at Sir^Eupert's this afternoon. Now 
 did I not, Harry ? ' 
 
 Mr. Selwyn, thus appealed to, admitted
 
 *MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' loi 
 
 that his wife had certainly made the remark 
 she now quoted. 
 
 Mrs. Selwyn beamed gratitude and affec- 
 tion for his endorsement. Then she turned 
 to Miss Langley again. 
 
 ' Why isn't he here, my dear Miss Langley, 
 why ? ' Then she added, ' You know you 
 always have everybody before anybody else, 
 don't you ? ' 
 
 Helena shook her liead. 
 
 ' I suppose it's very stupid of me,' she said, 
 * but, really, I'm afraid I don't know who your 
 " he " is. Is your " he " a hero ? ' 
 
 Mrs. Selwyn laughed playfully. ' Oh, now 
 your very words show that you do know 
 whom I mean.' 
 
 ' Indeed I don't.' 
 
 ' \Yhy, that wonderful man whom you 
 admire so much, the illustrious exile, the hero 
 of the hour, the new Napoleon.' 
 
 ' I know whom you mean,' said Soame
 
 102 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Elvers. ' You moan the Dictator of 
 Gloria ? ' 
 
 ' Of course. Whom else ? ' said Mrs. 
 Selwyn, clapping her hands enthusiastically. 
 The Duke gave a sigh of relief, and Hiram 
 Borringer, who had been rather silent, seemed 
 to shake himself into activity at the mention of 
 Gloria. Mr. Selwyn said nothing, but watched 
 his wife with the wondering admiration which 
 some twenty years of married life had done 
 nothing to diminish. 
 
 The least trace of increased colour came 
 into Helena's cheeks, but she returned Mrs. 
 Selwyn's smiling glances composedly. 
 
 ' The Dictator,' she said. ' Why did you 
 expect to see him here to-day? ' 
 
 ' Why, because I saw his name in the 
 '^ Morning Post " this very morning. It said 
 he had arrived in London last niglit from 
 Paris. I felt morally certain that I should 
 meet him here to-dav.'
 
 'JfV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 103 
 
 ' I am sorry you should be disappointed,' 
 Helena said, laughing, ' but perhaps we shall 
 be able to make amends for the disappoint- 
 ment another day. Papa called upon him 
 this morning.' 
 
 Sir Eupert, sitting opposite his daughter, 
 smiled at this. 'Did I really?' he asked. 
 ' I was not aware of it.' 
 
 ' Oh, yes, you did, papa ; or, at least, I did 
 for you.' 
 
 Sir Eupert's face wore a comic expression 
 of despair. ' Helena, Helena, why ? ' 
 
 ' Because he is one of the most interesting 
 men existing.' 
 
 'And because he is down on his luck, too,' 
 said the Duchess. ' I guess that always 
 appeals to you.' The beautiful American girl 
 had not shaken off all the expressions of her 
 fatherland. 
 
 ' But, I say,' said Selwyn, who seemed to 
 think that the subject called for statesmanlike
 
 104 THE DICTATOR 
 
 comment, ' lio^v will it do for a pillar of the 
 Government to be extending tlie hand of 
 fellowship ' 
 
 ' To a defeated man,' interrupted Helena. 
 ' Oh, that won't matter one bit. The affairs of 
 Gloria are hardly likely to be a grave inter- 
 national question for us, and in the meantime 
 it is only showing a courtesy to a man who is 
 at once an Em^lishman and a strami^er.' 
 
 A slightly ironical ' Hear, hear,' came 
 from Soame Eivers, who did not love enthu- 
 siasm. 
 
 Sir Rupert followed suit good-humouredly. 
 
 ' Where is lie stopping ? ' asked Sir 
 Eupert. 
 
 ' At Paulo's Hotel, papa.' 
 
 ' Paulo's Hotel,* said Mrs. Selwyn ; ' tliat 
 seems to be quite the place for exiled poten- 
 tates to put up at. The ex-King of Capri 
 stopped there during his recent visit, and the 
 chiefs from Mash on aland.'
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 105 
 
 ' And Don Herrera de la Mancha, who 
 claims the throne of Spain,' said the Duke. 
 
 'And the Eajah of Khandur,' added Mrs. 
 Selwyn, ' and the Herzog of Hesse-Steinberg, 
 and ever so many more illustrious personages. 
 Why do they all go to Paulo's ? ' 
 
 ' I can tell you,' said Soame Eivers. ' Be- 
 cause Paulo's is one of the best hotels in Lon- 
 don, and Paulo is a wonderful man. He 
 knows how to make coffee in a way that wins 
 a foreigner's heart, and he understands the 
 cooking'of all sorts of eccentric foreign dishes ; 
 and, though he is as rich as a Chicago pig- 
 dealer, he looks after everything himself, and 
 isn't in the least ashamed of having been a 
 servant himself. I think he was a Portus^uese 
 originally.* 
 
 'And our Dictator went there?' Mrs. 
 Selwyn questioned. 
 
 Soame Eivers answered her, ' Oh, it is the 
 right thing to do ; it poses a distinguished
 
 io6 THE DICTATOR 
 
 exile immediately. Quite the riglit thing. 
 He was well advised.' 
 
 'If only he had been as well advised in 
 other matters,' said Mr. Selwyn. 
 
 Then Hiram Borringer, who had Intherto 
 kept silent, after his wont, spoke. 
 
 ' I knew him,' he said, ' some years ago, 
 when I was in Gloria.' 
 
 Everybody looked at once and with in- 
 terest at the speaker. Hiram seemed slightly 
 embarrassed at the attention he aroused ; but 
 he was not allowed to escape from explana- 
 tion. 
 
 ' Did you really ? ' said Sir Eupert. ' How 
 very interesting ! What sort of man did you 
 fmd him ? ' 
 
 Helena said nothing, but she fixed her 
 dark eyes eagerly on Hiram's face and 
 listened, with slightly parted lips, all expecta- 
 tion. 
 
 ' I found him a big man,' Hiram answered.
 
 *J/F GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 107 
 
 ' I don't mean big in bulk, for lie's not that ; 
 but big in nature, the man to make an 
 empire and boss it.' 
 
 ' A splendid type of man,' said Mrs. 
 Selwyn, clasping her hands enthusiastically. 
 'A man to stand at Ca3sar's side and give 
 directions.' 
 
 ' Quite so,' Hiram responded gravely ; 
 ' quite so, madam. I met him first just 
 before he was elected President, and that's 
 ^^Q years ago.' 
 
 'Eather a curious tliinor makinor an 
 Englishman President, wasn't it ? ' Mr. Selwyn 
 inquired. At Sir Eupert's Mr. Selwyn always 
 displayed a profound interest in all political 
 questions. 
 
 ' Oh, he is a naturalised citizen of Gloria, 
 of course,' said Soame Eivers, deftly in- 
 sinuatinor his knowleds^e before Hiram could 
 reply. 
 
 ' But I thought,' said the Duke, ' that in
 
 io8 THE DICTATOR 
 
 those South American Eepiibhcs, as in the 
 United States, a man has to be born in the 
 country to attain to its highest office.' 
 
 'That is so,' said Hiram. 'Though I 
 fancy his friends in Gloria wouldn't have 
 stuck at a trifle like that just then. But as 
 a matter of fact he was actually born in 
 Gloria.' 
 
 ' Was he really ? ' said Sir Eupert. ' How 
 curious ! ' To which Mr. Selwyn added, ' And 
 how convenient ; ' while Mrs. Selwyn inquired 
 how it happened. 
 
 ' Why, you see,' said Hiram, ' his father 
 was English Consul at Yaldorado long ago, 
 and he married a Spanish woman there, and 
 the woman died, and the father seems to have 
 taken it to heart, for he came home, bringing 
 his baby boy with him. I believe the father 
 died soon after he got home.' 
 
 Sir Eupert's face had grown slightly 
 graver. Soame Eivers guessed that he was
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 109 
 
 thinking of liis own old loss. Helena felt a 
 new thrill of interest in the man whose per- 
 sonality already so much attracted her. Like 
 her, he had hardly known a mother. 
 
 'Then was that considered enough?' the 
 Duke asked. 'Was the fact of his havincr 
 been born there, although the son of an 
 English father, enoiigli, Avith subsequent 
 naturalisation, to qualify him for the office 
 of President P ' 
 
 'It was a pecuhar case,' said Hiram. 
 ' The point had not been raised before. But, 
 as he happened to have the army at liis back, 
 it was concluded then that it would be most 
 convenient for all parties to yield the point. 
 But a good deal has been made of it since by 
 his enemies.' 
 
 'I should imagine so,' said Sir Eupert. 
 ' But it really is a very curious position, and 
 I should not hke to say myself off-hand how 
 it ought to be decided.'
 
 no THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' The big battalions decided it in his case/ 
 said Mrs. Selwyn. 
 
 ' Are they big battalions in Gloria ? ' in- 
 quired the Duke. 
 
 ' Eelatively, yes,' Hiram answered. ' It 
 wasn't very much of an army at that time, 
 even for Gloria; but it w^ent solid for him. 
 Now, of course, it's different.' 
 
 ' How is it different ? ' This question came 
 from Mr. Selwyn, who put it with an air of 
 profound curiosity. 
 
 Hiram explained. ' Why, you see, he in- 
 troduced the conscription system. He told 
 me he was going to do so, on the plan of some 
 Prussian statesman.' 
 
 ' Stein,' suggested Soame Elvers. 
 
 ' Yery likely. Every man to take service 
 for a certain time. Well, that made pretty 
 well all Gloria soldiers ; it also made him a 
 heap of enemies, and showed them how to 
 make themselves unpleasant. I thought it
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' in 
 
 wasn't a good plan for him or them at the 
 time.' 
 
 ' Did you tell him so ? ' asked Sir Eupert. 
 
 ' Well, I did drop him a hint or two of my 
 ideas, but he wasn't the sort of man to take 
 ideas from anybody. Not that I mean at all 
 that my ideas were of any importance, but he 
 wasn't that sort of man.' 
 
 ' What sort of man was he, Mr. Borringer ? ' 
 said Helena impetuously. ' What was he like, 
 mentally, physically, every way ? That's 
 what we want to know.' 
 
 Hiram knitted his eyebrows, as he always 
 did when he was slightly puzzled. He did 
 not greatly enjoy haranguing the whole 
 company in this way, and he partly re- 
 gretted having confessed to any knowledge 
 of the Dictator. But he was very fond of 
 Helena, and he saw that she was sin- 
 cerely interested in the subject, so he went 
 on :
 
 112 THE DICTATOR 
 
 'Well, I seem to be spinning quite a yarn, 
 and I'm not much of a hand at painting a por- 
 trait, but I'll do my best.' 
 
 ' Shall we make it a game of twenty ques- 
 tions ? ' Mrs. Selwyn suggested. ' We all ask 
 you leading questions, and you answer them 
 categorically.' 
 
 Everyone laughed, and Soame Eivers sug- 
 gested that they should begin by ascertaining 
 his age, height, and fighting weight. 
 
 ' Well,' said Hiram, ' I guess I can get out 
 my facts without cross-examination.' He had 
 lived a great deal in America, and his speech 
 was full of American colloquialisms. For 
 which reason the beautiful Dudiess hked 
 him much. 
 
 ' He's not very tall, but you couldn't call 
 him short ; rather more than middling high ; 
 perhaps looks a bit taller than he is, he carries 
 himself so straight. He would have made a 
 good soldier.'
 
 *MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 113 
 
 ' He did make a good soldier,' the Duke 
 suggested. 
 
 ' That's true/ said Hiram thoughtftdly. 
 'I was thiaking of a man to whom soldiering 
 was his trade, his only trade.' 
 
 ' But you haven't half satisfied our curio- 
 sity,' said Mrs. Selwyn. ' You have only told 
 us that he is a little over the medium height, 
 and that he bears him stiffly up. What of his 
 eyes, what of his hair — his beard ? Does he 
 discharge in either your straw-colour beard, 
 your orange tawny beard, your purple-in-grain 
 beard, or your French crown-coloured beard, 
 your perfect yellow ? ' 
 
 Hiram looked a little bewildered. ' I be^ 
 your pardon, ma'am,' he said. The Duke 
 came to the rescue. 
 
 ' Mrs. Selwyn's Shakespearean quotation 
 expresses all our sentiments, Mr. Eorringer. 
 Give us a faithful picture of the hero of the 
 hour.' 
 
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 114 THE DICTATOR 
 
 'As for liis luiir and beard,' Hiram re- 
 sumed, ' why, they are pretty mucli like most 
 people's hair and beard — a fairish brown — and 
 his eyes matcli them. He has very much tlie 
 sort of favour you might expect from the son 
 of a very fair-haired man and a dark woman. 
 His father was as fair as a Scandinavian, he 
 told me once. He vras descended from some 
 old Danish Viking, he said.' 
 
 'That helps to explain his belligerent Ber- 
 serker disposition,' said Sir Paipert. 
 
 'A fine type,' said the Duke pensively, and 
 Mr. Selwyn cauglit him up with ' The fmest 
 type in the world. The sort of men who have 
 made our empire what it is ; ' and he added 
 somewhat confusedly, for his wife's eyes were 
 fixed upon him, and he felt afraid that he was 
 overdoing his part, ' Hawkins, Frobisher, 
 Drake, Eodney, you know.' 
 
 'But,' said Helena, who had been very 
 silent, for lier, during the interrogation of
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 115 
 
 Hiram, ' I do not feel as if I quite know all I 
 want to know yet.' 
 
 ' The noble thirst for knowledge does you 
 credit, Miss Langley,' said Soame Pavers pertly. 
 
 Miss Langley laughed at him. 
 
 ' Yes, I want to know all about him. He 
 interests me. He has done somethincf ; he 
 casts a shadow, as somebody has said some- 
 where. I like men who do something, who 
 cast, shadows instead of sitting in other people's 
 shadows.' 
 
 Soame Pavers smiled a little sourly, and 
 there was a suggestion of acerbity in his voice 
 as he said in a low tone, as if more to himself 
 than as a contribution to the o:eneral conver- 
 sation, ' He has cast a decided shadow over 
 Gloria.' He did not quite like Helena's in- 
 terest in the dethroned Dictator. 
 
 ' He made Gloria worth talking about ! ' 
 Helena retorted. ' Tell me, Mr. Borringer, 
 how did he happen to get to Gloria at all? 
 
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 i:6 THE DICTATOR 
 
 How did it come in liis way to be President 
 and Dictator and all that ? * 
 
 ' Eebellion lay in his way and he found it,' 
 Mrs. Selvvyn suggested, whereupon Soame 
 Elvers tapped her playfully upon the wrist, 
 carrying on tlie quotation witli the words of 
 Prince Hal, ' Peace, chewit, peace.' Mr. Soame 
 Elvers was a very free-and-easy young gentle- 
 man, occasionally, and as he was a son of Lord 
 Eiverstown, much might be forgiven to him. 
 
 Hiram, always sliglitly bewildered by the 
 quotations of Mrs. Sehvyn and the badinage 
 of Soame Eivers, decided to ignore them 
 both, and to address himself entirely to Miss 
 Langley. 
 
 ' Sorry to say I can't help you much. Miss 
 Langley. When I was in Gloria five years 
 ao-o I found liim there, as I said, runninop for 
 President. He had been a nationalised citizen 
 there for some time, I reckon, but how he got 
 so much to the front I don't know.'
 
 *J/F GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 117 
 
 ' Doesn't a strons^ man always c^ct to the 
 front ? ' the Ducliess asked. 
 
 ' Yes,' said Hiram, ' I guess that's so. Well, 
 I happened to get to know him, and we became 
 a bit friendly, and we had many a pleasant 
 chat together. He was as frank as frank, told 
 me all his plans. " I mean to make this little 
 old place move," he said to me.' 
 
 ' Well, he has made it move,' said Helena. 
 She was immensely interested, and her eyes 
 dilated with excitement. 
 
 'A httle too fast, perhaps,' said Hiram 
 meditatively. ' I don't know. Anyhow, he 
 had thinofs all his own wav for a oroodish 
 spell.' 
 
 'What did he do when he had things his 
 own way? ' Helena asked impatiently. 
 
 'Well, he tried to introduce reforms ' 
 
 'Yes, I knew he would do that,' the girl 
 said, with the proud air of a sort of owner- 
 ship.
 
 ii8 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' You seem to have known all about liim,' 
 Mrs. Selwyn said, smiling loftily, sweetly, as at 
 the romantic enthusiasm of youth. 
 
 ' Well, so I do somehow,' Helena answered 
 ahnost sharply ; certainly with impatience. 
 She was not thinking of Mrs. Selwyn. 
 
 ' Now, Mr. BorriuG^er, ^o on — about his 
 reforms.' 
 
 ' He seemed to have c^otten a kind of notion 
 about making things Enghsli or American. 
 He abolished flogging of criminals and all 
 sorts of old-fashioned ways ; and he tried to 
 reduce taxation ; and he put down a sort of 
 remnant of slavery that was still hanging 
 round ; and he wanted to give free land to all 
 the emancipated folks ; and he wanted to have 
 an equal suffrage to all men, and to do away 
 with corruption in the public oflices and the 
 civil service ; and to compel the judges not 
 to take bribes ; and all sorts of things. I am 
 afraid he wanted to do a good deal too much
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 119 
 
 reform for what you folks would call tlie 
 frovernin(? classes out tliere. I tliou^-ht so at 
 the time. He was riglit, you know,' Hiram 
 said meditatively, ' but, then, I am mightily 
 afraid he was riglit in a wrong sort of 
 way.' 
 
 'He was right, anyhow,' Helena said, 
 triumphanth'. 
 
 • S'pose he was,' said Hiram ; ' but things 
 have to go slow, don't you see ? ' 
 
 ' Well, what happened ? ' 
 
 ' I don't rightly know how it all came about 
 exactl}" ; but I guess all the privileged classes, 
 as you call them here, got their backs up, 
 and all tlie officials went dead against 
 him ' 
 
 ' ]\Iy great deed was too great,' Helena 
 said. 
 
 'What is that, Helena?' her father 
 asked. 
 
 ' It's from a poem by iMrs. Browning, about
 
 I20 THE DICTATOR 
 
 another dictator ; but more true of my 
 Dictator than of hers,' Helena answered. 
 
 ' Well,' Iliram went on, ' tlie opposition 
 soon be(][an to grumble ' 
 
 'Some people are always giiiinbling,' said 
 Soame Elvers. ' What should we do without 
 them ? Where should we get our independent 
 opposition ? ' 
 
 ' Where, indeed,' said Sir Eupert, with a 
 sigh of humorous pathos. 
 
 'Well,' said Helena, ' what did the opposi- 
 tion do ? ' 
 
 ' Made themselves nasty,' answered Iliram. 
 ' Stirred up discontent against the foreigner, as 
 they called him. lie found his congress hard 
 to handle. There were votes of censure and 
 talks of impeachment, and I don't know what 
 else. He went right ahead, his own way, 
 without paying them the least attention. 
 Then they took to refusing to vote his neces- 
 sary supplies for the army and navy. He
 
 MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 121 
 
 managed to get the money in spite of them ; 
 but whether he lost his temper, or not, I can't 
 say, but he took it into his head to declare 
 that the constitution was endangered by the 
 machinations of uiiscrupidous enemies, and to 
 declare himself Dictator.' 
 
 'That was brave,' said Helena, enthusiast!- 
 c-ally. 
 
 ' Eather rash, wasn't it?' sneered Soarae 
 Eivers. 
 
 ' It may Iiave been rash, and it may not,' 
 Hiram answered meditatively. ' I believe he 
 was within the strict letter of tlie constitution, 
 which does empower a President to take such 
 a step under certain conditions. But the 
 opposition meant fighting. So they rebelled 
 against the Dictator, and that's how the 
 bother began. How it ended you all 
 know\' 
 
 ' Where were the people all this time .^ * 
 Helena asked eagerly.
 
 122 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' 1 guess tlie people didn't understand 
 much about it tlien,' Iliram answered. 
 
 ' My great deed was too great,' Helena 
 murmured once ai]^ain. 
 
 ' The usual thing,' said Soame Elvers. 
 ' Victory to begin with, and the confi- 
 dence born of victory ; then defeat and dis- 
 aster.' 
 
 ' The story of those tliree days' fighting in 
 Yaldorado is one of the most rattlino; thin^^s 
 in recent times,' said the Duke. 
 
 ' Was it not ? ' said Helena. ' I read every 
 word of it every day, and I did want him to 
 win so much.' 
 
 ' Kobody could be more sorry that you 
 were disappointed than he, I should imagine,' 
 said Mrs. Selwyn. 
 
 ' What puzzles me,' said Mr. Selwyn, 'is 
 why when they had got him in their ]30wer 
 they didn't shoot him.' 
 
 ' Ah, you see he was an Englisliman by
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 123 
 
 family,' Sir Paipert explained; 'and tliongh, 
 of course, he had changed his nationality, 
 I think the Congressionalists ^vere a little 
 afraid of arousing any kind of feeling in 
 Eng^land.' 
 
 ' As a matter of fact, of course,' said 
 Soame Eivers, ' we shouldn't have dreamed of 
 making any row if they had shot him or 
 hanged him, for the matter of that.' 
 
 'You can never tell,' said the Duke. 
 ' Somebody might Jiave raised the Civis 
 Romanus cry 
 
 ' Yes, but he wasn't any longer civis 
 Eomanus,' Soame Pavers objected. 
 
 ' Do you think that would matter much if 
 a cry was wanted against the Government ? ' 
 the Duke asked, with a smile. 
 
 'Xot much, I'm afraid,' said Sir Rupert. 
 ' But whatever their reasons, I think the vic- 
 tors did the wisest thing possible in putting 
 their man on board their big ironclad, the
 
 124 THE DICTATOR 
 
 "Alinirante Cochrane/' and setting him ashore 
 at Cherbourg.' 
 
 ' With a pohte intimation, I presume, that 
 if he again returned to the territory of Gloria 
 he would be shot without form of trial,' added 
 Soame Eivers. 
 
 'But he will return,' Helena said. 'He 
 will, I am sure of it, and perhaps they may 
 not find it so easy to shoot him then as they 
 think now. A man like that is not so easily 
 got rid of.' 
 
 Helena spoke with great animation, and her 
 earnestness made Sir Eupert smile. 
 
 ' K that is so,' said Soame Eivers, ' they 
 would have done better if they had shot him 
 out of hand.' 
 
 Helena looked slightly annoyed as she 
 replied quickly, 'He is a strong man. I wish 
 there were more men like him in the world.' 
 
 'Well,' said Sir Eupert, 'I suppose we 
 shall all see him soon and judge for ourselves.
 
 'MV GREAT DEED WAS TOO GREAT' 125 
 
 Helena seems to have made up her mind 
 already. Shall we go upstairs ? ' 
 
 ' My great deed was too great ' held pos- 
 session that day of tlie mind and heart of 
 Helena Langley.
 
 126 THE DICTATOR 
 
 CHAPTER YI 
 
 ' HERE IS MY THRONE — BID KINGS COME 
 BOW TO IT ' 
 
 London, eager for a lion, lionised Ericson. 
 That ro^^al sport of lion-hunting, practised in 
 old times by kings in Babylon and Nineveh, 
 as those strancfe monuments in the British 
 Museum bear witness, is the favourite sport 
 of fashionable London to-day. And just at 
 that moment London lacked its regal quarry. 
 The latest traveller from Darkest Africa, the 
 latest fugitive pretender to authority in 
 France, had slipped out of the popular note 
 and the favours of the Press. Ericson came 
 in good time. There was a gaji, and he 
 filled it.
 
 'HERE IS MY THRO.XE' 127 
 
 He found himself, to his amazement and 
 his amusement, the hero of the hour. Invita- 
 tions of all kinds showered upon him ; the 
 gates of great houses yawned wide to welcome 
 him ; had he been gifted like Keliama with 
 the power of multiplying Lis personality, he 
 could scarcely have been able to accept every 
 invitation that was thrust upon him. But he 
 did accept a great many ; indeed, it might 
 be said tliat he had to accept a great many. 
 Had he Lad his ou'n way, he might, perLaps, 
 have buried himself in Hampstead, and 
 enjoyed the company of his aunt and the 
 mild society of Mr. Gilbert Sarrasin. But 
 the impetuous, indomitable Hamilton would 
 hear of no inaction. He insisted, copying a 
 famous phrase of Lord Beaconsfield's, that 
 the key of Gloria was in London. ' We must 
 make friends,' he said; 'we must keep our- 
 selves in evidence ; we must never for a 
 moment allow our claim to be foro:otten, or
 
 128 THE DICTATOR 
 
 our interests to be ignored. If we are ever 
 to get back to Gloria we must make the most 
 of our inevitable exile.' 
 
 The Dictator smiled at the enthusiasm of 
 his young henchman. Hamilton was tremen- 
 dously enthusiastic. A young Englishman of 
 higli family, of education, of some means, he 
 had attached himself to Ericson years before 
 at a time when Hamilton, fresh from the 
 University, was taking that complement to a 
 University career — a trip round the world, at 
 a time when Ericson was iust bes^innino^ that 
 course of reform which had ended for the 
 present in London and Paulo's Hotel. 
 Hamilton's enthusiasm often proved to be 
 practical. Like Ericson, he was full of great 
 ideas for the advancement of mankind ; lie 
 had swallowed all Socialisms, and had almost 
 believed, before he fell in with Ericson, that 
 he had elaborated the secret of social govern- 
 ment. But his wide knowledge was of
 
 'HERE IS MY THROXE' 129 
 
 service ; and his devotion to tlie Dictator 
 showed itself of sterling stuff on that day in 
 the Plaza Nacional when he saved his life 
 from the insurgents. If the Dictator some- 
 times smiled at Hamilton's enthusiasm, he 
 often allowed himself to yield to it. Just for 
 the moment he was a little sick of the whole 
 business ; the inevitable bitterness that tino-es 
 a man's heart who has striven to be 0^ 
 service, and who has been misunderstc^od. 
 had laid hold of him ; there were time.c' when 
 he felt that he would let the whole thing go 
 and make no further effort. Then it was tliat 
 Hamilton's enthusiasm j^roved so useful, that 
 Hamilton's restless energy in keeping in touch 
 wuth the friends of the fallen man roused him 
 and stimulated him. 
 
 He had made many friends now in 
 London. Both the great political parties 
 were civil to him, especially, perhaps, the 
 Conservatives. Being in power, they could 
 
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 I30 THE DICTATOR 
 
 not make an overt declaration of their inte- 
 rest in him, but just then the Tory Party was 
 experiencing one of those emotional waves 
 which at times sweep over its consciousness, 
 when it feels called upon to exalt the banner 
 of progress ; to play the old Eoman part of 
 lifting lip the humble and casting down the 
 proud ; of showing a paternal interest in all 
 i^ianner of schemes for the redress of wrong 
 and suffering everywhere. Somehow or 
 other it had got it into its head that Ericson 
 was a man after its own heart ; that he was 
 a kind of new Gordon ; that his gallant 
 determination to make the people of Gloria 
 happy in spite of themselves was a proof of 
 the application of Tory methods. Sir Eupert 
 encouraged this idea. As a rule, his party 
 were a httle afraid of his advanced ideas ; 
 but on this occasion they were willing to 
 accept them, and they manifested the friend- 
 liest interest in the Dictator's defeated
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 131 
 
 schemes. Indeed, so friendly were they 
 that many of the Eadicals began to take 
 alarm, and think that something must be 
 wrong with a man who met with so cordial 
 a reception from the ruling party. 
 
 Ericson himself met these overtures con- 
 tentedly enough. If it was for the good of 
 Gloria that he should return some day to 
 carry out his dreams, then anything that 
 helped him to return was for the good of 
 Gloria too, and undoubtedly the friendliness 
 of the IMinisterialists was a very im^Dortant 
 factor in the problem he was engaged upon. 
 He did not know at first how much Tory 
 feeUng was influenced by Sir Eupert ; he did 
 not know until later how much Sir Eupert 
 was influenced by his daughter. 
 
 Helena had aroused in her father some- 
 tliing of her own enthusiasm for the exiled 
 Dictator. Sir Eupert had looked into the 
 whole business more carefully, had recognised 
 
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 131 THE DICTATOR 
 
 til it It certainly would be vei'y mujli better 
 for the interests of British subjects under the 
 green and yellow banner that Gloria should 
 be ruled by an Englishman like Ericson than 
 by the wild and reckless Junta, who at 
 present upheld uncertain authority by 
 martial law. England had recognised the 
 Junta, of course ; it was the de facto Govern- 
 ment, and there was nothing else to be done. 
 But it was not managing its affairs well ; the 
 credit of the country was shaken ; its trade 
 was gravely impaired ; the very considerable 
 English colony was loud in its protests 
 against the defects of the new regime. 
 Under these conditions Sir Eupert saw no 
 reason for not extending the hand of friend- 
 ship to the Dictator. 
 
 He did extend the hand of friendship. 
 He met the Dictator at a dinner-party given 
 in his honour by Mr. Wynter, M.P. : Mr. 
 Wynter, who had always made it a point to
 
 'HERE IS M\ THROXE' 133 
 
 know everybody, and wlio was as friendly with 
 Sir Piupert as with the chieftains of his own 
 party. Sir Eupert had expressed to Wynter 
 a wish to meet Ericson ; so when the dinner 
 came off he found himself placed at the right- 
 hand side of Ericson, who was at his host's 
 right-hand side. The two men got on well 
 from the hrst. Sir Paipert was attracted by 
 the fresh unselfishness of Ericson, by some- 
 thing still youthful, still simple, in a man who 
 had done and endured so much, and be 
 made himself agreeable, as he only knew how, 
 to his neiglibour. Ericson, for his part, was 
 frankly pleased with Sir Paipert. He was a 
 little surprised, perhaps, at first to find that 
 Sir Eupert's opinions coincided so largely 
 with bis own ; that their views of govern- 
 ment agreed on so many important par- 
 ticulars. He did not at first discover that it 
 was Ericson's unconstitutional act in en- 
 forcing his reforms, rather than the actual
 
 ■134 THE DICTATOR 
 
 reforms themselves, that aroused Sir Eupert's 
 admiration. Sir Eiipert was a good talker, a 
 master of the manipulation of words, know- 
 ing exactly how much to say in order to 
 convey to the mind of his listener a very de- 
 cided impression without actually committing 
 himself to any pledged opinion. Ericson was 
 a shrewd man, but in such delicate dialectic 
 he was not a match for a man like Sir 
 Kupert. 
 
 Sir Eupert asked the Dictator to dinner, 
 and the Dictator went to the great house in 
 Queen's Gate and was presented to Helena, 
 and was placed next to her at dinner, and 
 thought her very pretty and original and 
 attractive, and enjoyed himself very much. 
 Ho found himself, to his half-unconscious 
 surprise, still young enougli and human 
 enough to be pleased with the attention 
 people were paying him — above all, that he 
 was still young enough and human enough to
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 135 
 
 be pleased with the very obvious homage of 
 a charming young woman. For Helena's 
 homage was very obvious indeed. Accus- 
 tomed always to do what she pleased, and 
 say what she pleased, Helena, at three-and- 
 twenty, had a frankness of manner, a straight- 
 forwardness of speecli, which her friends 
 called original and her detractors called 
 audacious. She would argue, unabashed, 
 with the great leader of the party on some 
 high point of foreign policy ; she would talk 
 to the great chieftain of Opposition as if he 
 were her elder brother. People who did not 
 understand her said that she was forward, 
 that she had no reserve ; even people who 
 understood her, or thought they did, were 
 sometimes a little startled by her careless 
 directness. Soame Pavers once, when he was 
 irritated by her, which occasionally happened, 
 though he generally kept his irritation to 
 himself, said that she had a ' slap on the
 
 136 THE DICTATOR 
 
 back' way of treating her friends. The 
 remark was not kind, but it happened to be 
 fairly accurate, as unkind remarks sometimes 
 are. 
 
 But from the first Helena did not treat 
 the Dictator with the same brusque spirit of 
 camaraderie which she showed to most of 
 her friends. Her admiration for the public 
 man, if it had been very enthusiastic, was 
 very sincere. She had, from the first time 
 that Ericson's name began to appear in the 
 daily papers, felt a keen interest in the 
 adventurous Englishman who was trying to 
 introduce free institutions and advanced civili- 
 sation into one of the worm-eaten republics 
 of the New World. As time went on, and 
 Ericson's doings became more and more con- 
 spicuous, the girl's admiration for the lonely 
 pioneer waxed higher and higher, till at last 
 she conjured up for herself an image of heroic 
 chivalry as romantic in its way as anything
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 137 
 
 that could be evolved from tlie dreams of a 
 sentimental schoolgirl. To reform the world 
 — was not that always England's mission, if 
 not especially the mission of her own party ? 
 — and liere was an Englishman fighting for 
 reform in that feverish place, and endeavour- 
 ing to make his people happy and prosperous 
 and civilised, by methods which certainly 
 seemed to have more in common with the 
 benevolent despotism of the Tory Party than 
 with the theories of the Opposition. Bit by 
 bit it came to pass that Helena Langley grew 
 to look upon Ericson over there in that queer, 
 ebullient corner of new Spain, as her ideal 
 hero ; and so it happened that when at last 
 she met her hero in the flesh for the first 
 time her frank audacity seemed to desert 
 her. 
 
 Not that she showed in the slightest 
 degree embarrassment when Sir Paipert first 
 presented to her the grave man with the
 
 i38 THE DICTATOR 
 
 earnest e^^es, whose pointed beard and brown 
 hair were both shghtly touched with grey. 
 Only those who knew Helena well could pos- 
 sibly have told that she was not absolutely 
 at her ease in the presence of the Dictator. 
 Ericson himself thought her the most self- 
 possessed young lady he had ever met, and to 
 him, familiar as he was with the exquisite 
 effrontery belonging to the New Castilian 
 dames of Gloria, self-possession in young 
 women was a recognised fact. Even Sir 
 Eupert himself scarcely noticed anything that 
 he would have called shyness in his daughter's 
 demeanour as she stood talking to the 
 Dictator, with her large fine eyes fixed in 
 composed gaze upon his face. But Soame 
 Eivers noticed a difference in her bearing ; he 
 was not her father, and he was accustomed to 
 watch every tone of her speech and every 
 movement of her eyes, and he saw that she 
 was not entirely herself in the company of
 
 'HERE IS MY THRO.\E' 139 
 
 the ' new man,' as he called Ericson ; and 
 seeing it he felt a pang, or at least a prick, at 
 the heart, and sneered at himself immediately 
 in consequence. But he edged up to Helena 
 just before the pairing took place for dinner, 
 and said softly to her, so that no one else 
 could hear, ' You are shy to-night. Why ? ' 
 — and moved away smiling at the angry 
 flash of her eyes and the compression of her 
 mouth. 
 
 Possibly the words of Elvers may have 
 affected her more than she was willing to 
 admit ; but she certainly was not as self- 
 composed as usual during that first dinner. 
 Her wit flashed vivaciously ; the Dictator 
 thought her brilliant, and even rather bewil- 
 dering. If anyone had said to him that 
 Helena Langley was not absolutely at her 
 ease with him, he would have stared in 
 amazement. For himself, he was not at all 
 dismayed by the brilhant, beautiful girl who
 
 140 THE DICTATOR 
 
 sat next to him. The lonj^ habit of intercourse 
 with all kinds of people, under all kinds 
 of conditions, had given him the experience 
 which enabled him to be at his ease under 
 any circumstances, even the most unfamiliar, 
 and certainly talking to Helena Langley was 
 an experience that had no precedent in the 
 Dictator's hfe. But lie talked to her readily, 
 with great pleasure ; he felt a little surprise 
 at her obvious w^illinc^ness to talk to him 
 and accept his judgment upon many things; 
 but he set this down as one of the few agree- 
 able conditions attendant upon being lionised, 
 and accepted it gratefully. ' I am the newest 
 thing,' he thought to himself, ' and so this 
 child is interested in me and consequently 
 civil to me. Probably she will have forgotten 
 all about me the next time we meet ; in 
 the meanwhile she is very charming.' The 
 Dictator had even been about to suggest to 
 himself that he might possibly forget all about
 
 'HERE IS MY THROXE' 141 
 
 her ; but somehow this did not seem very 
 likely, and he dismissed it. 
 
 He did not see very much of Helena that 
 night after the dinner. Many people came in, 
 and Helena was surrounded by a little court 
 of adorers, men of all ages and occupations, 
 statesmen, soldiers, men of letters, all eagerly 
 talking a kind of talk which was almost unin- 
 telli<2^ible to the Dictator. In that bric^ht 
 Babel of voices, in that conversation which 
 was full of allusions to thinirs of which he 
 knew nothing, and for which, if he had known, 
 he would have cared less, the Dictator felt 
 his sense of exile suddenly come strongly 
 upon him like a great chill wave. It was not 
 that he could feel neglected. A great states- 
 man was talking to him, talking at much 
 length confidentially, paying him the compli- 
 ment of repeatedly inviting his opinion, and of 
 deferring to his judgment. There was not a 
 man or woman in the room who was not
 
 142 THE DICTATOR 
 
 anxious to be introduced to Ericson, who 
 was not delighted when the introduction was 
 accorded, and when he or she had taken his 
 hand and exchanged a few words with him. 
 But somehow it was Helena's voice that 
 seemed to thrill in the Dictator's ears ; it 
 was Helena's face that his eyes wandered 
 to through all that brilhant crowd, and it 
 was with something like a sense of serious 
 regret that he found himself at last taking 
 her hand and wishing her good-night. Her 
 bright eyes grew brighter as she expressed 
 the hope that they should meet soon again. 
 The Dictator bowed and withdrew. He felt 
 in his heart that he shared the hope very 
 strongly. 
 
 The hope was certainly realised. So 
 notable a lion as the Dictator was asked 
 everywhere, and everywhere that he went 
 he met the Langleys. In the high political 
 and social life in which the Dictator, to his
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 143 
 
 entertainment, found himself, the hostihties of 
 warring parties had Httle or no effect. In 
 that rarefied air it was hard to draw the 
 breath of party passion, and the Dictator 
 came across the Langleys as often in the 
 houses of the Opposition as in Ministerial 
 mansions. So it came to pass that some- 
 thing almost approaching to an intimacy 
 sprang up between John Ericson on the one 
 part and Sir Eupert and Helena Langley on the 
 other. Sir Eupert felt a real interest in the 
 adventurous man with the eccentric ideas ; 
 perhaps his presence recalled something of 
 Sir Eupert's own hot youth when he had 
 had eccentric ideas and was looked upon 
 with alarm by the steady-going. Helena 
 made no concealment of her interest in the 
 exile. She was always so frank in her friend- 
 ships, so off-hand and boyish in her air of 
 comradeship with many people, that her 
 attitude towards the Dictator did not strike
 
 144 THE DICTATOR 
 
 any one, except Soame Elvers, as being in 
 the least marked — for her. Indeed, most of 
 her admirers would have held that slie was 
 more reserved with the Dictator than with 
 others of her friends. Soame Pavers saw 
 that there was a difference in her bearing 
 towards the Dictator and towards the courtiers 
 of her little court, and he smiled cynically and 
 pretended to be amused. 
 
 Ericson's acquaintance with the Langleys 
 ripened into that rapid intimacy which is 
 sometimes possible in London. At the end of 
 a week he had met them many times and 
 had been twice to their house. Helena had 
 always insisted that a friendship whicli was 
 worth anything should declare itself at once, 
 should blossom quickly into being, and not 
 grow by slow stages. She offered the Dic- 
 tator her friendship very frankly and very 
 graciously, and Ericson accepted very frankly 
 the gracious gift. For it dehghted him, tired
 
 'HERE IS MY THROXE' 145 
 
 as he was of all the strife and struggle of the 
 last few years, to find rest and sympathy in 
 the friendship of so charming a girl ; the 
 cordial sympathy she showed him came like 
 a balm to the hiimiUation of his overthrow. 
 He liked Helena, he liked her father ; though 
 he had known them but for a handful of days, 
 it always delighted him to meet them ; he 
 always felt in their society that he was in tlie 
 society of friends. 
 
 One evening, when Ericson had been little 
 more than a month in London, he found 
 himsalf at an evening party given by Lady 
 Seagraves. Lady Seagraves was a wonderful 
 woman — ' the fine flower of our modern 
 civilisation,' Soame Elvers called her. Every- 
 body came to her house ; she delighted in 
 contrasts ; life was to her one prolonged 
 antithesis. Soame Pavers said of her parties 
 that they resembled certain early Italian 
 pictures, which gave you the mythological 
 
 VOL. I. L
 
 146 THE DICTATOR 
 
 gods in one place, a battle in another, a scene 
 of pastoral peace in a third. It was an 
 astonishing amalgam. 
 
 Ericson arrived at Lady Seagraves' house 
 rather late ; the rooms were very full — he 
 found it difficult to get up the great staircase. 
 There had been some great Ministerial 
 function, and the dresses of many of the men 
 in the croAvd were as bright as the women's. 
 Court suits, ribands, and orders lent additional 
 colour to a richly coloured scene. But even 
 in a crowd where everybody bore some claim 
 to distinction the arrival of the Dictator 
 aroused general attention. Ericson was not 
 yet sufficiently hardened to the experience to 
 be altogether indifTerent to the fact that every- 
 one was looking at him ; tliat people were 
 whispering liis name to each other as he 
 slowly made his way from stair to stair ; that 
 pretty women paused in their upward or 
 downward progress to look at him, and
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 147 
 
 invariably with a look of admiration for his 
 grave, handsome face. 
 
 When he got to the top of the stairs 
 Ericson found his hostess, and shook hands 
 with her. Lady Seagraves was an effusive 
 woman, who was always delighted to see any 
 of her friends ; but she felt a special delight 
 at seeing the Dictator, and she greeted him 
 with a special effusiveness. Her party was 
 chokiug with celebrities of all kinds, social, 
 political, artistic, legal, clerical, dramatic ; 
 but it would not have been entirely trium- 
 phant if it had not included the Dictator. 
 Lady Seagraves was very glad to see him 
 indeed, and said so in her warm, enthusiastic 
 way. 
 
 ' I'm so glad to see you,' Lady Seagraves 
 murmured. ' It was so nice of you to come. 
 I was beginning to be desperately afraid that 
 you had forgotten all about me and my poor 
 httle party.' 
 
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 148 THE DICTATOR 
 
 It was one of Lady Seagraves' graceful 
 little afTectations to pretend that all her 
 parties were small parties, almost partak- 
 ing of the nature of impromptu festivities. 
 Ericson glanced around over the great 
 room crammed to overflowing with a crowd 
 of men and women who could hardly 
 move, men and women most of whose faces 
 were famous or beautiful, men and women all 
 of whom, as Soame Elvers said, had their 
 names in tlie play-bill ; there was a smile on 
 his face as he turned his eyes from the 
 brilliant mass to Lady Seagraves' face. 
 
 ' How could I forget a promise which it 
 gives me so much pleasure to fulfd ? ' he 
 asked. Lady Seagraves gave a little cry of 
 delight. 
 
 ' ^ow that's perfectly sweet of you ! How 
 did you ever learn to say such pretty things 
 in that dreadful place .^ Oh, but of course ; 
 I forgot Spaniards pay compliments to per-
 
 'HERE IS MY THROXE' 149 
 
 fection, and you have learnt the art from 
 them, you frozen Xortherner.' 
 
 Ericson laughed. ' I am afraid I should 
 never rival a Spaniard in compliment,' lie 
 said. He never knew quite what to talk to 
 Lady Seagraves about, but, indeed, there was 
 no need for him to trouble himself, as Lady 
 Seagraves could at all times talk enough for 
 two more. 
 
 So he just listened while Lady Seagraves 
 rattled on, sending his glance hither and 
 thither in that glittering assembl}', seeking 
 almost unconsciously for one face. He saw it 
 almost immediately ; it was the face of Helena 
 Langley, and her eyes were fixed on him. 
 She was standino- in the throm^ at some 
 little distance from him, talking to Soame 
 Elvers, but she nodded and smiled to the 
 Dictator. 
 
 At that moment the arrival of the Duke 
 and Duchess of Deptford set Ericson free from
 
 I50 THE DICTATOR 
 
 the ripple of Lady Seagraves' conversation. 
 She turned to greet the new arrivals, and the 
 Dictator began to edge his way through the 
 press to where Helena was standing. Though 
 she was only a little distance off, his progress 
 was but slow progress. The rooms were 
 tightly packed, and almost every person he 
 met knew him and spoke to him, or shook 
 hands with him, but he made his way steadily 
 forward. 
 
 ' Here comes the illustrious exile ! ' said 
 Soame Elvers, in a low tone. ' I suppose 
 nobody will have a chance of saying a word 
 to you for the rest of the evening ? ' 
 
 Miss Langley glanced at him with a little 
 frown. ' I am afraid I can scarcely hope 
 that Mr. Ericson will consent to be monopo- 
 lised by me for the whole of the evening,' she 
 said ; ' but I wish he would, for he is certainly 
 the most interesting person here.' 
 
 Soame Pavers shrugiied his shoulders
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 151 
 
 slightly. ' You always know someone who 
 is the most interesting man in the world — for 
 the time being,' he said. 
 
 Miss Langley frowned again, but she did 
 not reply, for by this time Ericson had 
 reached her, and was holding out his hand. 
 She took it with a bright smile of welcome, 
 Soame Eivers slipped away in the crowd, 
 after nodding to Ericson. 
 
 ' I am so glad that you have come,' 
 Helena said. 'I was beginning to fear that 
 you were not coming.' 
 
 ' It is very kind of you,' the Dictator 
 began, but Miss Langley interrupted him. 
 
 ' Xo, no ; it isn't kind of me at all ; it is 
 just natural selfishness. I want to talk to 
 you about several things ; and if you hadn't 
 come I should have been disappointed in my 
 purpose, and I hate being disappointed.' 
 
 The Dictator still persisted that any mark 
 of interest from Miss Langley was kindness.
 
 152 THE DICTATOR 
 
 * What do you want to talk to me about 
 particularly ? ' he asked. 
 
 'Oh, many things I But Ave can't talk in 
 this awful crusli. It's like trying to stand up 
 against big billows on a storm}^ day. Come 
 with me. There is a quieter place at the 
 back, where we shall have a chance of 
 peace.' 
 
 She turned and led the way slowly 
 through the crowd, the Dictator following 
 her obediently. Once again the progress was 
 a slow one, for every man had a word for 
 Miss Langley, and he himself was eagerly 
 caught at as they drifted along. But at last 
 they got through the greater crush of the 
 centre rooms and found themselves in a kind 
 of lull in a further saloon where a piano was, 
 and where there were fewer people. Out of 
 this room there was a still smaller one with 
 several palms in it, and out of the palms 
 arising a great bronze reproduction of the
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 153 
 
 Hermes of Praxiteles. Lady Seagraves play- 
 fully called this little room her Pagan parlour. 
 Here people who knew the house well found 
 their way when they wanted quiet conversa- 
 tion. There was nobody in it when Miss 
 Langley and the Dictator arrived. Helena 
 sat down on a sofa with a sii^h of relief, and 
 Ericson sat down beside her. 
 
 'What a dehghtful change from all that 
 awful noise and glare ! ' said Helena. ' I am 
 very fond of this little corner, and I think 
 Lady Seagraves regards it as especially sacred 
 to me.' 
 
 ' I am grateful for being permitted to 
 cross the hallowed threshold,' said the Dic- 
 tator. ' Is this the tutelary divinity ? ' And 
 he glanced up at the bronze image. 
 
 ' Yes,' said Miss Langley ; ' that is a copy 
 of the Hermes of Praxiteles which was dis- 
 covered at Olympia some years ago. It is 
 the right thing to worship.'
 
 154 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' One so seldom worships the right thing 
 — at least, at the right time,' he said. 
 
 ' I worship the right thing, I know,' she 
 rejoined, ' but I don't quite know about the 
 right time.' 
 
 ' Your instincts would be sure to guide 
 you right,' he answered, not indeed quite 
 knowing what he was talking about. 
 
 ' Why ? ' she asked, point blank. 
 
 ' Well, I suppose I meant to say that 
 you have nobler instincts than most other 
 people.' 
 
 ' Come, you are not trying to pay me a 
 compliment ? I don't want compliments ; I 
 hate and detest them. Leave them to stupid 
 and uninteresting men.' 
 
 ' And to stupid and uninteresting 
 women ? ' 
 
 ' Another try at a compliment ! ' 
 
 ' No ; I felt that.' 
 
 'Well, anyhow, I did not entice you in
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 155 
 
 here to hear anythmg about myself; I know 
 all about myself.' 
 
 ' Indeed,' he said straightforwardly, ' I do 
 not care to pay compliments, and I should 
 never think of wearying you with them. I 
 believe I hardly quite knew what I was talk- 
 ing about just now.' 
 
 ' Very well ; it does not matter. I want 
 to hear about you. I want to know all about 
 you. I want you to trust in me and treat me 
 as your friend.' 
 
 ' But what do you want me to tell you ? ' 
 
 ' About yourself and your projects and 
 everything. Will you ? ' 
 
 The Dictator was a little bewildered by 
 the girl's earnestness, her energy, and the 
 perfect simplicity of her evident belief that 
 she was saying nothing unreasonable. She 
 saw reluctance and hesitation in his eyes. 
 
 ' You are very young,' he began. 
 
 ' Too young to be trusted ? '
 
 156 THE DICTATOR 
 
 * No, I (lid not say that! 
 
 * But your look said it.' 
 
 ' My look then mistranslated my feeling.* 
 
 ' What did you feel ? ' 
 
 ' Surprise, and interest, and gratitude.' 
 
 She tossed her head impatiently. 
 
 ' Do you think I can't understand .^ ' she 
 asked, in her impetuous way — her imperial 
 way with most others, but only an impetuous 
 way with him. For most others with whom 
 she was familiar she was able to control and 
 be familiar with, but she could only be im- 
 petuous with the Dictator. Indeed, it was 
 the high tide of her emotion which carried 
 her away so far as to fling her in mere im- 
 petuousness against him. 
 
 The Dictator was silent for a moment, and 
 then he said : ' You don't seem much more 
 than a child to me.' 
 
 * Oh ! Why ? Do you not know ? — I am 
 twenty-three 1 '
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 157 
 
 ' I am twenty-three,' the Dictator mur- 
 mured, looking at her with a kindly and 
 half-melancholy interest. ' You are twenty- 
 three ! Well, there it is — do you not see, 
 Miss Langley ? ' 
 
 ' There what is ? ' 
 
 ' There is all the difference. To be 
 twenty-three seems to you to make you 
 quite a grown-up person.' 
 
 ' What else should it make me ? I have 
 been of age for tw^o years. What am I but a 
 grown-up person ? ' 
 
 ' Not in my sense,' he said placidly. ' You 
 see, I have gone through so much, and lived 
 so many lives, that I begin to feel quite like 
 an old man already. Why, I might have had 
 a daughter as old as you.' 
 
 ' Oh, stuff! ' the audacious young woman 
 interposed. 
 
 ' Stuff? How do you know ? ' 
 
 ' As if I hadn't read lives of you in all the
 
 1 58 THE DICTATOR 
 
 papers and magazines and I don't know what. 
 I can tell you your birthday if you wish, and 
 the year of your birth. You are quite young 
 — in my eyes.' 
 
 'You are kind to me,' he said, gravely, 
 ' and I am quite sure that I look at my very 
 best in your eyes.' 
 
 ' You do indeed,' she said ferventl}^ grate- 
 fully. 
 
 ' Still that does not prevent me from being 
 twenty years older ilian you.' 
 
 'All right ; but would you refuse to talk 
 frankly and sensibly about yourself? — 
 sensibly, I mean, as one talks to a friend and 
 not as one talks to a child. Would you re- 
 fuse to talk in that way to a young man 
 merely because you were twenty years older 
 than he ? ' 
 
 ' I am not much of a talker,' he said, ' and 
 I very much doubt if I should talk to a young
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 159 
 
 man at all about my projects, unless, of 
 course, to my friend Hamilton.' 
 
 Helena turned half away disappointed. 
 It was of no use, then — she was not his friend. 
 He did not care to reveal himself to her ; 
 and yet she thought she could do so much to 
 help him. She felt that tears were beginning 
 to gather in her eyes, and she would not 
 for all the world that he should see them. 
 
 ' I thought we were friends,' slie said, 
 giving out the words very much as a child 
 might give them out — and, indeed, her heart 
 was much more as that of a little child than 
 she herself knew or than he knew then ; for 
 she had not the least idea that she was in love 
 or likely to be in love with the Dictator. Her 
 free, energetic, wild-falcon spirit had never as 
 yet troubled itself with thoughts of such kind. 
 She had made a hero for herself out of the 
 Dictator — she almost adored him ; but it was
 
 i6o THE DICTATOR 
 
 with the most genuine hero-worship— or fetish 
 worship, if that be the better and harsher way 
 of putting it — and she liad never thought of 
 being in love with him. Her highest ambition 
 up to this hour was to be his friend and to be 
 admitted to his confidence, and — oh, happy 
 recognition ! — to be consulted by him. When 
 she said ' I tliought we were friends,' she 
 jumped up and went towards the window to 
 hide the emotion which she knew was only too 
 likely to make itself felt. 
 
 The Dictator got up and followed her. 
 ' We are friends,' he said. 
 
 She looked brightly round at him, but 
 perhaps he saw in her eyes that she had been 
 feeling a keen disappointment. 
 
 ' You think my professed friendsliip mere 
 girlish inquisitiveness — you know you do,' she 
 said, for she was still angry. 
 
 * Indeed I do not,' he said earnestly. ' I 
 have had no friendship since I came back an
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' i6i 
 
 outcast to England — no friendship like that 
 given to me by you ' 
 
 She turned round delightedly to^vards 
 him. 
 
 ' And by your father.' 
 
 And again, she could not tell why, she 
 turned partly away. 
 
 ' But the truth is,' he went on to say, ' I 
 have no clearly defined plans as yet.' 
 
 ' You don't mean to give in ? ' she asked 
 eagerly. 
 
 He smiled at her impetuosity. She 
 blushed slightly as she saw his smile. 
 
 ' Oh, I know,' she exclaimed, ' yoii think 
 me an impertinent schoolgirl, and you only 
 laugh at me.' 
 
 ' I do nothing of the kind. It is only too 
 much of a pleasure to me to talk to you on 
 terms of friendship. Look here, I wish we 
 could do as people used to do in the old 
 melodramas, and swear an eternal friendship.' 
 
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 i62 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' I swear an eternal friendship to you,' she 
 exclaimed, ' whether you like it or not,' and, 
 obeying the wild impulse of the hour, she held 
 out both her hands. 
 
 He took them both in his, held them for 
 just one instant, and then let them go. 
 
 ' I accept the friendship,' he said, with a 
 quiet smile, ' and I reciprocate it with all my 
 heart.' 
 
 Helena was already growing a little alarmed 
 at her own impulsiveness and effusiveness. 
 But there was something in the Dictator's 
 quiet, grave, and protecting way which always 
 seemed to reassure her. ' He will be sure to 
 understand me,' was the vague thought in her 
 mind. 
 
 Assuredly the Dictator now thought lie 
 did understand her. He felt satisfied tliat her 
 enthusiasm was the enthusiasm of a generous 
 girl's friendship, and that she thought about 
 him in no other way. He had learned to like
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 163 
 
 her companionsliip, and to think much of her 
 fresh, courageous intellect, and even of her 
 practical good sense. He had no doubt that 
 he should find her advice on many things 
 worth having. His battlefield just now and 
 for some time to come must be in London — in 
 the London of finance and diplomacy. 
 
 ' Come and sit down again,' the Dictator 
 said ; ' I will tell you all I know — and I don't 
 know much. I do not mean to give up, Miss 
 Langley. I am not a man who gives up — I 
 am not built that way.' 
 
 ' Of course I knew,' Helena exclaimed tri- 
 umphantly ; ' I knew you would never give 
 up. You couldn't.' 
 
 ' I couldn't — and I do not believe I ought 
 to give up. I am sure I know better how to 
 provide for the future of Gloria than — than — 
 well, than Gloria knows herself — just now. 
 I believe Gloria will want me back.' 
 
 ' Of course she will want you back when 
 
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 i64 THE DICTATOR 
 
 she comes to her senses,' Helena said with 
 sparkhng eyes. 
 
 ' I don't blame her for having a little lost 
 her senses under the conditions — it was all 
 too new, and I was too hasty. I was too 
 much inspired by the ungoverned energy of 
 the new broom. I should do better now if I 
 had the chance.' 
 
 ' You will have the chance — you must 
 have it ! ' 
 
 ' Do you promise it to me ?' he asked with 
 a kindly smile. 
 
 ' I do — I can — I know it will come to 
 you ! ' 
 
 ' Well, I can wait,' he said quietly. 
 ' When Gloria calls me to go back to her 
 i wull go.' 
 
 ' But what do you mean by Gloria ? Do 
 you want a 2?lehiscite of the whole population 
 in your favour ? ' 
 
 ' Oh no ! I only mean this, that if the
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 165 
 
 large majority of the people Avliom I strove 
 to serve are of opinion they can do without 
 me — well, then, I shall do without them. 
 But if they call me I shall go to them,, 
 although I went to my death and knew it 
 beforehand,' 
 
 ' One may do worse things,' the girl said 
 proudly, ' than go knowingly to one's 
 death/ 
 
 ' You are so young,' he said. ' Death 
 seems nothing to you. The young and the 
 generous are brave like that.' 
 
 ' Oh,' she exclaimed, ' let my youth 
 alone ! ' 
 
 She would have liked to say, ' Oh, con- 
 found my youth ! ' but she did not give way 
 to any such unseemly impulse. Slie felt very 
 happy again, her high spirits all rallying 
 round her. 
 
 ' Let your youth alone ! ' the Dictator said, 
 with a half-melancholy smile. ' So long" as
 
 l66 THE DICTATOR 
 
 time lets it alone — and even time will do that 
 for some years yet.' 
 
 Then he stopped and felt a little as if he 
 had been preaching a sermon to the girl. 
 
 ' Come/ she broke in upon his morahsings, 
 ' if I am so dreadfully young, at least I'll have 
 the benefit of my immaturity. If I am to be 
 treated as a child, I must have a child's 
 freedom from conventionality.' She dragged 
 forward a heavy armchair lined with the soft, 
 mellowed, dull red leather which one sees 
 made into cushions and sofa-pillows in the 
 shops of Nuremberg's more artistic uphol- 
 sterers, and then at its side on the carpet 
 she planted a footstool of the same material 
 and colour. ' There,' she said, ' you sit in that 
 chair.' 
 
 ' And you, what are you going to do ? ' 
 ' Sit first, and I will show you.' 
 He obeyed her and sat in the great chair. 
 ' Well, now ? ' he asked.
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 167 
 
 * I shall sit here at your feet.' She flung 
 herself down and sat on the footstool. 
 
 ' Here is my throne,' she said composedly ; 
 ' bid kings come bow to it.' 
 
 'Kings come bowing to a banished 
 Eepubhcan ? ' 
 
 ' You are my King,' she answered, ' and 
 so I sit at your feet and am proud and 
 happy. Now talk to me and tell me some 
 more.' 
 
 But the talk was not destined to go any 
 farther that night. Eivers and one or two 
 others came lounging in. Helena did not stir 
 from her lowly position. The Dictator re- 
 mained as he was just long enough to show 
 that he did not rec^ard himself as haviuvT been 
 disturbed. Helena flung a saucy little glance 
 of defiance at the principal intruder. 
 
 'I know you were sent for me,' she said. 
 'Papa wants me?' 
 
 ' Yes,' the intruder replied ; 'if I had not
 
 i68 THE DICTATOR 
 
 been sent I should never have ventured to 
 follow you into this room.* 
 
 ' Of course not — this is my special 
 sanctuary. Lady Seagraves has dedicated 
 it to me, and now I dedicate it to Mr. Ericson. 
 I have just been telling him that, for all he is 
 a Kepublican, he is my King.' 
 
 The Dictator had risen by this time. 
 
 * You are sent for ? ' he said. 
 
 ' Yes — I am sorry.' 
 
 ' So am I — but we must not keep SirEupert 
 waiting.' 
 
 'I shall see you again — when ? ' she asked 
 eagerly. 
 
 ' Whenever you wish,' he answered. Then 
 they shook hands, and Soame Elvers took her 
 away. 
 
 Several ladies remarked that night that 
 really Helena Langley was going quite beyond 
 all bounds, and was overdoing her unconven- 
 tionality quite too shockingly. She was
 
 'HERE IS MY THRONE' 169 
 
 actually throwing herself right at Mr. Ericson's 
 head. Of course Mr. Ericson would not think 
 of marrying a chit like that. He was quite 
 old enous^h to be her father. 
 
 One or two stout dowagers shook their 
 heads sagaciously, and remarked that Sir 
 Eupert had a great deal of money, and that a 
 large fortune got with a wife might come in 
 very handy for the projects of a dethroned 
 Dictator. ' And men are all so vain, my dear,* 
 remarked one to another. ' Mr. Ericson 
 doesn't look vain,' the other said meditatively. 
 ' They are all alike, my dear,' rejoined the 
 one. And so the matter was settled — or left 
 unsettled. 
 
 Meanwhile the Dictator went home, and 
 began to look over maps and charts of Gloria. 
 He buried himself in some plans of street 
 improvement, including a new and splendid 
 opera house, of which he had actually laid the 
 foundation before the crash came.
 
 F70 THE DICTATOR 
 
 CHAPTEE YII 
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 
 
 Why did the Dictator bury himself in his maps 
 and his plans and his improvements in the 
 street architecture of a city which in all pro- 
 babihty he was never to see more ? 
 
 For one reason. Because his mind was on 
 something else to-night, and he did not feel 
 as if he were acting with full fidelity to the 
 cause of Gloria if he allowed any subject to 
 come even for an hour too directly between 
 him and that. Little as he permitted himself 
 to put on the airs of a patriot and philan- 
 thropist — much as he would have hated to 
 exhibit himself or be regarded as a professional 
 patriot, yet the devotion to that cause which 
 he had himself created — the cause of a regene-
 
 THE PRINCE AND CL AUDIO 171 
 
 rated Gloria — was deep down in bis very 
 heart. Gloria and her future were his day- 
 dream — his idol, his hobby, or his craze, if 
 you like ; he had long been possessed by the 
 thoucfht of a redeemed and recrenerated Gloria. 
 To-night his mind had been thrown for a 
 moment off the track — and it was therefore 
 that he pulled out his maps and was en- 
 deavouring to get on to the track again. 
 
 But he could not help thinking of Helena 
 Langley. The girl embarrassed him — bevril- 
 dered him. Her upturned eyes came between 
 him and his maps. Her frank homage was 
 just like that of a child. Yet she was not a 
 child, but a remarkably clever and brilliant 
 young woman, and he did not know whether 
 he ought to accept her homage. He was, for 
 all his strange career, somewhat conservative 
 in his notions about women. He thought that 
 there om?ht to be a sweet reserve about them 
 always. He rather liked the pedestal theory
 
 172 THE DICTATOR 
 
 about woman. The approaches and the devo- 
 tion, he thought, ought to come from the man 
 always. In the case of Helena Langley, it 
 never occurred to him to think that her devo- 
 tion was anything different from the devotion 
 of Hamilton ; but then a young man who is 
 one's secretary is quite free to show his devo- 
 tion, while a young woman who is not one's 
 secretary is not free to show her devotion. 
 Ericson kept asking himself whether Sir 
 Eupert would not feel vexed when he heard 
 of the way in which his dear spoiled child 
 had been going on — as he probably would 
 fron. herself — for she evidently had not the 
 faintest notion of concealment. On the other 
 hand, what could Ericson do ? Give Helena 
 Langley an exposition of his theories con- 
 cerning proper behaviour in unmarried 
 womanhood ? Why, how absurd and priggish 
 and offensive such a course of action would 
 be ! The girl would either break into
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 173 
 
 laughter at him or feel herself offended by his 
 attempt to lecture her. And who or what 
 had given him any right to lecture her ? 
 What, after all, had she done ? Sat on a foot- 
 stool beside the chair of a public man whose 
 cause she sympathised with, and who was 
 quite old enough — or nearly so, at all events 
 — to be her father. Up to this time Ericson 
 was rather inchned to press the ' old enough 
 to be her father,' and to leave out the ' nearly 
 so.' Then, again, he reminded himself that 
 social ways and manners had very much 
 changed in London during his absence, and 
 that oirls were allowed, and even encourao-ed, 
 to do all manner of things now which would 
 have been thought tomboyish, or even im- 
 proper, in his younger days. Why, he had 
 glanced at scores of leading articles and essays 
 written to prove that the London girl of the 
 close of the century was free to do things 
 which would have brought the deepest and
 
 174 THE DICTATOR 
 
 most comprehensive blush to the cheeks of the 
 meek and modest maidens of a former genera- 
 tion. 
 
 Yes — but for all this change of manners it 
 was certain that he had himself heard comments 
 made on the impulsive unconventionality of 
 Miss Langley. The comments were sometimes 
 generous, sympathetic, and perhaps a little 
 pitying — and of course they were sometimes 
 ill-natured and spiteful. But, whatever their 
 tone, they were all tuned to the one key — that 
 Miss Langley was impulsively unconventional. 
 
 The Dictator was inclined to resent the in- 
 trusion of a woman into his thoughts. For 
 years he had been in the habit of regarding 
 women as trees walking. He had had a love 
 disappointment early in life. His true love 
 had proved a false true love, and he had taken 
 it very seriously — taken it quite to heart. 
 He was not enough of a modern London man 
 to recognise the fact that something of the
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUD JO 175 
 
 kind happens to a good many people, and that 
 there are still a great many girls left to choose 
 from. He ought to have made nothing of it, 
 and consoled himself easily, but he did not. 
 So he had lost his ideal of womanhood, and 
 went through the world like one deprived of 
 a sense. The man is, on the whole, happiest 
 whose true love dies early, and leaves him with 
 an ideal of womanhood which never can 
 change. He is, if he be at all a true man, 
 thenceforth as one who walks under the 
 guidance of an angel. But Ericson's mind 
 was put out by the failure of his ideal. Hap- 
 pily he was a strong man by nature, with deep 
 impassioned longings and profound convic- 
 tions ; and going on through life in his lonely, 
 overcrowded way, he soon became absorbed 
 in the entrancing egotism of devotion to a 
 great cause. He began to see all things in 
 life first as they bore on the regeneration of 
 Gloria — now as they bore on his restoration to
 
 176 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Gloria. So he had been forgetting all about 
 women, except as ornaments of society, and 
 occasionally as useful mechanisms in politics. 
 The memory of his false true love had long 
 faded. He did not now particularly regret 
 that she had been false. He did not regret it 
 even for her own sake — for he knew that she 
 has got on very well in life — had married a 
 rich man — held a good position in society, and 
 apparently had all her desires gratified. It 
 was probable — it was almost certain — that he 
 should meet her in London this season — and 
 he felt no interest or curiosity about the 
 meeting — did not even trouble himself by 
 wonderinc^ whether she had been followiufr 
 his career with eyes in which old memories 
 gleamed. But after her he had done no love- 
 making and felt inclined for no romance. His 
 ideal, as has been said, was gone — and he did 
 not care for women without an ideal to 
 pursue.
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 177 
 
 Every night, however late, when the Dic- 
 tator had got back to his rooms Hamilton 
 came to see him, and they read over letters 
 and talked over the doings of the next day. 
 Hamilton came this night in the usual course 
 of thin^Tjs and Ericson was delif^hted to see 
 him. He was sick of trying to study the 
 street improvements of the metropolis of 
 Gloria, and he w^as vexed at the intrusion of 
 Helena Langley into his mind — for he did not 
 suspect in the least that she had yet made 
 any intrusion into his heart. 
 
 'Well, Hamilton, I hope you have been 
 enjoying yourself? ' 
 
 ' Yes, Excellency — fairly enough. Do 
 you know I had a long talk with Sir Eupert 
 Langley about you ? ' 
 
 ' Aye, aye. What does Sir Eupert say 
 about me ? ' 
 
 ' Well,' he says, Hamilton began distress- 
 
 VOL. I. N
 
 178 THE DICTA TOR 
 
 edly, ' that you had better give up all notions 
 of Gloria and go in for English politics.' 
 
 The Dictator laughed ; and at tlie same 
 time felt a little touched. He could not help 
 remembering the declaration of his life's 
 policy he had just been making to Sir Eupcrt 
 Langley's daughter. 
 
 ' What on earth do I know about English 
 politics ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, well ; of course you could get it all 
 up easily enough, so far as that goes.' 
 
 'But doesn't Sir Eupert see that, so far as 
 1 understand things at all, I should be in tlie 
 party opposed to him ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, he says that ; but he doesn't seem 
 to mind. lie thinks you would find a field in 
 English politics ; and he says the life of the 
 House of Commons is the life to which the 
 ambition of every true Englishman ought to 
 turn — and, you know — all that sort of thing.'
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUD 10 179 
 
 ' And does he think that I have forgotten 
 Gloria ? ' 
 
 ' No ; but he has a theory about all South 
 American States. He thinks they are all 
 rotten, and that sort of thing. He insists 
 that you are thrown away on Gloria.' 
 
 * Fancy a man being thrown away upon a 
 country,' the Dictator said, with a smile. ' I 
 have often heard and read of a country being 
 thrown away upon a man, but never yet of a 
 man being thrown away upon a country. I 
 should not have wondered at such an opinion 
 from an ordinary Englishman, who has no 
 idea of a place the size of Gloria, where we 
 could stow away England, France, and Ger- 
 many in a little unnoticed corner. But Sir 
 Eupert — who has been there ! Give us out 
 the cigars, Hamilton — and ring for some 
 drinks.' 
 
 Hamilton brought out the cigars, and 
 rang the bell. 
 
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 tBo THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' Well — anyhow — I liave told you,' be 
 said hesitatingly. 
 
 * So you have, boy, with your usual indo- 
 mitable honesty. For I know what you think 
 about]^all this.' 
 
 * Of course you do.' 
 
 * You don't want to give up Gloria ? ' 
 *Give up Gloria? Never — while grass 
 
 grows and water runs ! ' 
 
 ' Well, then, we need not say any more 
 about that. Tell me, though, where was all 
 this ? At Lady Seagraves' ? ' 
 
 ' No ; it was at Sir Eupert's own house.' 
 
 ' Oh, yes, I forgot ; you were dining 
 there ? ' 
 
 ' Yes ; I was dining there.' 
 
 ' This was after dinner ? ' 
 
 ' Yes ; there were very few men there, 
 and he talked all this to me in a confidential 
 sort of way. Tell me, Excellency ; what do 
 you think of his daughter ? '
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUD 10 i8r 
 
 The Dictator almost started. If the ques- 
 tion had come out of his own inner con- 
 sciousness it could not have illustrated more 
 clearly the problem which was perplexing 
 bis heart. 
 
 ' Why, Hamilton, I have not seen very 
 much of her, and I don't profess to be much 
 of a judge of young ladies. Why on earth 
 do you want my opinion ? What is your 
 own opinion of her ? ' 
 
 'I think she is very beautiful.' 
 
 'So do I.' 
 
 ' And awfully clever.' 
 
 ' Eight again — so do I.' 
 
 'And singularly attractive, don't you 
 think ? ' 
 
 'Yes; very attractive indeed. But you 
 know, my boy, that the attractions of young 
 women have now little more than a purely 
 historical interest for me. Still, I am quite 
 prepared to go as far with you as to admit
 
 182 THE DICTATOR 
 
 that Miss Langley is a most attractive young 
 woman/ 
 
 ' She thinks ever so much of you^ Hamil- 
 ton said dogmatically. 
 
 ' She has great sympathy with our cause,' 
 the Dictator said. 
 
 ' She would do anything you asked her 
 to do.' 
 
 ' My boy, I don't want to ask her to do 
 anything.' 
 
 ' Excellency, I want you to advise her to 
 do somethinfT — for me! 
 
 'For you, Hamilton? Is that the way?' 
 The Dictator asked the question with a tone 
 of mfinite sympathy, and he stood up as if he 
 were about to give some important order. 
 Hamilton, on the other hand, coHapsed into a 
 chair. 
 
 ' That is the way, Excellency.' 
 
 ' You are in love with this child ? '
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 183 
 
 ' I am madly in love with this child, if 
 you call her so.' 
 
 Ericson made some strides up and down 
 the room, with his hands behind him. Then 
 he suddenly stopped. 
 
 ' Is this quite a serious business ? ' he 
 asked, in a low, soft voice. 
 
 ' Terribly serious for me. Excellency, if 
 things don't turn out right. I have been hit 
 very hard.' 
 
 The Dictator smiled. 
 
 ' We get over such things,' he said. 
 
 ' But I don't want to get over this ; I 
 don't mean to get over it.' 
 
 ' Well,' Ericson said good-humouredly, 
 and with quite recovered composure, ' it may 
 not be necessary for you to get over it. Does 
 the young lady want you to get over it ? ' 
 
 ' I haven't ventured to ask her yet.' 
 
 ' What do you mean to ask her ? '
 
 l84 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' Well, of course — if she will — have me.' 
 
 ' Yes, naturally. But I mean when ' 
 
 ' When do I mean to ask her ? ' 
 
 ' No ; when do you propose to marry 
 her?' 
 
 * Well, of course, when we have settled 
 ourselves again in Gloria, and all is right 
 there. You don't fancy I would do anything 
 before we have made that all right ? ' 
 
 ' But all that is a little vague,' the Dic- 
 tator said ; ' the time is somewhat indefinite. 
 One does not quite know what the young 
 lady might say.' 
 
 'She is just as enthusiastic about Gloria 
 as I am, or as you are.' 
 
 ' Yes, but her father. Have you said 
 anything to him about this ? ' 
 
 ' Not a word. I waited until I could talk 
 of it to you, and get your promise to help 
 me.' 
 
 ' Of course I'll help you, if I can. But tell
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 185 
 
 me, how can I? What do you want me to 
 do ? Shall I speak to Sir Eupert ? ' 
 
 ' If you would speak to him after, I 
 should be awfully glad. But I don't so much 
 mind about him just yet ; I want you to 
 speak to her ! ' 
 
 ' To Miss Langley ? To ask her to marry 
 you?' 
 
 ' That's about what it comes to,' Hamilton 
 said courageously. 
 
 ' But, my dear love-sick youth, would you 
 not much rather woo and win the girl for 
 yourself? ' 
 
 * What I am afraid of,' Hamilton said 
 gravely, ' is that she would pretend not to take 
 me seriously. Slie would laugh and turn me 
 into ridicule, and try to make fun of the 
 whole thing. But if you tell her that it is 
 positively serious and a business of life and 
 death with me, then she will believe you, and 
 she must take it seriously and give you a
 
 i86 THE DICTATOR 
 
 serious answer, or at least promise to give me 
 a serious answer.' 
 
 ' This is the oddest v/ay of love-making, 
 Hamilton.' 
 
 ' I don't know,' Hamilton said ; ' we have 
 Shakespeare's authority for it, haven't we? 
 Didn't Don Pedro arrange for Claudio and 
 Hero ? ' 
 
 *Well, a very good precedent,' Ericson 
 said with a smile. ' Tell me about this 
 to-morrow. Think over it and sleep over it 
 in the meantime, and if you still think that 
 you are wilhng to make your proposals 
 through the medium of an envoy, then trust 
 me, Hamilton, your envoy will do all he can 
 to win for you your heart's desire.' 
 
 ' I don't know how to thank you,' Hamilton 
 exclaimed fervently. 
 
 'Don't try. I hate thanks. If they are 
 sincere they tell their tale without words. I 
 know you — everything about you is sincere.'
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 187 
 
 Hamilton's eyes glistened with joy and 
 gratitude. He would have liked to seize his 
 chiefs hand and press it to his hps ; but he 
 forbore. The Dictator was not an efiusive 
 man, and effusiveness did not flourish in his 
 presence. Hamilton confined his gratitude to 
 looks and thoughts and to the dropping of 
 the subject for the present. 
 
 ' I have been pottering over these maps 
 and plans,' the Dictator said. 
 
 ' I am so glad,' Hamilton exclaimed, ' to 
 And that your heart is still wholly absorbed 
 in the improvement of Gloria.' 
 
 The Dictator remained for a few moments 
 silent and apparently buried in thought. He 
 was not thinking perhaps altogether of the 
 projected improvements in the capital of 
 Gloria. Hamilton had often seen him in those 
 sudden and silent, but not sullen moods, and 
 was always careful not to disturb him by 
 asking any question or making any remark.
 
 i88 THE DICTATOR 
 
 The Dictator had been sitting in a chair and 
 pulling the ends of his moustache. At 
 once he got up and went to where Hamilton 
 was seated. 
 
 'Look here, Hamilton,' he said, in a tone 
 of positive sternness, ' I want to be clear about 
 all this. I want to help you — of course I 
 want to help you — if you can really be helped. 
 But, first of all, I must be certain — as far as 
 human certainty can go — that you really 
 know what you do want. The great curse of 
 life is that men — and I suppose women too — 
 I can't say — do not really know or trouble to 
 know what they do positively want with all 
 their strength and with all their soul. The 
 man who positively knows what he does want 
 and sticks to it has got it already. Tell me, 
 do you really want to marry this young 
 woman ? ' 
 
 * I do — with all my soul and with all my 
 strength ! '
 
 THE PRINCE AND CLAUDIO 189 
 
 'But have you thought about it — have 
 you turned it over in your mind — have you 
 come down from your high horse and looked 
 at yourself, as the old joke puts it ? ' 
 
 ' It's no joke for me,' Hamilton said 
 dolefully. 
 
 ' No, no, boy ; I didn't mean that it was. 
 But I mean, have you really looked at yourself 
 and her ? Have you thought whether she 
 could make you happy .^— have you thought 
 whether you could make her happy ? What 
 do you know about her ? What do you know 
 about the kind of life which she lives ? How 
 do you know whether she could do without 
 that kind of life — whether she could live any 
 other kind of life ? She is a London Society 
 girl, she rides in the Eow at a certain hour, 
 she goes out to dinner-parties and to balls, 
 she dances until all hours in the mornino-, she 
 goes abroad to the regular place at the regular 
 time, she spends a certain part of the winter
 
 I90 THE DICTATOR 
 
 visiting at the regulation country houses. 
 Are you prepared to Hve that sort of hfe — 
 or are you prepared to bear the responsibihty 
 of taking her out of it ? Are you prepared 
 to take the butterfly to Hve in the camp ? ' 
 
 ' She isn't a butterfly ' 
 
 ' No, no ; never mind my bad metaphor. 
 But she has been brought up in a kind of 
 hfe which is second nature to her. Are you 
 prepared to hve that hfe with her .^ Are you 
 sure — are you quite, quite sure — that she 
 would be willing, after the first romantic 
 outburst, to put up with a totally different 
 life for the sake of you ? ' 
 
 ' Excellency,' Hamilton said, smiling some- 
 what sadly, ' you certainly do your best to 
 take the conceit out of a young man.' 
 
 ' My boy, I don't think you have any self- 
 conceit, but you may have a good deal of 
 self-forgetfulness. Now I want you to call a 
 halt and remember yourself. In this business
 
 THE PRINCE AXD CLAUDIO 191 
 
 of yours — supposing it comes to ^vhat you 
 would consider at the moment a success ' 
 
 ' At the moment ? ' HamiUon pleaded, in 
 pained remonstrance. 
 
 'At the moment — yes. Supposing the 
 thing ends successfully for you, one plan of 
 life or other must necessarily be sacrificed — 
 yours or hers. "Which is it going to be ? 
 Don't make too much of her present enthu- 
 siasm. Which is it G'oiuG^ to be ? ' 
 
 ' I don't believe there will be any sacrifice 
 needed,' Hamilton said, in an impassioned 
 tone. ' I told you she loves Gloria as well as 
 you or I could do.' 
 
 The Dictator shook his head and smiled 
 pityingly. 
 
 'But if there is to be any sacrifice of 
 any life,' Hamilton said, driven on perhaps by 
 his chief's pitying smile, ' it shan't he hers. 
 No, if she will have me after we have got 
 back to Gloria, I'll live with her in London
 
 192 THE DICTATOR 
 
 every season and ride with her in the Eow 
 every morning and afternoon, and take her, 
 by Jove ! to all the dinners and balls she 
 cares about, and she shall have her heart's 
 desire, whatever it be.' 
 
 The Dictator's face was crossed by some 
 shadows. Pity was there and sympathy 
 was' there — and a certain melancholy pleasure, 
 and, it may be, a certain disappointment. 
 He pulled himself together very quickly, 
 and was cool, genial, and composed, accord- 
 ing to his usual way. 
 
 ' All right, my boy,' he said, ' this is 
 genuine love at all events, however it may 
 turn out. You have answered my question 
 fairly and fully. I see now that 3'ou do 
 know what you want. That is one great 
 point, anyhow. I will do my very best to 
 get for you what you want. If it only rested 
 with me, Hamilton ! ' There was a positive 
 note of tenderness in his voice as he spoke
 
 THE PRIXCE AND CLAUDIO 193 
 
 these words ; and yet there was a kind of 
 forlorn feeling in his heart as if the friend 
 of his heart was leavhig him. He felt a 
 little as the brother Yult in Eichter's ex- 
 quisite and forgotten novel might have felt 
 when he was sounding on his flute that final 
 morning, and going out on his cold way 
 never to see his brother again. The Irjlher 
 Walt heard the soft, sweet notes, and 
 smiled tranquilly, believing that his brother 
 was merely going on a kindly errand to 
 help him, Walt, to happiness. But the flute- 
 player felt that, come what might, they 
 were, in fact, to be parted for ever. 
 
 VOL, I.
 
 194 ^^^ DICTATOR 
 
 CHAPTER YIII 
 
 'I WONDER WHY?' 
 
 The Dictator had had a good deal to do 
 with marrying and giving in marriage in the 
 Eepnblic of Gloria. One of the social and 
 moral reforms he had endeavoured to bring 
 about was that wliicli should secure to young 
 people the right of being consulted as to their 
 own inclinations before they were formally 
 and iinally consigned to wedlock. The 
 ordinary practice in Gloria was very much 
 like that which prevails in certain Indian 
 tribes — the family on either side arranged for 
 the young man and the maiden, made it a 
 matter of market bargain, settled it by com- 
 promise of price or otherwise, and then 
 brought the pair together and married tliem.
 
 '/ WONDER WHY?' 195 
 
 Ericson set his face against such a system, 
 and tried to get a chance for the young 
 people. He carried his influence so far that 
 the parents on both sides among the official 
 classes in the capital consulted him generally 
 before taking any step, and then he frankly 
 undertook the mediator's part, and found out 
 whether the young woman liked the young 
 man or not — whether she liked someone 
 better or not. He had a sweet and kindly 
 way with him which usually made both the 
 youths and the maidens confidential — and he 
 learned many a quiet heart-secret ; and where 
 he found that a sucrg-ested marriai^e would 
 really not do, he told the parents as much, 
 and they generally yielded to his influence 
 and his authority. He had made happy 
 many a pair of young lovers who, without 
 his beneficent intervention, would have been 
 doomed to ' spoil two houses,' as the old 
 saying puts it.
 
 196 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Therefore, he did not feel much put out 
 at the mere idea of intervening in another 
 man's love affairs, or even the idea of carry- 
 ing a proposal of marriage from another man. 
 
 Yet the Dictator was in somewhat 
 thoughtful mood as he drove to Sir Eupert 
 Langley's. He had taken much interest in 
 Helena Langley. She had an influence over 
 him which he told himself was only the 
 influence of a clever cliild — told himself of 
 this again and again. Yet there was a 
 curious feeling of unfltness or dissatisfaction 
 with the part he was going to play. Of 
 course, he would do his very best for 
 Hamilton. There was no man in the world 
 for whom he cared lialf so much as lie did 
 for Hamilton. No — that is not putting it 
 strongly enough — there was now no man in 
 the world for whom he really cared but 
 Hamilton. The Dictator's afiections were 
 curiously narrowed. He had almost no
 
 '/ WONDER WHY?' 197 
 
 friends whom he really loved but Hamilton — 
 and acquaintances were to him just all the 
 same, one as good as another, and no better. 
 He was a philanthropist by temperament, or 
 nature, or nerve, or something ; but while he 
 would have risked his life for almost any man, 
 and for any woman or child, he did not care 
 in the least for social intercourse with men, 
 women, and children in general. He could 
 not talk to a child — children were a trouble 
 to him, because he did not know what to say 
 to them. Perhaps this was one reason why 
 he was attracted by Helena Langley ; she 
 seemed so like the ideal child to whom one 
 can talk. Then came up the thought in his 
 mind — must he lose Hamilton if Miss Langley 
 should consent to take him as her husband? 
 Of course, Hamilton had declared that he 
 would never marry until the Dictator and he 
 had won back Gloria ; but how long would 
 that resolve last if Helena were to answer, Yes
 
 198 THE DICTATOR 
 
 — and Now ? The Dictator felt lonely as liis 
 cab stopped at Sir Eupert Langley's door. 
 
 ' Is Miss Langley at home ? ' 
 
 Yes, Miss Langley was at home. Of 
 course, the Dictator knew that she would be, 
 and yet in his heart he could almost have 
 wished to hear that she was out. There is a 
 mood of mind in which one likes any post- 
 ponement. But the duty of friendship had 
 to be done — and the Dictator was sorry for 
 everybody. 
 
 The Dictator was met in the hall by the 
 footman, and also by To-to. To-to was 
 Helena's black poodle. The black poodle 
 took to all Helena's friends very readil3\ 
 Whom she liked, he liked. He had his ways, 
 like his mistress — and he at once allowed 
 Ericson to understand not only that Helena 
 was at home, but that Helena was sitting 
 just then in her own room,w]iere she habitu- 
 ally received her friends. Tlie footman told
 
 '/ WONDER JV//Vr 199 
 
 the Dictator that Miss Langley was at home 
 — To-to told him what the footman could not 
 have ventured to do, that she was waiting for 
 him in her own drawing-room, and ready to 
 receive him. 
 
 Now, how did To-to contrive to tell him 
 that ? 
 
 Very easily, in truth. To-to had a keen, 
 healthy curiosity. He was always anxious to 
 know what was f^^oin^y on. Tlie moment he 
 heard the bell ring; at the o-reat door, he 
 wanted to know who was coming in, and he 
 ran dowr the stairs and stood in the hall to 
 find out. When the door was ojoened, and 
 the visitor appeared, To-to instantly made up 
 his mind. If it was an unfamiliar figure, To-to 
 considered it an introduction in which he had 
 no manner of interest, and, without waiting 
 one second, he scampered back to rejoin his 
 mistress, and try to explain to ]ier that 
 there was some very uninteresting man or
 
 20O THE DICTATOR 
 
 woman coming to call on her. But if it 
 was somebody he knew, and whom he knew 
 that his mistress knew, then tliere were two 
 courses open to liim. If Helena was not in 
 her sitting-room, To- to welcomed the visitor 
 in the most friendly and hospitable way, and 
 then fell into the background, and took no 
 further notice, but ranged the premises care- 
 lessly and on his own account. If, however, 
 his mistress were in her drawing-room, then 
 To- to invariably preceded tlie visitor up the 
 stairs, going in front even of the footman, 
 and ushered tlie new-comer into my lady's 
 chamber. The process of reasoning on To-to's 
 part must have been somewhat after this 
 fashion. ' My business is to announce my 
 lady's friends, tlie people whom I, with my 
 exquisite inteUigence, know to be people 
 whom she wants to see. If I know that she 
 is in her drawing-room ready to see tliem, 
 then, of course, it is my duty and my pleasure
 
 */ WONDER IVUVr 20I 
 
 to go before and announce them. But if I 
 know, having just been there, that she is not 
 yet there, then I have no function to perform. 
 It is the business of some other creature — her 
 maid very Hkely — to receive the news from 
 the footman that someone is waitinc^ to see 
 her. Tliat is a complex process with which 
 I have nothing to do.' The favoured visitor, 
 therefore — the visitor, that is to say, whom 
 To-to favoured, believing him or her to be 
 favoured by To-to's mistress — had to pass 
 through what may be called two portals, or 
 ordeals. First, he had to ask of the servant 
 whether Miss Langley was at home. Being 
 informed that she was at home, then it de- 
 pended on To-to to let the visitor know 
 whether Miss Langley was actually in her 
 drawing-room waiting to receive him, or 
 whether he was to be shown into the draw- 
 ing-room and told that Miss Langley would 
 be duly informed of his presence, and asked
 
 202 THE DICTATOR 
 
 if he would be good enough to take a chair 
 and wait for a moment. Never was To- to 
 known to make the shghtest mistake about 
 the actual condition of things. Never had 
 he run up in advance of the Dictator 
 when liis mistress was not seated in her 
 drawing-room ready to receive her visitor. 
 Never had he remained linf^erinc^ in the hall 
 and the passages when Miss Langley was 
 in lier room, and prepared for tlie recep- 
 tion. Evidently, To-to regarded himself as 
 Helena's special functionary. Tlie other at- 
 tendants and followers — footmen, maids, and 
 such like — might be allowed the privilege of 
 saying whether Miss Langley was or was not 
 at home to receive visitors ; but the special 
 and quite peculiar function of To-to was to 
 make it clear whether Miss Langley was or was 
 not at that very moment waiting in lier own 
 particular drawing-room to welcome them. 
 So the Dictator, who had not much time
 
 '/ WONDER WHYV 203 
 
 to spare, being pressed with various affairs to 
 attend to, wasmucli pleased to find that To-to 
 not merely welcomed him when the door was 
 opened — a welcome which the Dictator would 
 have expected from To-to's undisguised regard 
 and even patronage — but that To-to briskly 
 ran up the stairs in advance of the footman, 
 and ran before him in througli the drawing- 
 room door when the footman had opened it. 
 The Dictator loved the dog because of the 
 creature's friendship for him and love for its 
 mistress. The Dictator did not know how much 
 he loved the dog because the dog was devoted 
 to Helena Langley. On tlie stairs, as he went 
 up, a sudden pang passed through the 
 Dictator's heart. It might, perhaps, have 
 brouii^ht him even clearer warnincf than it did. 
 ' If I succeed in my mission' — it might have 
 told him — ' what is to become of me ? ' But, 
 although the shot of pain did pass through him, 
 he did not give it time to explain itself.
 
 204 THE DICTATOR 
 
 Helena was seated on a sofa. The 
 moment she heard his name announced she 
 jumped up and ran to meet him. 
 
 ' I ought to have gone beyond the thres- 
 hold,' she said, blushing, * to meet my king.' 
 
 * So kind of you,' he said, rather stiffly, 
 * to stay in for me. You have so many 
 engagements.' 
 
 * As if I would not give up any engage- 
 ment to please you ! And the very first time 
 you expressed any wish to see me ! ' 
 
 ' Well, I have come to talk to you about 
 something very serious.' 
 
 She looked up amazed, her bright eyes 
 broadening with wonder. 
 
 ' Something that concerns the happiness 
 of yourself, perhaps — of another person cer- 
 tainly.' 
 
 She drooped her eyes now, and her colour 
 deepened and her breath came quickly. 
 
 The Dictator went to the point at once.
 
 'I WONDER WHYf 205 
 
 ' I am bad at prefaces,' he said. ' I come 
 to speak to you on behalf of my dear young 
 friend and comrade, Ernest Hamilton.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' She drew herself up and looked 
 almost defiantly at him. 
 
 ' Yes ; he asked me to come and see you.' 
 
 ' What have I to do with Mr. Hamilton ? ' 
 
 ' That you must teach me,' said Ericson, 
 
 smihng rather sadly, and quoting from 
 
 ' Hamlet.' 
 
 ' I can teach you that very quickly — 
 Nothing.' 
 
 ' But you have not heard what I was 
 going to say.' 
 
 ' No. Well, you were quoting from 
 Shakespeare — let me quote too. " Had I 
 three ears I'd hear thee." ' She drew herself 
 back into her sofa. They were seated on the 
 sofa side by side. He was leaning forward — 
 she had drawn back. She was waiting in a 
 sort of docfcred silence.
 
 2o6 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' Hamilton is one of the noblest creatures 
 I ever knew. He is my very dearest friend.' 
 
 A shade came over her face, and she 
 shrugged her shoulders. 
 
 ' I mean amonc^st men. I was not thinkin^^ 
 of you.' 
 
 ' No,' she answered, ' I am quite sure you 
 were not thinking of me.' 
 
 She perversely pretended to misunder- 
 stand his meaning. He hardly noticed her 
 words. 'Please go on,' she said, ' and tell me 
 about Mr. Hamilton.' 
 
 ' He is in love with you,' the Dictator said 
 in a soft low voice, and as if he envied the 
 man about whom that tale could be told. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' she exclaimed impatiently, turning 
 on the sofa as if in pain, ' I am sick of all this 
 love-making ! Why can't a young man like 
 one without making an idiot of himself and 
 falling in love with one ? Why can't we let 
 each other be happy all in our own way ? It
 
 '/ WONDER WHY?' 207 
 
 is all SO horribly mechanical ! You meet a 
 man two or three times, and you dance with 
 him, and you talk with him, and perhaps you 
 like him — perhaps you like him ever so much 
 — and then in a moment he spoils the whole 
 thing by throwing his ridiculous offer of 
 marriage right in your face ! Why on earth 
 should I marry Mr. Hamilton ? ' 
 
 ' Don't take it too lightly, dear young lady 
 — I know Hamilton to the very depth of his 
 nature. This is a serious thing with him — 
 he is not like the commonplace young masher 
 of London Society ; when he feels, he feels 
 deeply — I know what has been his personal 
 devotion to myself.' 
 
 ' Then why does he not keep to that de- 
 votion ? Why does he desert his post ? 
 What does he want of me ? What do I want 
 of him? I liked him chiefly because he was 
 devoted to you — and now he turns right 
 round and wants to be devoted to me ! Tell
 
 2o8 THE DICTATOR 
 
 him from me that he was much better 
 employed with his former devotion — tell him 
 my advice was that lie should stick to it.' 
 
 ' You must give a more serious answer,' 
 the Dictator said gravely. 
 
 ' Why didn't lie come himself? ' she asked 
 somewhat inconsequently, and going off on 
 another tack at once. ' I can't understand 
 how a man of any spirit can make love by 
 deputy.' 
 
 ' Kings do sometimes,' the Dictator said. 
 
 Helena blushed ac^aiii. Some thougrht was 
 passing through her mind which was not in 
 his. She had called him her king. 
 
 ' Mr. Hamilton is not a king,' she said almost 
 angrily. She was on the point of blurting out, 
 'Mr. Hamilton is not my king,' but she re- 
 covered herself in good time. ' Even if he 
 were,' she went on, ' I should rather be pro- 
 posed to in person as Katherine was by Henry 
 the Fifth.'
 
 '/ WONDER WHY?' 209 
 
 ' You take this all too lightly,' Ericson 
 pleaded. 'Eemember that this young man's 
 heart and his future life are wrapped up in 
 your answer, and in ]joil 
 
 ' Tell him to come himself and get his 
 answer,' she said with a scornful toss of her 
 head. Something had risen up in her heart 
 which made her unkind. 
 
 ' Miss Langiey,' Ericson said gravely, ' I 
 think it would have been much better if 
 Hamilton had come himself and made his 
 proposal, and argued it out with you for 
 himself I told him so, but he would not be 
 advised. He is too modest and fearful^ 
 although, I tell you, I have seen more than 
 once what pluck he has in danger. Yes, I 
 have seen how cool, how elate he can be with 
 the bullets and tlie bayonets of the enemy all 
 at work about him. But he is timid with 
 you — because he loves you.' 
 
 VOL. I. r
 
 210 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' " He either fears his fate too much " ' 
 
 she began. 
 
 'You can't settle this thing by a quota- 
 tion. I see that you are in a mood for quo- 
 tations, and that shows that you are not very 
 serious. I shall tell you why he asked me, 
 and prevailed upon me, to come to you and 
 speak for him. There is no reason why I 
 should not tell you.' 
 
 ' Tell me,' she said. 
 
 ' I am old enough to have no hesitation in 
 telling a girl of your age anything.' 
 
 ' Again ! ' Helena said. ' I do wish you 
 would let my age alone ! I thought we had 
 come to an honourable understandino- to 
 leave my age out of the question.' 
 
 ' I fear it can't well be left out of this 
 question. You see, what I was going to tell 
 you was that Hamilton asked me to break 
 this to you because he believes that I have 
 great influence with you.'
 
 '/ WONDER WHY?' Ii2 
 
 ' Of course, you know you have.' 
 
 ' Yes — but there was more.' 
 
 ' What more ? ' She turned her head away. 
 
 ' He is under the impression that you 
 would do anything I asked you to do.' 
 
 'So I would, and so I will!' she ex- 
 claimed impetuously. ' If you ask me to 
 marry Mr. Hamilton I will marry him ! Yes 
 — I will. K you, knowing what you do 
 know, can wish your friend to marry me, and 
 me to become his wife, I will accept his con- 
 descendino^ offer ! You know I do not love 
 him — you know I never felt one moment's 
 feeling of that kind for him — you know that 
 I like him as I like twenty other young men 
 — and not a bit more. You know this — at 
 all events, you know it now when I tell you — 
 and will you ask me to marry Mr. Hamilton 
 now ? ' 
 
 ' But is this all true ? Is this really how 
 you feel to him ? '
 
 212 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' Zvvischen uns sei Walirheit,' Helena said 
 scornfully. * Why should I deceive you ? If 
 I loved Mr. Hamilton I could marry him, 
 couldn't I? — seeing that he has sent you to 
 ask me ? I do not love him — I never could 
 love him in that way. Now what do you ask 
 rae to do ? ' 
 
 ' I am sorry for my poor young friend 
 and comrade/ the Dictator answered sadly. 
 ' I thought, perhaps, he might have had some 
 reason to believe ' 
 
 ' Did he tell you anything of the 
 kind?' 
 
 ' Oh, no, no ; he is the last man in the 
 world to say such a thing, or even to think 
 it. One reason why he wished me to open 
 the matter to you was that he feared, if he 
 spoke to you about it himself, you would only 
 laugh at him and refuse to give him a 
 gerious answer. lie thought you would give 
 me a serious answer.'
 
 */ WONDER WHY?' 213 
 
 * What a very extraordinary and eccentric 
 young man ! ' 
 
 ' Indeed, he is nothing of the kind — 
 although, of course, Uke myself, he has lived 
 a good deal outside the currents of Enghsh 
 feeling.' 
 
 ' I should have thouglit,' she said gravely, 
 * that that was rather a question of the 
 currents of common human feehng. Do the 
 young women in Gloria like to be made love 
 to by delegation ? ' 
 
 ' Would it have made any difference if he 
 had come himself ? ' 
 
 ' No difference in the world — now or at 
 any other time. But remember, I am a very 
 loyal subject, and I admit the right of my 
 King to hand me over in marriage. If you 
 tell me to marry Mr. Hamilton, I will.' 
 
 ' You are only jesting, Miss Langley, and 
 this is not a jest.' 
 
 ' I don't feel much in the mood for
 
 214 THE DICTATOR 
 
 jesting,' she answered. 'It would rather 
 seem as if I had been made the subject of a 
 jest ' 
 
 «0h, you must not say that,' he inter- 
 posed in an ahnost angry tone. ' You can't, 
 and don't, think that either of him or of me.' 
 
 ' JN'o, I don't ; I could not think it of you 
 — and no, I could not think it of him either. 
 But you must admit that he has acted rather 
 oddly.' 
 
 ' And I too, I suppose ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, you — well, of course, you were natu- 
 rally thinking of the interest, or, at least, the 
 momentary wishes, of your friend.' 
 
 ' Of my two friends — you are my friend. 
 Did we not swear an eternal friendship the 
 other night ? ' 
 
 ' Now you are jesting.' 
 
 * I am not ; I am profoundly serious. I 
 thought perhaps this might be for the hap- 
 piness of both.'
 
 '/ WONDER WHY?' 215 
 
 ' Did you ever see anything in me which 
 seemed to make such an idea hkely ? ' 
 
 ' You see, I have known you but for so 
 short a time.' 
 
 ' People who are worth knowing at all are 
 known at once or never known,' she said 
 promptly and very dogmatically. 
 
 ' Young ladies do not wear their hearts 
 upon their sleeves.' 
 
 ' I am afraid I do sometimes — too much,' 
 she said. 
 
 ' I thought it at least possible.' 
 
 'Xow you linow. Well, are you going to 
 ask me to marry your friend Mr. Hamil- 
 ton ? ' 
 
 'Xo, indeed, Miss Langley. That would 
 be a cruel injustice and wrong to him and to 
 you. He must marry someone who loves 
 him ; you must marry someone whom you 
 love. I am sorry for my poor friend — this 
 will hurt him. But he cannot blame vou,
 
 2i6 THE DICTATOR 
 
 and 1 cannot blame you. He has some com- 
 fort — he has Gloria to figlit for some day.' 
 
 'Put it nicely — very nicely to him/ 
 Helena said, softening now tliat all was over. 
 ' Tell him — won't you ? — that I am ever so 
 fond of him ; and tell him that this must not 
 make the least difference in our friendship. 
 No one shall ever know from me.' 
 
 ' I will put it all as well as I can,' said the 
 Dictator ; ' but I am afraid it must make a 
 difference to him. It made a difference to 
 me — when I was a young man of about his 
 age.' 
 
 'You were disappointed?' Helena asked, 
 in rather tremulous tone. 
 
 ' More than that ; I think I was deceived. 
 I was ever so much worse off than Hamilton, 
 for there was bitterness in my story, and 
 there can be none in his. But I have sur- 
 vived — as you see.' 
 
 ' Is— she— still living ? '
 
 '/ WONDER WHYf 217 
 
 ' Oh, yes ; she married for money and 
 rank, and has got both, and I beheve she is 
 perfectly happy.' 
 
 ' And have you recovered — quite ? ' 
 
 ' Quite ; I fancy it must have been an 
 unreal sort of thing altogether. My wound 
 is quite healed — does not give me even a 
 passing moment of pain, as very old wounds 
 sometimes do. But I am not going to lapse 
 into the sentimental. It was only the 
 thought of Hamilton that brought all this 
 up.' 
 
 ' You are not sentimental ? ' Helena asked. 
 
 ' I have not had time to be. Anyhow, no 
 woman ever cared about me — in that way, I 
 mean — no, not one.' 
 
 'Ah, you never can tell,' Helena said 
 gently. He seemed to her somehow to have 
 led a very lonely life ; it came into her 
 thoughts just then; she could not tell why. 
 She was relieved when he rose to go, for she
 
 21 8 THE DICTATOR 
 
 felt her sympathy for him beginning to be a 
 little too strong, and she was afraid of betray- 
 ing it. The interview had been a curious 
 and a trying one for her. The Dictator left 
 the room wondering how he could ever have 
 been drawn into talking to a girl about the 
 story of his lost love. ' That girl has a 
 strange influence over me,' he thought. ' I 
 wonder why ? '
 
 219 
 
 CHAPTEE IX 
 
 THE PRIVATE SECEETARY 
 
 SoAME PiiVERS was in some ways, and not a 
 few, a model private secretary for a busy 
 statesman. He was a gentleman by birtli, 
 bringing-up, appearance, and manners ; he 
 was very quick, adroit, and clever ; lie had a 
 wonderful memory, a remarkable faculty for 
 keeping documents and ideas in order ; he 
 could speak French, German, Italian, and 
 Spanish, and conduct a correspondence in 
 these languages. He knew the political and 
 other gossip of most or all of the European 
 capitals, and of Washington and Cairo just 
 as well. He could be interviewed on behalf 
 of his chief, and could be trusted not to
 
 220 THE DICTATOR 
 
 utter one single word of which his chief 
 could not approve. He would see any unde- 
 sirable visitor, and in five minutes talk him 
 over into the belief that it was a perfect grief 
 to the Minister to have to forego the pleasure 
 of seeing him in person. He was to be 
 trusted with any secret which concerned his 
 position, and no power on earth could sur- 
 prise him into any look or gesture from 
 which anybody could conjecture that he 
 knew more than he professed to know. He 
 was a younger son of very good family, and 
 although his allowance was not large, it 
 enabled him, as a bachelor, to live an easy 
 and gentlemanly life. He belonged to some 
 good clubs, and he always dined out in the 
 season. He had nice little chambers in the 
 St. James's Street region, and, of course, he 
 spent the greater part of every -day in Sir 
 Kupert's house, or in the lobby of the House 
 of Commons. It was understood that he was
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 221 
 
 to be provided with a seat in Parliament at 
 the earhest possible opportunity, not, indeed, 
 so much for the good of the State as for the 
 convenience of his chief, who, naturally, found 
 it unsatisfactory to have to go out into the 
 lobby in order to get hold of his private 
 secretary. Eivers was devoted to his chief in 
 his own sort of way. That way was not like 
 the devotion of Hamilton to the Dictator ; 
 for it is very hkely that, in his own secret 
 soul, Eivers occasionally made fun of Sir 
 Eupert, with his Quixotic ideas and his senti- 
 mentalisms, and his views of life. Eivers 
 had no views on the subject of life or of 
 anything else. But Hamilton himself could 
 not be more careful of his chief's interests 
 than was Eivers. Eivers had no beliefs and 
 no prejudices. He was not an immoral man, 
 but he had no prejudice in favour of morality ; 
 he was not cruel, but he had no objection to 
 other people being as cruel as they liked, as
 
 222 THE DICTATOR 
 
 cruel as the law would allow them to be, 
 provided that their cruelty was not exercised 
 on himself, or anyone he particularly cared 
 about. He never in his life professed or felt 
 one single impulse of what is called philan- 
 thropy. It was to him a matter of perfect 
 indifference whether ten thousand people in 
 some remote place did or did not perish by 
 war, or fever, or cyclone, or inundation. Nor 
 did he care in the least, exce|)t for occasional 
 political purposes, about the condition of the 
 poor in our rural villages or in the East End 
 of London. He regarded the poor as he 
 regarded the flies — that is, with entire indif- 
 ference so long as they did not come near 
 enough to annoy him. He did not care how 
 they lived, or whether they lived at all. For 
 a long time he could not bring himself to 
 believe that Helena Langley really felt any 
 strong interest in the poor. He could not 
 believe that her professed zeal for their wel-
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 223 
 
 fare was anything other than the graceful 
 affectation of a pretty and clever girl. 
 
 But we all have our weaknesses, even the 
 strongest of us, and Soame Elvers found, when 
 he began to be much in companionship with 
 Helena Langley, where the weak point was to 
 be hit in his panoj^ly of pride. To him love 
 and affection and all that sort of thing were 
 mere sentimental nonsense, encumbering a 
 rising man, and as hkely as not, if indulged 
 in, to spoil his whole career. He had always 
 made up his mind to the fact that, if he ever 
 did marry, he must marry a woman with 
 money. He would not marry at all unless he 
 could have a house and entertain as other 
 people in Society were in the habit of doing. 
 As a bachelor he was all right. He could 
 keep nice chambers ; he could ride in the Eow ; 
 he could have a valet ; he could wear good 
 clothes — and he was a man whom Nature had 
 meant, and tailor recognised, for one to show
 
 224 THE DICTATOR 
 
 off good clothes. But if he should ever marry 
 it was clear to him that he must have a house 
 like other people, and that he must give 
 dinner parties. He did not reason this out in 
 his mind — he never reasoned anything out in 
 his mind — it was all clear and self-evident to 
 him. Therefore, after a while, the question 
 began to arise — why should he not marry 
 Helena Langley? He knew perfectly well 
 that if she wished to be married to him Sir 
 Eupert would not offer the slightest objection. 
 Any man whom his daughter really loved 
 Sir Eupert would certainly accept as a son- 
 in-law. Elvers even fancied, not, perhaps, 
 altogether without reason, that Sir Eupert 
 personally would regard it as a convenient 
 arrangement if his daughter were to fall in 
 love with his secretary and get married to 
 him. But above and beyond all this, Eivers, 
 as a practical philosopher, had broken down, 
 and he found himself in love with Helena
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 225 
 
 Langley. For herself, Helena never suspected 
 it. She had grown to be very fond of Soame 
 Elvers. He seemed to fill for her exactly the 
 part that a good-tempered brother might have 
 done. Indeed, not any brother, however 
 good-natured, would have been as attentive to 
 a sister as Elvers was to her. He had a quiet, 
 unobtrusive way of putting his personal atten- 
 tions as part of his official duty which ab- 
 solutely relieved Helena's mind of any idea 
 of lover-like consideration. At many a 
 dinner party or evening party her father had 
 to leave her prematurely, and go down to the 
 House of Commons. It became to her a 
 matter of course that in such a case Elvers 
 was always sure to be there to put her into 
 her carriage and see that she got safely 
 home. There was nothing in it. He was her 
 father's secretary — a gentleman, to be sure ; 
 a man of social position, as good as the best ; 
 but still, her father's secretary looking after 
 
 VOL. I. Q
 
 226 THE DICTATOR 
 
 her because of his devotion to her father. 
 She began to hke liim every day more and 
 more for his devotion to her father. She did 
 not at first hke his cynical ways — his trick of 
 making out that every great deed was really 
 but a small one, that every seemingly generous 
 and self-sacrificing action was actually inspired 
 by the very principle of selfishness ; that love 
 of the poor, sympathy with the oppressed, 
 were only with the better classes another 
 mode of amusing a weary social life. ,But she 
 soon made out a generous theory to satisfy 
 herself on that point. Soame Eivers, she felt 
 sure, put on that panoply of cynicism only to 
 guard himself against the weakness of yielding 
 to a futile sensibility. He was very poor, she 
 thought. She had lordly views about money, 
 and she thought a man without a country- 
 house of his own must needs be wretchedly 
 poor, and she knew that Soame Eivers passed 
 all his holiday seasons in the country-houses
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 227 
 
 of Other people. Therefore, she made out 
 that Soame Elvers was very poor ; and, of 
 course, If he was very poor, he could not lend 
 much practical aid to those who, in the East 
 End or otherwise, were still poorer than he. 
 So she assumed that he put on the mask of 
 cynicism to hide the flushings of sensibility. 
 She told him as much ; she said she knew that 
 his affected indifference to the interests of 
 humanity was only a disguise put on to 
 conceal his real feelings. At first he used to 
 laugh at her odd, pretty conceits. After a 
 while he came to encourage her in the idea, 
 even while formally assuring her that there 
 was nothing in it, and that he did not care a 
 straw whether the poor were miserable or 
 happy. 
 
 Chance favoured him. There were some 
 poor people whom Helena and her fatlier 
 were shipping off to New Zealand. Sir 
 Piupert, without Helena's knowledge, asked 
 
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 228 7 HE DICTATOR 
 
 his secretary to look after them the night of 
 their going aboard, as he could not be there 
 himself. Helena, without consulting her 
 father, drove down to the docks to look after 
 her poor friends, and there she found Eivers 
 installed in the business of protector. He did 
 the work well — as he did every work that 
 came to his hand. The emigrants thought 
 him the nicest gentleman they had ever 
 known. Helena said to him, ' Come now ! I 
 have found you out at last.' And he only 
 said, ' Oh, nonsense ! this is nothing.' But he 
 did not more directly contradict her theory, 
 and he did not say her father had sent 
 him — for he knew Sir Eupert would never say 
 that of himself. 
 
 Eivers found himself every day watching 
 over Helena with a deepening interest and 
 anxiety. Her talk, her companionship, were 
 growing to be indispensable to liim. He did 
 not Day her compliments — indeed, some-
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 229 
 
 times they rather sparred at one another in a 
 pleasant schoolboy and schoolgirl sort of way. 
 But she liked his society, and felt herself 
 thoroughly companionable and comrade-like 
 with him, and she never thought of concealing 
 her liking. The result was that Soame 
 Eivers began to think it quite on the cards 
 that, if nothing should interpose, he might 
 marry Helena Langley — and that, too, before 
 very long. Then he should have in every 
 way his heart's desire. 
 
 If nothing should interpose .^ Yes, but 
 there was where the danger came in ! If 
 nothing should interpose .^ But was it likely 
 that nothing and nobody would interpose ? 
 The girl was well known to be a rich heiress ; 
 she was the only child of a most distinguished 
 statesman ; she would be very likely to have 
 Dukes and Marquises competing for her hand, 
 and where might Soame Eivers be then.^ 
 The young man sometimes thought that, if
 
 230 THE DICTATOR 
 
 tbrougli her unconventional and somewliat 
 romantic nature he could entangle her in a 
 love affair, he might be able to induce her to 
 get secretly married to him — before any of 
 the possible Dukes and Marquises had time 
 to put in a claim. But, of course, there 
 would be always the danger of his turning 
 Sir Eupert hopelessly against him by any 
 trick of that kind, and he saw no use in having 
 the daughter on his side if he could not also 
 have the father. Besides, he had a sore con- 
 viction that the girl would not do anything 
 to displease her father. So he gave up the 
 idea of the romantic elopement, or the secret 
 marriage, and he reminded himself that, after 
 all, Helena Langley, with all her unconven- 
 tional ways, was not exactly another Lydia 
 Languish. 
 
 Then the Dictator and Hamilton came on 
 the scene, and Kivers had many an unhappy 
 hour of it. At first he was more alarmed
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 231 
 
 about Hamilton than about the Dictator. He 
 could easily understand an impulsive girl's 
 hero-worship for the Dictator, and he did not 
 think much about it. The Dictator, he 
 assured liimself, must seem quite an elderly 
 sort of person to a girl of Helena's age ; but 
 Hamilton was young and handsome, of good 
 family, and undoubtedly rich. Hamilton and 
 Helena fraternised very freely and openly in 
 their adoration for Ericson, and Elvers thought 
 moodily that tliat partnership of admiration 
 for a third person might very Avell end in a 
 partnership of still closer admiration for each 
 other. So, although from the very first he 
 disliked the Dictator, yet he soon began to 
 detest Hamilton a great deal more. 
 
 His dislike of Ericson was not exclusively 
 and altogether because of Helena's hero- 
 worship. According to his way of thinking, 
 all foreign adventure had something more or 
 less vulgar in it, but that was especially
 
 232 THE DICTATOR 
 
 objectionable in the case of an Englishman. 
 What business had an EngHshman — one who 
 claims apparently to be an English gentleman 
 — what business had he with a lot of South 
 American Eepublicans? What did he want 
 among such people ? Why should he care 
 about them ? Why should he want to 
 jxovern them ? And if he did want to o'overn 
 them, why did he not stay there and govern ? 
 The thing was in any case mere bravado, and 
 melodramatic enterprise. 
 
 It was the morning after the day when 
 the Dictator had proposed to Helena for poor 
 Hamilton. Soame Eivers met Helena on the 
 staircase. 
 
 ' Of course,' he said, w^itli an emphasis, 
 * you will be at luncheon to-day ? ' 
 
 ' Why, of course ? ' she asked, carelessly. 
 
 ' Well — your hero is coming — didn't you 
 know ? ' 
 
 ' I didn't know ; and who is my hero ? '
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 233 
 
 ' Oh, come now ! — the Dictator, of course.' 
 
 ' Is he coming? ' she asked, with a sudden 
 gleam of genuine emotion flashing over her 
 face. 
 
 ' Yes ; your father particularly wants him 
 to meet Sir Lionel Rainey.' 
 
 'Oh, I didn't know. Well, yes— I shall 
 be there, I suppose, if I feel well enough.' 
 
 ' Are you not well? ' Elvers asked, with a 
 tone of somewhat artificial tenderness in his 
 voice. 
 
 ' Oh, yes, I am all right ; but I might not 
 feel quite up to the level of Sir Lionel Eainey. 
 Only men, of course ? ' 
 
 ' Only men.' 
 
 ' Well, I shall think it over.' 
 
 'But you can't want to miss your Dictator? ' 
 
 ' My Dictator will probably not miss me,' 
 the girl said in scornful tones which brought 
 no comfort to the heart of Soame Eivers. 
 
 ' You would be very sorry if he did not
 
 234 THE DICTATOR 
 
 miss you,' Soame Elvers said blunderingly. 
 Your cynical man of the world lias his feel- 
 ings and his angers. 
 
 ' Very sorry ! ' Helena defiantly declared. 
 
 The Dictator came punctually at two — he 
 was always punctual. To-to was friendly, 
 but did not conduct him. He was shown at 
 once into the dining-room, where luncheon 
 was laid out. The room looked lonely to the 
 Dictator. Helena was not there. 
 
 ' My daughter is not coming down to 
 luncheon,' Sir Eupert said. 
 
 ' I am so sorry,' the Dictator said. ' No- 
 thing serious, I hope ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, no ! a cold, or something like that — 
 she didn't tell me. She will be quite well, I 
 hope, to-morrow. You see how To-to keeps 
 her place ? ' 
 
 Ericson then saw that To-to was seated 
 resolutely on the chair which Helena usually 
 occupied at luncheon.
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 235 
 
 But what is the use if she is not 
 
 coming ? ' the Dictator suggested — not to 
 disparage the intelhgence of To-to, but only 
 to find out, if he could, the motive of that 
 undoubtedly sagacious animal's taking such a 
 definite attitude. 
 
 ' Well, To-to does not like the idea of 
 anyone taking Helena's place except himself. 
 Now, you will see ; when we all settle down, 
 and no one presumes to try for that chair, 
 To-to will quietly drop out of it and allow 
 the remainder of the performance to go un- 
 disturbed. He doesn't want to set up any 
 claim to sit on the chair himself; all he 
 wants is to assert and to protect the right 
 of Helena to have that chair at any mo- 
 ment when she may choose to join us at 
 luncheon.' 
 
 The rest of the party soon came in from 
 various rooms and consultations. Soame 
 Elvers was the first.
 
 236 THE DICTATOR 
 
 'Miss Langley not coining?' he said, 
 with a glance at To-to. 
 
 ' No,' Sir Eupert answered. ' She is a 
 little out of sorts to-day — nothing much — but 
 she won't come down just yet.' 
 
 ' So To-to keeps her seat reserved, I see.' 
 
 The Dictator felt in his heart as if he 
 and To-to were born to be friends. 
 
 The other guests were Lord Courtreeve 
 and Sir Lionel Eainey, the famous English- 
 man who had settled himself down at the 
 Court of the King of Siam, and taken in hand 
 the railway and general engineering and 
 military and financial arrangements of that 
 monarch ; and, having been somewhat hurt in 
 an expedition against the Black Flags, was 
 now at home, partly for rest and recovery, 
 and partly in order to have an opportunity of 
 enlightening his Majesty of Siam, who had a 
 very inquiring mind, on the immediate con- 
 dition of politics and housebuilding in England.
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 237 
 
 Sir Lionel said that, above all things, the King 
 of Siam would be interested in learning 
 something about Ericson and the con- 
 dition of Gloria, for the King of Siam read 
 everything he could get hold of about politics 
 everywhere. Therefore, Sir Eupert had under- 
 taken to invite the Dictator to this luncheon, 
 and the Dictator had willingly undertaken to 
 come. Soame Elvers had been showing Sir 
 Lionel over the house, and explaining all its 
 arrangements to him — for the King of Siam 
 had thoughts of building a palace after the 
 fashion of some first-class and up-to-date 
 house in London. Sir Lionel was a stout man, 
 rather above the middle height, but looking 
 rather below it, because of his stoutness. He 
 had a sharply turned-up dark moustache, and 
 purpling cheeks and eyes that seemed too 
 tightly fitted into the face for their own 
 personal comfort. 
 
 Lord Courtreeve was a pale young man,
 
 238 THE DICTATOR 
 
 with a very refined and delicate face. He was 
 a member of the London County Council, 
 and was a chairman of a County Council in 
 his own part of the country. He was a strong 
 advocate of Local Option, and wore at his 
 courageous buttonhole the blue ribbon which 
 proclaimed his devotion to the cause of 
 temperance. He was an honoured and a 
 sincere member of the League of Social Purity. 
 He was much interested in the increase of 
 open spaces and recreation grounds for the 
 London poor. He was an unaffectedly good 
 young man, and if people sometimes smiled 
 quietly at him, they respected him all the 
 same. Soame Eivers had said of him that 
 Providence had invented him to be the chief 
 living argument in favour of the principle 
 of hereditary legislation. 
 
 Sir Lionel Eainey and Lord Courtreeve 
 did not get on at all. Sir Lionel had too 
 many odd and high-flavoured anecdotes about
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 239 
 
 life in Siam to be a congenial neighbour for 
 the champion of social purity. He had a way, 
 too, of referring everything to the lower 
 instincts of man, and roughly declining to 
 reckon in the least idea of any of man's, or 
 woman's, higher qualities. Therefore, the 
 Dictator did not take to him any more than 
 Lord Courtreeve did ; and Sir Eupert began 
 to think that his luncheon party was not well 
 mixed. Soame Pavers saw it too, and was 
 determined to get the company out of Siam. 
 
 ' Do you find London society much changed 
 since you were here last. Sir Lionel ? ' he asked. 
 
 ' Didn't come to London to study society,' 
 Sir Lionel answered, somewhat gruffly, for he 
 thought there was much more to be said 
 about Siam. ' I mean in that sort of way. I 
 want to get some notions to take back to the 
 King of Siam.' 
 
 ' But might it not interest his Majesty to 
 know of anv change, if there were anv, in
 
 240 THE DICTATOR 
 
 London society during that time ? ' Eivers 
 blandly asked. 
 
 ' No sir. His Majesty never was in Eng- 
 land, and he could not be expected to take 
 any interest in the small and superficial 
 changes made in the tone or the talk of 
 society during a few years. You might as 
 well expect him to be interested in the fact 
 that whereas when I was here last the ladies 
 wore eel-skin dresses, now they wear full 
 skirts, and some of them, I am told, wear a 
 divided skirt.' 
 
 'But I thouorht such chancres of fashion 
 might interest the King,' Rivers remarked 
 with an elaborate meekness. 
 
 ' The King, sir, does not care about 
 divided skirts,' Sir Lionel answered, with scorn 
 and resentment in his voice. 
 
 'I must confess,' the Dictator said, glad 
 to be free of Siam, ' that I have been much 
 interested in observing the changes tliat have
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 241 
 
 been made in the life of England — I mean in 
 the life of London — since I was living here.' 
 
 'We have all got so Republican,' Sir 
 Eupert said sadly. 
 
 ' And we all profess to be Sociahsts,' 
 Soame Elvers added. 
 
 'There is much more done for the poor 
 than ever there was before,' Lord Courtreeve 
 pleaded. 
 
 ' Because so many of the poor have got 
 votes,' Elvers observed. 
 
 ' Yes,' Sir Lionel struck in with a laugh, 
 ' and you fellows all want to get into the 
 House of Commons or the County Council, 
 or some such place. By Jove ! in my time 
 a gentleman would not want to become a 
 County Councillor.' 
 
 ' I am not troubling myself about English 
 politics,' the Dictator said. ' I do not care to 
 vex myself about them. I should probably 
 only end by forming opinions quite different 
 
 VOL. 1. R
 
 242 THE DICTATOR 
 
 from some of my friends here, and, as I have 
 no mission for EngUsh political life, what 
 would be the good of that? But I am much 
 interested in English social life, and even in 
 what is called Society. Now, what I want to 
 know is how far does society in London re- 
 present social London, and still more, social 
 England?' 
 
 ' Not the least in the world,' Sir Eupert 
 promptly replied. 
 
 ' I am not quite so sure of that,' Soame 
 Elvers interposed. ' I fancy most of the 
 fellows try to take their tone from us.' 
 
 ' I hope not,' the Dictator said. 
 
 ' So do I,' added Sir Eupert emphatically ; 
 ' and I am quite certain they do not. What 
 on earth do you know about it. Elvers ? ' he 
 asked almost sharply. 
 
 ' Why shouldn't I know all about it, if I 
 took the trouble to find out ? ' Elvers answered 
 languidly.
 
 'Yes, yes. Of course you could,' Sir 
 Eupert said benignly, correcting his awkward 
 touch of anger as a painter corrects some 
 sudden mistake in drawing. ' I didn't mean 
 in the least to disparage your faculty of ac- 
 quiring correct information on any subject. 
 Nobody appreciates more than I do what you 
 are capable of in that way — nobody has had 
 so much practical experience of it. But what 
 I mean is this — that I don't think you know 
 a great deal of English social life outside the 
 West End of London.' 
 
 ' Is there anything of social life worth 
 knowing to be knowm outside the West End 
 of London ? ' Soame Elvers asked. 
 
 ' Well, you see, the mere fact that you 
 put the question shows that you can't do 
 much to enlighten Mr. Ericson on the one 
 point about which he asks for some enlight- 
 enment. He has been out of England for a 
 great many years, and he finds some fault 
 
 E 2
 
 244 THE DICTATOR 
 
 with our ways — or, at least, he asks for some 
 explanation about them.' 
 
 'Yes, quite so. I am afraid I have for- 
 gotten the point on which Mr. Ericson desired 
 to get information.' And Elvers smiled a 
 bland smile without looking at Ericson. 
 ' May I trouble you. Lord Courtreeve, for the 
 cigarettes ? ' 
 
 ' It was not merely a point, but a whole 
 cresset of points — a cluster of points,' Ericson 
 said, ' on every one of which I wished to have 
 a tip of liglit. Is English social life to be 
 judged of by the conversation and the canons 
 of opinion which we find received in London 
 society ? ' 
 
 ' Certainly not,' Sir Eupert explained. 
 
 ' Heaven forbid ! ' Lord Courtreeve added 
 fervently. 
 
 'I don't quite understand,' said Soame 
 Elvers. 
 
 ' Well,' the Dictator explained, ' what I
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 245 
 
 mean is this. I find little or nothing prevail- 
 ing in London society but cheap cynicism — 
 the very cheapest cynicism — cynicism at a 
 farthing a 3^ard or thereabouts. We all 
 admire healthy cynicism — cynicism with a 
 great reforming and purifying purpose — the 
 cynicism that is like a corrosive acid 
 to an evil system ; but this West End 
 London sham cynicism — what does that 
 mean ? ' 
 
 ' I don't quite know what you mean,' 
 Soame Pavers said. 
 
 ' I mean this, wherever you go in London 
 society — at all events, wherever I go — I 
 notice a peculiarity that I think did not exist, 
 at all events to such an extent, in my younger 
 days. Everything is taken with easy ridicule. 
 A divorce case is a joke. Marriage is a joke. 
 Love is a joke. Patriotism is a joke. Every- 
 body is assumed, as a matter of course, to 
 have a selfish motive in everything. Is this
 
 246 THE DICTATOR 
 
 the real feeling of London society, or is it 
 only a fashion, a sliam, a grimace ? ' 
 
 'I think it is a very natural feeling,' 
 Soame Eivers replied, with the greatest 
 promptitude. 
 
 ' And represents the true feeling of what 
 are called the better classes of London ? ' 
 
 ' Why, certainly.' 
 
 ' I think the thing is detestable, anyhow,' 
 Lord Courtreeve interposed, ' and I am quite 
 sure it does not represent the tone of English 
 society.' 
 
 ' So am I,' Sir Eupert added. 
 
 'But you must admit that it is the tone 
 which does prevail,' the Dictator said 
 pressingly, for he wanted very mucli to study 
 this question down to its roots. 
 
 ' I am afraid it is the prevailing social tone 
 of London — I mean tlie West End,' Sir Rupert 
 admitted reluctantly. ' But you know what a 
 fashion there is in these things, as well as in
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 247 
 
 others. The fashion m a Avoman's gown or a 
 man's hat does not always represent the shape 
 of a woman's body or the size of a man's 
 head; 
 
 ' It sometimes represents the shape of the 
 man's mind, and the size of the woman's 
 heart,' said Eivers. 
 
 ' Well, anyhow,' Sir Eupert persevered, 
 ' we all know that a great deal of this sort 
 of talk is talked for want of anything else to 
 say, and because it amuses most people, and 
 because anybody can talk cheap cynicism ; I 
 believe that London society is healthy at the 
 core.' 
 
 ' But come now — let us understand ? ' 
 Ericson asked ; ' how can the society be 
 healthy at the core for which you yourself 
 make the apology by saying that it parrots 
 the jargon of a false and loathsome creed 
 because it has nothing better to say, or 
 because it hopes to be thought witty by
 
 248 THE DICTATOR 
 
 parroting it ? Come, Sir Eupert, you won't 
 maintain that? ' 
 
 ' I will maintain,' Sir Eupert said, ' tliat 
 London society is not as bad as it seems.' 
 
 ' Oil, well, I have no doubt you are right 
 in that,' the Dictator hastily replied. ' But 
 what I think so melancholy to see is that de- 
 generacy of social life in England — I mean in 
 London — which apes a cynicism it doesn't 
 feel.' 
 
 ' But I think it does feel it,' Eivers struck 
 in ; ' and very naturally and justly.' 
 
 ' Then you think London society is really 
 demoralised ? ' The Dictator spoke, turning 
 on him rather suddenly. 
 
 'I think London society is just what it has 
 always been,' Eivers promptly answered. 
 
 ' Corrupt and cynical ? ' 
 
 ' Well, no. I should rather say corrupt 
 and candid.' 
 
 ' If that is London society, that certainly
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 249 
 
 is not English social life,' Lord Courtreeve 
 declared emphatically, patting the table with 
 his hand, ' It isn't even London social life. 
 Come down to the East End, sir ' 
 
 ' Oh, indeed, by Jove ! I shall do nothing of 
 the kind ! ' Eivers replied, as with a shudder, 
 * I think, of all the humbugs of London society, 
 slumming is about the worst.' 
 
 ' I was not speaking of that,' Lord Court- 
 reeve said, with a slight flush on his mild 
 face. ' Perhaps I do not think very differ- 
 ently from you about some of it — some of it 
 — although, Heaven be praised, not about all ; 
 but what I mean and was going to say when 
 I was interrupted ' — and he looked with a cer- 
 tain modified air of reproach at Eivers — ' what 
 I was going to say when I w^as interrupted,' 
 he repeated, as if to make sure that he was 
 not going to be interrupted this time — ' was, 
 that if you would go down to the East End 
 with me, I could show you in one day plenty 
 
 VOL. I. S
 
 250 THE DICTATOR 
 
 of proofs that tlie heart of the Eiighsh people 
 
 is as sound and true as ever it was ' 
 
 ' Very likely,' Pavers interposed saucily. 
 ' I never said it wasn't.' 
 
 Lord Courtreeve gaped with astonish- 
 ment. 
 
 ' I don't quite grasp your meaning,' he 
 stammered. 
 
 ' I never said,' Soame Eivers replied 
 deliberately, ' that the heart of the English 
 people was not just as sound and true now as 
 it ever was — I dare say it is just about the 
 same — meme jeu, don't you know ? ' and he 
 took a languid puff at his cigarette. 
 
 ' Am I to be glad or sorry of your 
 answer ? ' Lord Courtreeve asked, with a 
 stare. 
 
 ' How can I tell ? It depends on wliat you 
 want me to say.' 
 
 'Well, if you mean to praise the great
 
 THE PRIVATE SECRETARY 251 
 
 heart of the Eiighsh people now, and at other 
 times ' 
 
 ' Oh dear, no ; I mean nothing of the 
 kind.' 
 
 ' I say, Eivers, this is all bosh, you know,' 
 Sir Eupert struck in. 
 
 * I think we are all shams and frauds in 
 our set — in our class,' Eivers said, composedly ; 
 ' and we are well brought up and educated 
 and all that, don't you know ? I really can't 
 see why some cads who clean windows, or 
 drive omnibuses, or sell vegetables in a 
 donkey -cart, or carry bricks up a ladder, 
 should be any better than we. Not a bit of 
 it — if we are bad, they are worse, you may 
 put your money on that.' 
 
 ' Well, I think I have had my answer,' the 
 Dictator said, with a smile. 
 
 ' And what is your interpretation of the 
 Oracle's answer ? ' Eivers asked.
 
 252 THE DICTATOR 
 
 ' I sliould have to interpret the Oracle 
 itself before I could be clear as to the meaning 
 of its answer,' Ericson said composedly. 
 
 Soame Eivers knew pretty well by the 
 words and by the tone that if he did not like 
 tlie Dictator, neither did the Dictator very 
 much like him. 
 
 ' You must not mind Eivers and his 
 cynicism,' Sir Eupert said, intervening some- 
 wdiat hurriedly ; ' he doesn't mean half he 
 says.' 
 
 ' Or say half he means,' Eivers added. 
 
 ^ But, as I was telling you, about the police 
 organisation of Siam,' Sir Lionel broke out 
 anew. And this time the others went back 
 w^ithout resistance to a few moments more of 
 Siam. 
 
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