Part 21 (2/2)

”'Working basis' is distinctly good,” murmured Professor Teller, and looked admiringly at the King, whom the Prime Minister hastened to rea.s.sure.

”Your Majesty's powers,” said he, ”are in no way touched. At no single point of our proposals is any limitation suggested.”

”Oh, I daresay not, I daresay not!” replied the King, ”but though it isn't there in the text it is between the lines; yes, written with invisible ink which will be plain enough to read presently. What I am thinking about is the future. You may be perfectly right as to the wisdom of change; but we must have chapter and verse for it. We can't treat these matters any longer as an affair of honor. It used to be: now it isn't. Honor to-day is not a help but an impediment; I've found that out. To me it has lately become a question--a very grave question--whether I can in honor accept the advice of my ministers; and I do not intend to leave so disquieting a problem for my son to solve after me. There, now you have it!”

The King panted a little as he spoke, like a dog that has begun to feel the pace of a motor-car too much for him.

”I'm sorry that your Majesty has found any reason to complain,” said the Prime Minister in a tone of grieved considerateness.

”I am not complaining,” answered the King, ”I'm only saying. And what I say is, let us have chapter and verse for it from beginning to end.

Define the powers of the Crown as they exist to-day--but as they won't exist to-morrow unless you do--and your proposals shall have my most sympathetic consideration; but not otherwise.”

”Surely the question your Majesty raises,” interrupted the Prime Minister, ”is an entirely separate one.”

”No doubt you would treat it so,” replied the King. ”Oh, yes--break your sticks one at a time as the wise man did in the fable!”

A breath of protest blew round the Council board. What would he be accusing them of next?

”I daresay you don't mean it,” he went on; ”but it will be said, at some future day, that you did. And either you do mean it, or you don't; so if you don't what can be your objection to having it put down in black and white? I'm sure I have none. I have got everything written out here ready and waiting.” And the King fingered his ma.n.u.script feverishly.

”One very obvious objection,” interposed the Prime Minister in alarm, ”is that there is no demand for it in the country. No political situation has arisen--the matter is not in controversy.”

”You must pardon me,” said the King, ”we are in controversy now. Though the country knows nothing about it, my position is affected; the demand is mine.”

”It is quite impossible, your Majesty,” said the Prime Minister, with a brevity that was almost brusque. ”It would entirely confuse the issue in the public mind.”

”Direct it, I think you mean.”

”In a most dangerous and inadvisable way.”

”Dangerous to whom?” the King inquired shrewdly.

”The functions of the Crown must not be involved in party politics.”

”Though party politics are involving the functions of the Crown? Oh, yes, Mr. Prime Minister, it is no use for you to shake your head. I contend that, without a word said, this bill does directly undermine my powers of initiative and independence. You deprive the Bishops of their right to vote on money bills; very well, that will include all royal grants, whether special or annual,--maintenance, annuities, and all that sort of thing. At present these are fixed by law and cannot be disturbed without the agreement of both Houses. That is my safeguard. But in future you leave the Bishops out, and you have me in the hollow of your hand. Oh, gentlemen, you need not protest your good intentions: I am merely putting the case as it will stand supposing a--well, a socialistic Government, bent on getting rid of the monarchy altogether, were to succeed you. Where should I be then? That is what I want you to consider. Oh, you don't need two sticks to beat a dog with! If you mean that, let us have it all said and done with,--put it in your bill; and if the country approves of it, well, if it approves of it, I shall be very much surprised.”

The Prime Minister rose.

”Does your Majesty suggest,” he began, ”that any such idea----”

But the King cut him short. ”Oh, I don't know what your ideas were; this isn't an idea, it's a bill.”

The Prime Minister sat down again; all the Council were looking at him with mildly interrogating eyes, wondering what they should do next. The King had often been voluble before, but this time he was reasonably articulate; and as his pile of ma.n.u.script indicated he had come armed with definite proposals.

”I am asking for safeguards,” said the King. ”How do I know, how do any of us know, at what pace things may not be moving a few years hence? It is the pace that kills, you know; yes, very important thing--pace.” His eye caught a friendly glance; it twinkled at him humorously; he appealed to it for support. ”Yes, Professor, have you anything to say?”

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