Part 31 (1/2)

IX

The news of Tuesday morning caused him at six o'clock in the evening to have been standing two hours in the great throng that filled Market Square gazing towards the offices of the _County Times_. Our mobilisation, our resolve to stand by France if the German Fleet came into the Channel, lastly, most awfully pregnant of all, our obligations to Belgium,--that had been the morning's news, conveyed in the report of Sir Edward Grey's statement in the House of Commons. That afternoon the Prime Minister was to make a statement.

A great murmur swelled up from the waiting crowd, a great movement pressed it forward towards the _County Times_ offices. On the first-floor balcony men appeared dragging a great board faced with paper, on the paper enormous lettering. The board was pulled out endways. The man last through the window took a step forward and swung the letters into view.

PREMIER'S STATEMENT ------- ULTIMATUM TO GERMANY EXPIRES MIDNIGHT

Sabre said aloud, ”My G.o.d! War!”

As a retreating wave harshly withdrawing upon the reluctant pebbles, there sounded from the crowd an enormous intaking of the breath. An instant's stupendous silence, the wave poised for return. Down! A shattering roar, tremendous, wordless. The figure of Pike appeared upon the balcony, in his s.h.i.+rt sleeves, his long hair wild about his face, in his hands that which caught the roar as it were by the throat, stopped it and broke it out anew on a burst of exultant clamour. A Union Jack.

He shook it madly with both hands above his head. The roar broke into a tremendous chant. ”G.o.d Save the King!”

Sabre pressed his way out of the Square. He kept saying to himself, ”War.... War....” He found himself running to the office; no one was in the office; then getting out his bicycle with frantic haste, then riding home,--hard.

And he kept saying, ”War!”

He thought, ”Otway!” and before his eyes appeared a vision of Otway with those little beads of perspiration on his nose.

War--he couldn't get any further than that. Like the systole and diastole of a slowly beating pulse, the word kept on forming in his mind and welling away in a tide of confused and amorphous scenes; and forming again; and again oozing in presentments of speculations, scenes, surmises, and in profound disturbances of strange emotions. War.... And there kept appearing the face of Otway with the little points of perspiration about his nose. Otway had predicted this months ago.--And he was right. It had come.

War....

CHAPTER IV

I

He approached Penny Green and realised for the first time the hard pace at which he had been riding. And realised also the emotions which subconsciously had been driving him along. All the way he had been saying ”War!” What he wanted, most terribly, was to say it aloud to some one. He wanted to say it to Mabel. He had a sudden great desire to see Mabel and tell her about it and talk to her about it. He felt a curiously protective feeling towards her. For the first time in his life he pedalled instead of free-wheeling the conclusion of the ride. He ran into the house and into the morning room. Mabel was not there. It was almost dinner time. She would be in her room. He ran upstairs. She was standing before her dressing table and turned to him in surprise.

”Whatever--”

”I say, it's war!”

She echoed the word. ”War?”

”Yes, war. We've declared war!”

”Declared war?”

”Yes, declared war. We've sent Germany an ultimatum. It ends to-night.

It's the same thing. It means war.”

He was breathless, panting. She said, ”Good gracious! Whatever will happen? Have you brought an evening paper? Do you know the papers didn't come this morning till--”

He could not hear her out. ”No, I didn't wait. I simply rushed away.”

He was close to her. He took her hands. ”I say, Mabel, it's war.” His emotions were tumultuous and extraordinary. He wanted to draw her to him and kiss her. They had not kissed for longer than he could have remembered; but now he held her hands hard and desired to kiss her. ”I say, it's war.”

She gave her sudden burst of laughter. ”You are excited. I've never seen you so excited. Your collar's undone.”

He dropped her hands. He said rather stupidly, ”Well, it's war, you know,” and stood there.