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He was full of plans in those days for the education of his boy, and the thought of the youngster played a large part in the series of complicated emotional crises with which he celebrated the departure of his wife, crises in which a number of old school and college friends very generously assisted spending weekends at Seagate for this purpose, and mingling tobacco, impassioned handclasps and suchlike consolation with much patient sympathetic listening to his carefully balanced analysis of his feelings.
As a matter of fact, in his increasingly futile way he wasn't, either at Seagate or in the Educational Supplement of the TIMES. But even the most conscientious of us are not obliged to go to Seagate or read the Educational Supplement of the TIMES. Lady Marayne's plans for her son's future varied very pleasantly.
Bold yet convincing guesses began to leap across the gaps. A story shaped itself.... The story began with the schoolfellow he had known at Minchinghampton School. Benham had come up from his father's preparatory school at Seagate. He had been a boy reserved rather than florid in his acts and manners, a boy with a pale face, incorrigible hair and brown eyes that went dark and deep with excitement.
He was extremely successful for some years, as success goes in the scholastic profession, and then disaster overtook him in the shape of a divorce. His wife, William Porphyry's mother, made the acquaintance of a rich young man named Nolan, who was recuperating at Seagate from the sequelae of snake-bite, malaria, and a gun accident in Brazil. She ran away with him, and she was divorced.
She had honestly got under the impression of late years that a woman could not be well looked after who had not three maids to go about with her and see to her wants. When first she settled down at Seagate Hall with her three attendant Graces, Helena was almost inclined to resent such an invasion as an insult.
Mostly, if not altogether, of the few words the Dictator had spoken to her the words that told her he must cut short his visit to Seagate Hall. She knew quite well what that meant. It meant, of course, that he was going out to fling himself upon the shore of Gloria, and that he might never come back.
Of course all this was perfectly understood by everybody in Seagate Hall. 'Must we waken him? Sarrasin asked doubtfully. 'Oh, yes, Hamilton answered decisively. 'I'll take that responsibility upon myself. 'What I was thinking of, Sarrasin whispered, 'was that if you and I were to keep close watch he might have his sleep out and no harm could happen to him.
I'd have done the work but for that coward; I'd have done the work if I had been alone! Yet a little, and the silence and quietude of a perfectly serene and ordered household had returned to Seagate Hall. The Coroner's jury had viewed the dead, and then had gone off to the best public-house in the village to hold their inquest. The dead themselves had been laid in seemly beds.
Didn't even mean that I had attained, for lack of any rival, to that lonely and that inevitable eminence? 'Come, you are only laughing at me. I know what I meant myself. 'Oh, but please don't explain. It is quite delightful as it is. They were now under the lights of the windows in Seagate Hall, and only just in time to dress for dinner. Sir Rupert took the Duchess of Deptford in to dinner.
Ericson and Hamilton had common thoughts concerning the expedition to Gloria; but Hamilton had not confided to the Dictator any hint of what Mrs. Sarrasin had told him, and what Dolores had told Mrs. Sarrasin. On the other hand, Ericson did not think it at all necessary to communicate to Hamilton the feelings with which the prospect of a speedy leaving of Seagate Hall had inspired him.
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