Part 48 (1/2)

He walked back more slowly than he had come to where the glare of the sky indicated the houses and the streets. As he crossed Park Lane again two men arm-in-arm pa.s.sed him and one of them stopped.

”Is that you, Rames?” asked a friendly and solicitous voice.

Rames recognized it at once as the voice of Hamlin the chief Whip.

”You had paired for to-night,” Hamlin continued, ”hadn't you? You didn't miss much. But I want to be able to rely on you for Thursday.

We know, of course, that you are against us over Devenish's land bill.

That's all right. But you are with us on the rest of our policy and we want your help.”

”I shall be there on Thursday,” answered Harry Rames. ”It's quite true that I have not been so much in the House this session as I used to be. But you will see me in my old place to-morrow. Good-night.”

He walked on and Hamlin rejoined his companion.

”It was Rames,” he said. ”We're not going to lose him. I am glad. He's marked out for a great position if he doesn't throw it away.”

But Rames through the roar of the traffic, carriages rolling home, wagons lumbering in to Covent Garden, heard louder than ever the boom of Southern seas and the wind whistling between the halyards of a s.h.i.+p.

CHAPTER x.x.xIII

A LETTER FROM ABROAD

The session pa.s.sed, and Devenish's land bill, as Rames had foretold, was postponed. It figured again in the Address at the beginning of the following year, but as late as March no definite date had been a.s.signed for its introduction. On a Sat.u.r.day morning of this month Cynthia and her husband were breakfasting in the dining-room of the white house, when the morning's letters were brought in by the butler.

Harry Rames tossed one or two aside.

”Circulars, pamphlets,” he said. He opened some of the others, taking them from the top of the pile. ”Here's one from the Chamber of Commerce--railway rates. I'll answer that this morning. Here's another--the committee of a school wants a grant from the treasury.

Here's a third--” and as he was beginning to tear open the envelope, his voice suddenly stopped.

Cynthia looked up from her own letters and saw that while he was holding the third letter in his hand he was not looking at it. His eyes were fixed upon that one which was now uppermost on the heap. He sat and stared at the envelope for an appreciable time. Then dropping the letter which he held, he picked up this new and startling one and carried it swiftly over to the window. Cynthia followed his movement with her eyes, just curious, but nothing more. Her eyes indeed travelled beyond him and noticed the sunlight in the garden, the yellow and purple crocuses and the first of the daffodils, noticed them with an up-springing lightness of heart. Then the stillness of her husband's att.i.tude caught her attention. She saw something in his face which she had never seen there before, which she had never thought to see there at all. He wore the look of a man quite caught out of himself. He was as one wrapped in visions and refined by the fires of great longings. It seemed to her that she saw a man whose eyes, brimful of light, looked upon the Holy Grail.

He turned back to her. He brought her the letter still unopened and placed it in her hands. Cynthia received it as though written upon its cover she would read the revelation of his secret. Yet she saw nothing but a soiled envelope with a foreign stamp. She gazed up at her husband mystified.

”Look at the stamp, Cynthia!” said Rames in a queer voice.

Cynthia looked. It wore the head familiar to English people. But the lettering about the head was strange. She spelled it out.

”Rexland.”

With a start she turned to him. ”That is the country you discovered.”

”Yes. A stamp was struck to commemorate my discovery of it.”

”A stamp?” cried Cynthia. ”Wait a minute, Harry! You once spoke of a stamp to me before. Yes, on the morning of the day when you were to deliver your speech--the speech which failed. It was this stamp of which you were speaking?”

”Yes.”

”You remembered it on that morning, even when your thoughts were full of the speech you were going to deliver.”