Part 64 (1/2)

Falkenberg's death upset the whole scheme which was brewing against us, whatever it may have been. All the notes which are being interchanged at the present moment are perfectly pacific.”

The d.u.c.h.ess sighed.

”After all,” she said, ”my little visit to Paris was not so wild. I don't think you would ever have found out about Anne but for me.”

Julien smiled.

”If I really believed that,” he a.s.sured her, ”and I shall try to, then I should feel that I owed you more than any person upon the earth.”

The dinner was a success. Lady Anne seemed certainly to have developed.

She was looking wonderfully handsome, and though her eyes strayed more than once to the end of the table where her husband was sitting, she carried on her share of the conversation with just that trifle of a.s.surance which marks the transition from girlhood to the dignity of marriage. After the women had left, conversation for a few moments was necessarily political. The Duke, who read the _Times_ and the _Spectator_, and attended every debate in the House of Lords, spoke with some authority.

”I believe,” he said firmly, ”that we have pa.s.sed through a crisis greater than any one, even those in power, know of. It is my opinion that Falkenberg was the bitter enemy of this country--that it was he, indeed, who kept alive all that suspicious and jealous feeling of which we have had constant evidences from Berlin. He was dying all the time to make mischief. I am sorry, of course, for his tragical end. On the other hand, I am inclined to believe that his departure from the sphere of politics was the best thing that has happened to this country for many years.”

”There is no doubt,” Lord Cardington declared, ”that he was working hard to estrange France and England. Your letters, Sir Julien, made that remarkably evident.”

”'The good that men do lives after them,'” some one quoted, ”also the evil. I am afraid it will be some time before France and England are on exactly the same terms.”

”I would not be so sure,” Julien interposed, setting down his gla.s.s.

”The politics of Paris are the politics of France, and the spirit of the Parisian is essentially mercurial. Besides, the days of the great alliance draw nearer--the next step forward after the arbitration treaty. Who can doubt that when that is completed, France will embrace the chance of permanent peace?”

The Duke rose to his feet.

”Five minutes only I am allowed, gentlemen,” he said. ”My wife wants some of us, some of us have to go back to Westminster. I shall ask you, therefore, before we separate, as this is in some respects an occasion, to drink to the health of my son-in-law, Sir Julien Portel. Though a politician of the old type, I do not fail to appreciate what we owe to the new school. I am a reader of the old-fas.h.i.+oned newspapers, but I recognize the fact that the modern Press sometimes exercises a new and wonderful function in politics. It is my opinion that by means of this modern journalism Sir Julien Portel has maintained the peace of the world. I ask you, therefore, not only as my private friends and relatives, but as politicians, to drink to-night to the health of my son-in-law.”

They all rose.

”And with that toast,” Lord Cardington added, as he bowed toward Julien, ”let me a.s.sociate the fervent pleasure felt by all of us in welcoming back once more the colleague to whom we have so many reasons to be thankful.”

The party broke up soon afterwards. Lady Anne drove back with her husband to Westminster. She sat by his side in the closed car which had been her father's wedding present. Her hands, linked together, were pa.s.sed through his arm. She was a very well satisfied woman.

”Julien,” she declared, ”it's lovely to be back here, but I wouldn't have been without those few weeks in Paris for anything in the world. I don't think we can ever get back down into the bottom of the ruts, do you?”

”If ever we feel like it,” he answered, smiling, ”we'll cross the Channel again, and take Mademoiselle Janette with us and seek for more adventures.”

”Lovely!” she exclaimed. ”I shall hold you to that, mind.”

”No need,” he replied. ”Kendricks is going to stay there as correspondent for the _Post_. We must go and see him occasionally.

There is no one who understands better the temperament of the Parisian than he.”

”There will be no more Herr Freudenberg to circ.u.mvent,” she remarked.