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  Lookatit。Thereisn’tanotherhousequitelikeitinEngland。

  Itisworthlookingover。“

  “Itismostimpressive,“Hamelagreed,“andwonderfullybeautiful。

  Itseemsodd,“headded,withalaugh,“thatyoushouldcareaboutthislittleshantyhere,withallthebeautifulroomsyoumusthaveofyourown。“

  “It’sNaboth’svineyard,“Mr。Fentolingroaned。“Now,Mr。Hamel,youaregoingtobegracious,aren’tyou?Letusleavethequestionofyourlittlehabitationherealoneforthepresent。Comebackwithme。Mynieceshallgiveyousometea,andyoushallchooseyourroomfromforty。Youcansleepinahauntedchamber,orahistoricalchamber,inQueenElizabeth’sroom,aVictorianchamber,oraLouisQuinzeroom。Allmypeoplehavespenttheirsubstanceinfurniture。Don’tlookatyourbag。Clothesareunnecessary。I

  cansupplyyouwitheverything。Or,ifyoupreferit,IcansendafastcarintoNorwichforyourownthings。Comeandbemyguest,please。“

  Hamelhesitated。HehadnottheslightestdesiretogotoSt。

  David’sHall,andthoughhestrovetoignoreit,hewasconsciousofanaversionofwhichhewasheartilyashamedforthisstrangefragmentofhumanity。Ontheotherhand,hismission,theactualmissionwhichhadbroughthimdowntotheseparts,couldcertainlybestbeservedbyanentreeintotheHallitself-andtherewasthegirl,whomhefeltsurebelongedthere。Hehadneverforamomentbeenabletodismissherfromhisthoughts。Herstill,coldface,thedelicateperfectionofherclothesandfigure,thegreyeyeswhichhadresteduponhissocuriously,hauntedhim。Hewasdesperatelyanxioustoseeheragain。Ifherefusedthisinvitation,ifherejectedMr。Fentolin’sprofferedfriendship,itwouldbeallthemoredifficult。

  “Youarereallyverykind,“hebeganhesitatingly-

  “Itissettled,“Mr。Fentolininterrupted,“settled。Meekins,youcanridebackagain。Ishallnotpaintto-day。Mr。Hamel,youwillwalkbymyside,willyounot?Icanrunmylittlemachinequiteslowly。Yousee,Ihaveanelectricbattery。Itneedschargingoften,butIhaveadynamoofmyown。Youneversawavehiclelikethisinallyourtravellings,didyou?“

  Hamelshookhishead。

  “Anelectricalbath-chair,“Mr。Fentolincontinued。“Practicehasmademeremarkablyskilfulinitsmanipulation。Yousee,Icansteertoaninch。“

  Hewasalreadyturningaround。Hamelrosetohisfeet。

  “Youarereallyverykind,“hesaid。“IshouldliketocomeupandseetheHall,atanyrate,butinthemeantime,aswearehere,couldIjustlookovertheinsideofthislittleplace?Ifoundthelargeshedwherethelifeboatusedtobekept,lockedup。“

  Mr。Fentolinwasmanoeuvringhiscarriage。HisbackwastowardsHamel。

  “Byallmeans,“hedeclared。“Wewillgointogether。IhavehadtheentrancewidenedsothatIcanridestraightintothesitting-room。Butwait。“

  Hepausedsuddenly。Hefeltinallhispockets。

  “Dearme,“heexclaimed,“IfindthatIhaveleftthekeys!Wewillcomedownalittlelater,ifyoudonotmind,Mr。Hamel。Orto-morrow,perhaps。Youwillnotmind?Itisverycarelessofme,butseeingyouabouttheplaceandimaginingthatyouwereanintruder,mademeangry,andIstartedoffinahurry。Nowwalkbymysideuptothehouse,please,andtalktome。Itissointerestingformetomeetmen,“hewenton,astheystartedalongthestraightpath,“whodothingsinlife;whogotoforeigncountries,meetstrangepeople,andhavenewexperiences。Ihavebeenagoodmanyyearslikethis,youknow。“

  “Itisagreataffliction,“Hamelmurmuredsympathetically。

  “InmyyouthIwasanathlete,“Mr。Fentolincontinued。“IplayedcricketfortheVarsityandformycounty。Ihunted,too,andshot。

  Ididallthethingsamanlovestodo。Imightstillshoot,theytellme,butmystrengthhasebbedaway。Iamtooweaktoliftagun,tooweakeventohandleafishing-rod。Ihavejustafewhobbiesinlifewhichkeepmealive。Areyouapolitician,Mr。

  Hamel?“

  “Notintheleast,“Hamelreplied。“IhavebeenoutofEnglandtoolongtokeepintouchwithpolitics。“

  “Naturally,“Mr。Fentolinagreed。“Itamusesmetofollowthecourseofevents。IhaveagoodmanyfriendsinLondonandabroadwhoarekindtome,whokeepmeinformed,sendmeoddbitsofinformationnotavailableforeveryone,anditamusesmetoputthesethingstogetherinmymindandtotryandplaytheprophet。

  IwasintheForeignOfficeonce,youknow。Itakeupmypapereverymorning,anditisoneofmychiefintereststoseehownearmyownspeculationscometothetruth。Justnowforexample,therearestrangethingsdoingontheContinent。“

  “InAmerica,“Hamelremarked,“theyaffecttolookuponEnglandasadoomedPower。“

  “Notaltogethersupineyet,“Mr。Fentolinobserved,“yeteventhislastgenerationhasseenweakening。Wehavelostsomuchself-reliance。Perhapsitishavingthesegrown-upchildrenwhowethinkcantakecareofus-CanadaandAustralia,andtheothers。

  However,wewillnottalkofpolitics。Itboresyou,Icansee。

  Wewilltryandfindsomeothersubject。Nowtellme,don’tyouthinkthisisingenious?“

  TheyhadreachedthefootofthehilluponwhichtheHallwassituated。Infrontofthem,underneaththeterrace,wasalittleirongate,heldopennowbyMeekins,whohadgoneonaheadanddismountedfromhisbicycle。

  “IhaveasubterraneanwayfromhereintotheHall,“Mr。Fentolinexplained。“Comewithme。Youwillonlyhavetostoopalittle,anditmayamuseyou。Youneednotbeafraid。Thereareelectriclightseverytenyards。Iturnthemonwiththisswitch-see。“

  Mr。Fentolintouchedabuttoninthewall,andtheplacewasatoncebrilliantlyilluminated。Alittlerowoflightsfromtheceilingandthewallsstretchedawayasfarasonecouldsee。Theypassedthroughtheirongates,whichshutbehindthemwithaclick。

  Stoopingalittle,Hamelwasstillabletowalkbythesideofthemaninthechair。Theytraversedaboutahundredyardsofsubterraneanway。Hereandthereafungushungdownfromthewall,otherwiseitwasbeautifullykeptanddry。Byandby,withalittleturn,theycametoaninclineandanotherirongate,heldopenforthembyafootman。Mr。Fentolinspedupthelastfewfeetintothegreathail,whichseemedmoreimposingthaneverbyreasonofthisunexpectedentrance。Hamel,blinkingalittle,steppedtohisside。

  “Welcome!“Mr。Fentolincriedgaily。“Welcome,myfriendMr。Hamel,toSt。David’sHall!“

  Duringthenexthalf-hour,Hamelwasintroducedtoluxuriestowhich,inageneralway,hewasentirelyunaccustomed。Oneman-servantwasbusypreparinghisbathinaroomleadingoutofhissleepingapartment,whileanotherbroughthimachoiceofeveningclothesandsuperintendedhisdisrobing。Hamel,alwaysobservant,studiedhissurroundingswithkeeninterest。Hefoundhimselfinaqueerlymixedatmosphereofluxuriousmodernityandstatelyantiquity。Hisfour-poster,thehugecouchatthefootofhisbed,andallthefurnitureabouttheroom,wasoftheQueenAnneperiod。Thebathroomwhichcommunicatedwithhisapartmentwasthelatesttriumphoftheplumber’sart-aroomwithfloorandwallsofwhitetiles,thebathitselfalittlesunkenandtwicetheordinarysize。

  Hedispensedsofarashecouldwiththeservicesofthemenanddescended,assoonashewasdressed,intothehall。Meekinswaswaitingatthebottomofthestairs,dressednowinsomberblack。

  “Mr。Fentolinwillbegladifyouwillstepintohisroom,sir,“heannounced,leadingtheway。

  Mr。Fentolinwasseatedinhischair,readingtheTimesinacornerofhislibrary。Shapedblockshadbeenplacedbehindandinfrontofthewheelsofhislittlevehicle,topreventitfrommoving。A

  shadedreading-lampstoodonthetablebyhisside。Hedidnotatoncelookup,andHamelglancedaroundwithgenuineadmiration。

  Theshelveswhichlinedthewallsandthewingedcaseswhichprotrudedintotheroomwerefilledwithbooks。Therewasalargeoaktablewithbeautifullycarvedlegs,piledwithallsortsofmodernreviewsandmagazines。Alogfirewasburninginthebigoakengrate。Theperfumefromagreatbowloflavenderseemedtominglecuriouslyyetpleasantlywiththehalfmustyodouroftheoldleather-houndvolumes。Themassivechimneypiecewasofblackoak,andaboveitwerecarvedthearmsoftheHouseofFentolin。

  Thewallswereoak-panelledtotheceiling。

  “Refreshed,Ihope,byyourbathandchange,mydearvisitor?“theheadofthehouseremarked,ashelaiddownhispaper。“Drawachairuphereandjoinmeinaglassofvermouth。Youneednotbeafraidofit。Itcomestomefromthemakerasaspecialfavour。

  Hamelacceptedaquaintly-cutwine-glassfulloftheamberliquid。

  Mr。Fentolinsippedhiswiththeairofaconnoisseur。

  “This,“hecontinued,“isoneofourinformaldays。Thereisnooneinthehousesavemysister-in-law,niece,andnephew,andapoorinvalidgentlemanwho,Iamsorrytosay,isconfinedtohisbed。Mysister-in-lawisalso,Iregrettosay,indisposed。Shedesiredmetopresentherexcusestoyouandsayhowgreatlysheislookingforwardtomakingyouracquaintanceduringthenextfewdays。“

  Hamelbowed。

  “ItisverykindofMrs。Fentolin,“hemurmured。

  “Ontheseoccasions,“Mr。Fentolincontinued,“wedonotmakeuseofadrawing-room。Myniecewillcomeinherepresently。Youarelookingatmybooks,Isee。Areyou,byanychance,abibliophile?

  Ihaveacaseofmanuscriptsherewhichmightinterestyou。

  Hamelshookhishead。

  “Onlyintheabstract,Ifear,“heanswered。“IhavescarcelyopenedaseriousbooksinceIwasatOxford。“

  “Whatwasyouryear?“Mr。Fentolinasked。

  “FourteenyearsagoIleftMagdalen,“Hamelreplied。“Ihadmadeupmymindtoheanengineer,andIwentovertotheBostonInstituteofTechnology。“

  Mr。Fentolinnoddedappreciatively。

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