Part 24 (1/2)
”A sudden repulsion seized me. 'I must go now,' I said, stopping. 'I'd no idea I had come so far.'
”He seemed as glad to be rid of me as I to be rid of him. 'Oh, must yer,' he said, holding out his hand. 'Well, so long.'
”We shook hands carelessly. He disappeared in the crowd, and that is the last I have ever seen of him.”
”Is that a true story?” asked Jephson.
”Well, I've altered the names and dates,” said MacShaughna.s.sy; ”but the main facts you can rely upon.”
CHAPTER X
The final question discussed at our last meeting been: What shall our hero be? MacShaughna.s.sy had suggested an author, with a critic for the villain. My idea was a stockbroker, with an undercurrent of romance in his nature. Said Jephson, who has a practical mind: ”The question is not what we like, but what the female novel-reader likes.”
”That is so,” agreed MacShaughna.s.sy. ”I propose that we collect feminine opinion upon this point. I will write to my aunt and obtain from her the old lady's view. You,” he said, turning to me, ”can put the case to your wife, and get the young lady's ideal. Let Brown write to his sister at Newnham, and find out whom the intellectual maiden favours, while Jephson can learn from Miss Medbury what is most attractive to the common-sensed girl.”
This plan we had adopted, and the result was now under consideration.
MacShaughna.s.sy opened the proceedings by reading his aunt's letter. Wrote the old lady:
”I think, if I were you, my dear boy, I should choose a soldier. You know your poor grandfather, who ran away to America with that _wicked_ Mrs. Featherly, the banker's wife, was a soldier, and so was your poor cousin Robert, who lost eight thousand pounds at Monte Carlo. I have always felt singularly drawn towards soldiers, even as a girl; though your poor dear uncle could not bear them. You will find many allusions to soldiers and men of war in the Old Testament (see Jer.
xlviii. 14). Of course one does not like to think of their fighting and killing each other, but then they do not seem to do that sort of thing nowadays.”
”So much for the old lady,” said MacShaughna.s.sy, as he folded up the letter and returned it to his pocket. ”What says culture?”
Brown produced from his cigar-case a letter addressed in a bold round hand, and read as follows:
”What a curious coincidence! A few of us were discussing this very subject last night in Millicent Hightopper's rooms, and I may tell you at once that our decision was unanimous in favour of soldiers. You see, my dear Selkirk, in human nature the attraction is towards the opposite. To a milliner's apprentice a poet would no doubt be satisfying; to a woman of intelligence he would he an unutterable bore. What the intellectual woman requires in man is not something to argue with, but something to look at. To an empty-headed woman I can imagine the soldier type proving vapid and uninteresting; to the woman of mind he represents her ideal of man--a creature strong, handsome, well-dressed, and not too clever.”
”That gives us two votes for the army,” remarked MacShaughna.s.sy, as Brown tore his sister's letter in two, and threw the pieces into the waste-paper basket. ”What says the common-sensed girl?”
”First catch your common-sensed girl,” muttered Jephson, a little grumpily, as it seemed to me. ”Where do you propose finding her?”
”Well,” returned MacShaughna.s.sy, ”I looked to find her in Miss Medbury.”
As a rule, the mention of Miss Medbury's name brings a flush of joy to Jephson's face; but now his features wore an expression distinctly approaching a scowl.
”Oh!” he replied, ”did you? Well, then, the common-sensed girl loves the military also.”
”By Jove!” exclaimed MacShaughna.s.sy, ”what an extraordinary thing. What reason does she give?”
”That there's a something about them, and that they dance so divinely,”
answered Jephson, shortly.
”Well, you do surprise me,” murmured MacShaughna.s.sy, ”I am astonished.”
Then to me he said: ”And what does the young married woman say? The same?”
”Yes,” I replied, ”precisely the same.”