Part 43 (1/2)
”It's a sort of game,” Lady Peggy explained later. ”If you can escape without his having produced his map, then you've won,” she added.
At first the Duke devoted himself to Patricia, obviously with the object of placing her at her ease. She was fascinated by his voice.
He had the reputation of being a brilliant talker; but Patricia decided that even if he had possessed the most commonplace ideas, he would have invested them with a peculiar interest on account of the whimsical tones in which he expressed them. He was a man of remarkable dignity of bearing, and Patricia decided that she would be able to feel very much afraid of him.
In answer to a question Patricia explained that she had only met Lady Peggy that morning.
”And what do you think of Peggy's whirlwind methods?” asked the Duke with a smile.
”I think they are quite irresistible,” replied Patricia.
”She makes friends quicker than anyone I ever met and keeps them longer,” said the Duke.
Presently the conversation turned on the question of the re-afforestation of Great Britain, springing out of a remark made by the Cabinet Minister to the Duke. Soon the two, aided by a number of other guests, were deep in the intricacies of politics. During a lull in the conversation the Duke turned to Patricia.
”I am afraid this is all very dull for you, Miss Brent,” he remarked pleasantly.
”On the contrary,” said Patricia, ”I am greatly interested.”
”Interested in politics?” questioned the Duke with a tinge of surprise in his voice.
Gradually Patricia found herself drawn into the conversation. For the first time in her life she found her study of Blue Books and her knowledge of statistics of advantage and use. The Cabinet Minister leaned forward with interest. The other guests had ceased their local conversation to listen to what it was that was so clearly interesting their host and the Cabinet Minister. In Patricia's remarks there was the freshness of unconvention. The old political war-horses saw how things appeared to an intelligent contemporary who was not trammelled by tradition and parliamentary procedure.
Suddenly Patricia became aware that she had monopolised the conversation and that everyone was listening to her. She flushed and stopped.
”Please go on,” said the Cabinet Minister; ”don't stop, it's most interesting.”
But Patricia had become self-conscious. However, the Duke with great tact picked up the thread, and soon the conversation became general.
As they rose from the table the Duke whispered to Patricia, ”Don't hurry away, please, I want to have a chat with you after the others have gone.”
As they went to the drawing-room, Lady Peggy came up to Patricia and linking her arm in hers, said:
”I'm dreadfully afraid of you now, Patricia. Why everybody was positively drinking in your words. Wherever did you learn so much?”
”You cannot be secretary to a rising politician,” said Patricia with a smile, ”without learning a lot of statistics. I have to read up all sorts of things about pigs and babies and beet-root and street-noises and all sorts of objectionable things.”
”What do you think of her, G.o.ddy?” cried Lady Peggy to Elton as he joined them.
”I'm afraid she has made me feel very ignorant,” replied Elton. ”Just as you, Peggy, always make me feel very wise.”
In the drawing-room the Serbian attached himself to Patricia and produced his ”map of obliteration,” as the Duke had once called it, explaining to her at great length how nearly all the towns and cities in Europe were for the most part populated by Serbs.
It was obvious to her, from the respect with which she was treated, that her remarks at luncheon had made a great impression.
When most of the other guests had departed, the Duke walked over to her, and dismissing Peggy, entered into a long conversation on political and parliamentary matters. He was finally interrupted by Lady Peggy.
”Look here, Daddy, if you steal my friends I shall----” she paused, then turning to Elton she said, ”What shall I do, G.o.ddy?”
”Well, you might marry and leave him,” suggested Elton helpfully.