A Great Man Part 22
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'He rang for you just after you went out at a quarter-past twelve.' Here Foxall glanced mischievously at the clock. 'He had his lunch sent in, and he's been raving ever since.'
'What did you tell him?'
'I told him you'd gone to lunch.'
'Did he say anything?'
'He asked whether you'd gone to Brighton for lunch. Krikey! He nearly sacked _me_! You know it's his golfing afternoon.'
'So it is. I'd forgotten,' Henry observed calmly.
Then he removed his hat and gloves, found his note-book and pencil, and strode forward to joust with the knight.
'Did you want to dictate letters, Sir George?' he asked, opening Sir George's door.
The knight was taken aback.
'Where have you been,' the famous solicitor demanded, 'since the middle of the morning?'
'I had some urgent private business to attend to,' said Henry. 'And I've been to lunch. I went out at a quarter-past twelve.'
'And it's now three o'clock. Why didn't you tell me you were going out?'
'Because you were engaged, Sir George.'
'Listen to me,' said Sir George. 'You've been getting above yourself lately, my friend. And I won't have it. Understand, I will not have it.
The rules of this office apply just as much to you as to anyone.'
'I'm sorry,' Henry put in coldly, 'if I've put you to any inconvenience.'
'Sorry be d----d, sir!' exclaimed Sir George.
'Where on earth do you go for your lunch?'
'That concerns no one but me, Sir George,' was the reply.
He would have given a five-pound note to know that Foxall and the entire staff were listening behind the door.
'You are an insolent puppy,' Sir George stated.
'If you think so, Sir George,' said Henry, 'I resign my position here.'
'And a fool!' the knight added.
'And did you say anything about the thousand pounds?' Aunt Annie asked, when, in the evening domesticity of Dawes Road, Henry recounted the doings of that day so full of emotions.
'Not I!' Henry replied. 'Not a word!'
'You did quite right, my dear!' said Aunt Annie. 'A pretty thing, that you can't go out for a few minutes!'
'Yes, isn't it?' said Henry.
'Whatever will Sir George do without you, though?' his mother wondered.
And later, after he had displayed for her inspection the cheque for a thousand and eighty pounds, the old lady cried, with moist eyes:
'My darling, your poor father might well insist on having you called Shakspere! And to think that I didn't want it! To think that I didn't want it!'
'Mark my words!' said Aunt Annie. 'Sir George will ask you to stay on.'
And Aunt Annie was not deceived.
'I hope you've come to your senses,' the lawyer began early the next morning, not unkindly, but rather with an intention obviously pacific.
'Literature, or whatever you call it, may be all very well, but you won't get another place like this in a hurry. There's many an admitted solicitor earns less than you, young man.'
'Thanks very much, Sir George,' Henry answered. 'But I think, on the whole, I had better leave.'
'As you wish,' said Sir George, hurt.
'Still,' Henry proceeded, 'I hope our relations will remain pleasant. I hope I may continue to employ you.'
'Continue to employ me?' Sir George gasped.
'Yes,' said Henry. 'I got you to invest some moneys for me some time ago. I have another thousand now that I want a sound security for.'
It was one of those rare flashes of his--rare, but blindingly brilliant.
CHAPTER XX
PRESS AND PUBLIC
At length arrived the eve of the consummation of Mr. Onions Winter's mercantile labours. Forty thousand copies of _A Question of Cubits_ (No.
8 of the Satin Library) had been printed, and already, twenty-four hours before they were to s.h.i.+ne in booksellers' shops and on the counters of libraries, every copy had been sold to the trade and a second edition was in the press. Thus, it was certain that one immortal soul per thousand of the entire British race would read Henry's story. In literature, when nine hundred and ninety-nine souls ignore you, but the thousandth buys your work, or at least borrows it--that is called enormous popularity. Henry retired to bed in Dawes Road that night sure of his enormous popularity. But he did not dream of the devoted army of forty thousand admirers. He dreamt of the reviews, some of which he knew were to appear on the day of publication itself. A hundred copies of _A Question of Cubits_ had been sent out for review, and in his dreams he saw a hundred highly-educated men, who had given their lives to the study of fiction, bending anxiously over the tome and seeking with conscientious care the precise phrases in which most accurately to express their expert appreciation of it. He dreamt much of the reviewer of the _Daily Tribune_, his favourite morning paper, whom he pictured as a man of forty-five or so, with gold-rimmed spectacles and an air of generous enthusiasm. He hoped great things from the article in the _Daily Tribune_ (which, by a strange accident, had completely ignored _Love in Babylon_), and when he arose in the morning (he had been lying awake a long time waiting to hear the scamper of the newsboy on the steps) he discovered that his hopes were happily realized. The _Daily Tribune_ had given nearly a column of praise to _A Question of Cubits_, had quoted some choice extracts, had drawn special attention to the wonderful originality of the plot, and a.s.serted that the story was an advance, 'if an advance were possible,' on the author's previous book.
His mother and Aunt Annie consumed the review at breakfast with an excellent appet.i.te, and lauded the insight of the critic.
What had happened at the offices of the _Daily Tribune_ was this. At the very moment when Henry was dreaming of its reviewer--namely, half-past eleven p.m.--its editor was gesticulating and shouting at the end of a speaking-tube:
'Haven't had proof of that review of a book called _A Question of Cubits_, or some such idiotic t.i.tle! Send it down at once, instantly. Do you hear? What? Nonsense!'
The editor sprang away from the tube, and dashed into the middle of a vast ma.s.s of papers on his desk, turning them all over, first in heaps, then singly. He then sprang in succession to various side-tables and served their contents in the same manner.
'I tell you I sent it up myself before dinner,' he roared into the tube.
'It's Mr. Clackmannan's "copy"--you know that peculiar paper he writes on. Just look about. Oh, conf----!'
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