A People's Man Part 37
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"You beat time, then!" Selingman cried. "You head the waves! My friend Maraton, they are right, those who turned me out of my villa at Versailles and sent me over to you. They were right, indeed! I have business with you, man--an inspiration to share. Ours is a great meeting. You know Maxendorf?"
"By name," Maraton admitted, a little startled.
"A profound thinker," Selingman declared, "a mighty thinker, a giant, a pioneer. I tell you that he sees, Maraton. He has pitched his tent upon the hill-top. What do you know of him?"
"Chiefly," Maraton replied, "that he is an aristocrat, a diplomatist, and the future amba.s.sador here of a country I do not love."
Selingman drained a gla.s.s of champagne before he answered. He lit another of his long, thin cigars and smoked furiously.
"Aristocrat--yes," he a.s.sented, "but you do not know Maxendorf. He will be a joy to you, man. Oh, he sees! The day of the millions is coming, and he knows it. On the Continent our middle cla.s.s isn't like yours.
The conflict will never be so terrible. Thank G.o.d, our Labour stands already with its feet upon the ground. With us, development is all that is necessary. But you--you are up against a cul-de-sac, a black mountain of prejudice and custom. Nothing can save you but an earthquake or a revolution, and you know it. You came to England with those ideas, Maraton. You have turned opportunist. It was the only thing left for you. You didn't happen to see the one way out.
To-morrow it will be a new day with you. To-morrow we will show you."
They were rus.h.i.+ng into London now. Selingman rose to his feet.
"At seven o'clock to-morrow I shall fetch you," he announced, "that is, if I do not come in the morning. I may come before--I may give you the whole day for your own. I make no promise. Your address--write it down. I have no memory."
Maraton wrote it and pa.s.sed it over. Selingman thrust it into his pocket.
"I go to work," he cried. "Some part of the genius of your voice shall tremble to-morrow in the genius of my prose. I promise you that.
'Listen,' our friend Maxendorf would say, 'to the vainest man in Europe!' But I know. No man knows himself save himself. Adieu!"
CHAPTER XXVII
The lengthy reports of his Sheffield visit and speeches, of which the newspapers made great capital, an extraordinary impression of the same in Selingman's wonderful prose, and the caprice of a halfpenny paper, made Maraton suddenly the most talked about man in England. A notoriety which he would have done much to have avoided was forced upon him.
Early on the morning following his return, his house was besieged with a little stream of journalists, photographers, politicians, men and women of all orders and degrees, seeking for a few moments' interview with the man of the hour. Maraton retreated precipitately into his smaller study at the back of the house, and left Aaron to cope as well as he might with the a.s.sailing host. Every now and then the telephone bell rang, and Aaron made his report.
"There are fourteen men here who want to interview you," he announced, "all from good papers. If you won't be interviewed, some of them want a photograph."
"Send them away," Maraton directed. "Tell them the only photograph I ever had taken is in the hands of the Chicago police."
"There's the editor here himself from the _Bi-Weekly_."
"My compliments and excuses," Maraton replied. "I will be interviewed by no one."
"There's a representative from the _Oracle_ here," Aaron continued, "who wants to know your exact position in connection with the Labour Party.
What shall I say?"
"Tell him to apply to Mr. Dale!" Maraton answered.
"Mr. Foley and Lady Elisabeth Landon are outside in a car. Mr.
Foley's compliments, and if you could spare a moment, they would be glad to come in and see you."
Maraton hesitated.
"You had better let them come in.
"Shall I go?" Julia asked.
Maraton shook his head.
"Stay where you are," he enjoined. "Perhaps they will go sooner, if they see that I am at work with you."
Mr. Foley was in his best and happiest mood. He shook hands heartily with Maraton. Elisabeth said nothing at all, but Maraton was conscious of one swift look into his eyes, and of the--fact that her fingers rested in his several seconds longer than was necessary.
"We are profoundly mortified, both my niece and I," Mr. Foley said.
"Never have I had so many journalists on my doorstep, even on that notorious Thursday when they thought that I was going to declare war. I really fancy, Maraton, that they are going to make a celebrity of you.
Have you seen the papers?"
"I have read Selingman's sketch," Maraton replied.
"They say," Mr. Foley went on, "that he wrote all night at the office in Fleet Street, and that his sheets were flung into type as he wrote them. Selingman, too--the great Selingman! You know him?"
"He travelled down from Sheffield with me last night," Maraton answered.
"A more dangerous person even than you," Mr. Foley observed, "and an Anglophobe. Never mind, what did we call about, Elisabeth?"
"Well, we were really on our way to the city," his niece reminded him.
"It was you who suggested, when we were at the top of the Square, that we should call in and see Mr. Maraton."
"There was something in my mind," Mr. Foley persisted. "I remember.
Next Friday is the last day of the session, you know, Mr. Maraton. We want you to go down to Scotland with us for a week."
Maraton shook his head.
"It is very kind of you," he said, "but I shall take no holiday. I need none. I have endless work here during the vacation. There are some industries I have scarcely looked into at all. And there is my Bill, and the draft of another one to follow. Thank you very much, Mr.
Foley, all the same."
Elisabeth set down the ill.u.s.trated paper which she had picked up. She looked across at Maraton.
"Don't you think for one week, Mr. Maraton," she suggested softly, "that you could bring your work with you. You could have a study in a quiet corner of the house, and if you did not care to bring a secretary, I would promise you the services of an amateur one."
Perhaps by accident, as she spoke, she glanced across at Julia, and perhaps by accident Julia at that moment happened to glance up. Their eyes met. Julia, from the grim loneliness of her own world, looked steadfastly at this exquisite type of the things in life which she hated.
"You are very kind," Maraton repeated, "but indeed I must not think of it. It seems to me," he went on, after a slight hesitation, "that every time lately when I have stood at the halting of two ways, and have had to make up my mind which to follow, I have been forced by circ.u.mstances to choose the easier way. This time, at least, my duty is quite plain.
I have work to do in London which I cannot neglect."
Elisabeth picked up the paper which she had set down the moment before.
Her eyes had been quick to appreciate the smothered fierceness of Julia's gaze. At Maraton she did not glance.
"Well, I am sorry," Mr. Foley said. "You are a young man now, Maraton, but one works the better for a change. I didn't come to talk shop, but you've set a nice hornet's nest about our heads up in Sheffield."
"There are many more to follow," Maraton a.s.sured him.
Mr. Foley chuckled. His sense of humour was indomitable.
"If there is one thing in the Press this morning," he declared, "more p.r.o.nounced than the diatribes upon your speech, it is the number of compliments paid to me for my perspicuity in extending the hand of friends.h.i.+p to the most dangerous political factor at present existent,--vide the _Oracle_. I've wasted many hours arguing with some of my colleagues. If I had known what was coming, I might just as well have sat tight and waited for to-day. I am vindicated, whitewashed.
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