while professor blinkwell and his niece discussed business, finance, and matters which might be designated by a more sinister word, mr. cyril b. thurlow, united states ambassador to the court of st. james, and his daughter irene, were consuming an equally satisfactory breakfast of grapefruit and shredded wheat in their own suite on the floor above.
mr. thurlow, whose name had been prominent two years before as a probable candidate for the united states presidency, but who had withdrawn in favour of a more popular candidate, had been subsequently appointed - in recognition of the party loyalty which he had shown, and other excellent qualifications to the office which he now held.
having secured that exalted position, he had maintained its high traditions to the satisfaction of the nations concerned, and was seldom absent from his official residence in london; but on this occasion, the political skies being clear, and there being a sufficient interval during which no ceremonial functions would require his presence, he had left his official duties in the hands of capable secretaries, and followed inclination and his daughter's wishes by making a short visit to paris.
mr. thurlow was an alabama cotton-planter, of substantial wealth, and assured social position. he was known as a man of something more than superficial scholarship, as a collector of medieval tapestries, and as one of the three best after-dinner speakers of his race and generation.
he had shown another side of his character, and had greatly increased his popularity with his fellow-citizens five years before when he had come suddenly upon three men who were in the act of kidnapping his daughter, in accordance with one of the best known customs af his native land.
declining the usual invitation to raise his hands, he had pulled out his own gun with such celerity, and used it to such effect, that the police had been subsequently called upon to do no more than remove one dying and two seriously wounded men, while his own injuries had been confined to a grazed cheek and an abbreviation of the-little finger of the left hand, which had been shot off at the upper joint.
he spoke excellent english, with a slight pleasant southern-states drawl; and though he insisted on pronouncing schedule with a k, for which authority can be advanced, it is improbable that he ever expressed approval of a fellow-man by describing him as a swell guy.
his daughter irene, a vivaciously attractive, rather impulsive girl of nineteen or twenty years, an only and motherless child, had left college at her urgency, and to his own satisfaction, when he had been appointed to his present position, so that she could accompany him to england.
on arriving in that country, she had made it a primary occupation to discover descendants of her father's scottish ancestors, or living relatives of her mother, who was traditionally connected with the shropshire charlings.
in this pursuit she had done no more for her father than to identify his family with that of an alexander thurlow who was the proprietor of a general store in a small village near haddington. the man was of dubious character, and less than dubious sobriety, and the relationship had been left unclaimed, after her father's inclinations had been expressed with as much freedom of emphasis as he would often allow himself to use in his daughter's presence.
but she had been more successful, at least to her own, if not to the ambassador's, mind in her search for her mother's kin. they proved to be numerous, of a good average respectability, and including some of more than average social status. considered broadly, they were a family in which charm of manner and speech, a resilient optimism, and an opportunist ability to avoid the impact of adverse circumstance, were conspicuous above the more solid and pedestrian virtues, though it would be uncharitable to suggest that these may not have been also present.
among them, william kindell, cousin of lord sparshott, who had been living in london, with more evidence of leisure than occupation, had shown some disposition to accept the generous embassy hospitality which mr. thurlow had offered to the family of his dead wife, and which he had lacked excuse to withdraw when he had observed, with some inward dissatisfaction, that the young man appeared to be gaining an exceptional measure of his daughter's regard, especially as he could not detect anything in his conduct either open to criticism in itself or suggesting that he regarded irene with more than the friendliness natural to their ages and dispositions, and to the blood-relationship that existed between them.
now irene broke a short silence to ask, in the pseudo-casual voice of one who is self-conscious of speaking too often on a subject which fills the mind, and yet cannot resist the inclination to do so, "did you notice that will kindell's been here since yesterday?" to which he answered with a vague illogical feeling of grievance (for the h?tel splendide was equally open to all who dressed in the right way, avoided public disgrace, and could pay its bills): "kindell? i wonder whatever he's doing here. i suppose he's not following us?"
irene would have liked to feel that the supposition was wrong, but she had some reluctant reason for a different opinion. she said: "no. i don't think he knows we're here. it's more likely to be something to do with a professor blinkwell, or some name like that, on the floor below. i saw him talking last night to the professor's daughter, unless she's his wife, a fat jewish-looking woman, but he didn't notice me as i passed."
the ambassador surprised himself by saying, "well, if he's staying here, you'd better ask him to look us up."
he spoke from mingled, unanalysed feelings which pulled contrary ways. he was naturally hospitable, and unlikely to fail in friendly offices towards a kinsman in a strange city. he had a clear perception that the permission would please irene to do which was always his first aim. he did not wish the young man, for whom he had only moderate liking, to become too attractive to her, but he had an unreasonable feeling of resentment at the idea that william kindell might not value that which he did not mean him to have. if irene should show liking for him, it would be intolerable for him to give preference to professor blinkwell's niece!
he thought he detected, beyond the fact, a tone of hostile jealousy in irene's description of the lady in question. like many men of spare frame, he had a tendency to admire women of the more fleshy types, and myra might have had some just cause for annoyance had she known that anyone called her fat. a controlled plumpness, equally due to laziness, good living, and a placidity of conscience such as is possible only to those who can do evil without regret, would be a fairer description of the curves to which the ambassador had paid the tribute of an admiring glance as he had passed her upon the stairs. but to irene, subconscious of her own lithe slimness and her ten years advantage of youth, fat was the fitting word.
irene hesitated in her reply, the simplicity of her desire for her cousin's company warring against the feminine instinct that aims less to pursue than attract pursuit. "i don't think," she said, "i'll call him up if he doesn't know that we're here. i expect we shall run across him somewhere."
"yes," her father agreed drily, "i'd say we shall."
he rose up from the breakfast-table saying that he had some correspondence with which to deal, but no more than could be cleared off in a couple of hours. after that, perhaps an early lunch, and then where would she like to go?
irene said she would think it over. her father retired to his own room, and left her to a thoughtful solitude, similar to that of myra on the floor below.
and meanwhile william kindell, the common subject of these two very different conversations, having breakfasted in the more expeditious manner of those whom conversation does not divert, had strolled into the smoking-room to pick up a paper which he did not read, while his thoughts dwelt upon the two young women who had been talking of him.
it was true that he had not seen irene when she had passed him the evening before, but he knew that she was there, having signed the hotel register immediately below the entry of cyril b. thurlow and his daughter. the information would have been more welcome had he not come in pursuit of another girl, and seen also the possibility that his appearance might be misinterpreted, in the absence of an explanation he could not give.
he liked irene, as, indeed, it was easy to do. had his position been free, when they had first met, her own ready liking for him might have wakened a warmer response. but that was only a few days after his introduction to myra blinkwell, and the commencement of a flirtation which appeared to have been stimulated rather than cooled by her own lazily good-humoured indifference.
myra might say little and do less, but she was one of those women whose physical appearance suggests (perhaps delusively), a voluptuousness of passion which is waiting to be awakened, like a fire unlit, but which has been generously laid, with piling of ample logs.
