Part 30

“Then,” I remarked, “I have no reason to regret--?”

“Still, you know,” interrupted George, “it’s not half bad.”

“That appears to me to be a paradox,” I observed.

“It’s precious hard to explain it to you if you’ve never felt it,” said George, in rather an injured tone. “But what I say is quite true.”

“I shouldn’t think of contradicting you, my dear fellow,” I hastened to say.

“Let’s sit down,” said he, “and watch the people driving. We may see somebody--somebody we know, you know, Sam.”

“So we may,” said I, and we sat down.

“A fellow,” pursued George, with knitted brows, “is all turned upside down, don’t you know?”

“How very peculiar?” I exclaimed.

“One moment he’s the happiest dog in the world, and the next--well, the next, it’s the deuce.”

“But,” I objected, “not surely without good reason for such a change?”

“Reason? Bosh! The least thing does it.”

I flicked the ash from my cigar.

“It may,” I remarked, “affect you in this extraordinary way, but surely it is not so with most people?”

“Perhaps not,” George conceded. “Most people are cold-blooded asses.”

“Very likely the explanation lies in that fact,” said I.

“I didn’t mean you, old chap,” said George, with a penitence which showed that he had meant me.

“Oh, all right, all right,” said I.

“But when a man’s really far gone there’s nothing else in the world but it.”

“That seems to me not to be a healthy condition,” said I.

“Healthy? Oh, you old idiot, Sam! Who’s talking of health? Now, only last night I met her at a dance. I had five dances with her--talked to her half the evening, in fact. Well, you’d think that would last some time, wouldn’t you?”

“I should certainly have supposed so,” I assented.

“So it would with most chaps, I dare say, but with me--confound it, I feel as if I hadn’t seen her for six months!”

“But, my dear George, that’s surely rather absurd? As you tell me, you spent a long while with the young person--”

“The--young person!”

“You’ve not told me her name, you see.”

“No, and I shan’t. I wonder if she’ll be at the Musgraves’ tonight!”

“You’re sure,” said I soothingly, “to meet her somewhere in the course of the next few weeks.”