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           Howloathsome!Couldn’tonegorightaway,tothefarendsoftheearth,andbefreefromitall?

           Onecouldnot.ThefarendsoftheworldarenotfiveminutesfromCharingCross,nowadays.Whilethewirelessisactive,therearenofarendsoftheearth.KingsofDahomeyandLamasofTibetlistenintoLondonandNewYork.

           Patience!Patience!Theworldisavastandghastlyintricacyofmechanism,andonehastobeverywary,nottogetmangledbyit.

           Connieconfidedinherfather.

           ’Yousee,Father,hewasClifford’sgame-keeper:buthewasanofficerinthearmyinIndia.OnlyheislikeColonelC.E.Florence,whopreferredtobecomeaprivatesoldieragain.’

           SirMalcolm,however,hadnosympathywiththeunsatisfactorymysticismofthefamousC.E.Florence.Hesawtoomuchadvertisementbehindallthehumility.Itlookedjustlikethesortofconceittheknightmostloathed,theconceitofself-abasement.

           ’Wheredidyourgame-keeperspringfrom?’askedSirMalcolmirritably.

           ’Hewasacollier’ssoninTevershall.Buthe’sabsolutelypresentable.’

           Theknightedartistbecamemoreangry.

           ’Lookstomelikeagold-digger,’hesaid.’Andyou’reaprettyeasygold-mine,apparently.’

           ’No,Father,it’snotlikethat.You’dknowifyousawhim.He’saman.Cliffordalwaysdetestedhimfornotbeinghumble.’

           ’Apparentlyhehadagoodinstinct,foronce.’

           WhatSirMalcolmcouldnotbearwasthescandalofhisdaughter’shavinganintriguewithagame-keeper.Hedidnotmindtheintrigue:hemindedthescandal.

           ’Icarenothingaboutthefellow.