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To rescue the poor and the afflicted? or to stop the King from poaching on your own preserves?" With a force of which he was himself unconscious, he gripped Zouche by the arm. "What do you mean?" he whispered thickly; "Speak! What do you know?" Zouche laughed stupidly. "What do I know?" he echoed; "Why, what should I know, blockhead, save what all who have eyes to see, know as well as I do!
By day you mingle with litterateurs, scientists, and philosophers, report has it that you have even managed to stumble your way into my lady's boudoir; but by night you wander like this, insensate, furious, warped in soul, muddled in brain, and only the heart of you alive, the poor unsatisfied heart hungering and crying for what itself makes impossible!" Zouche broke into a harsh laugh.
Poor Zouche! you have had a hard life well may you wonder why God made us men! And Lotys is dead!" He rang the bell on his desk violently. Sir Roger de Launay at once returned, but started back at the sight of his Royal master's altered countenance. "Have the kindness, De Launay" said the King hurriedly, not heeding his dismayed looks "to place a carriage at the disposal of our friend Zouche!
"Go now, Zouche!" he said impatiently "Go back to the place where she lies and tell her I am coming! I must I will see her again! And I will see you again, Zouche! you too!" He forced a pale smile "Yes, poor poet! I will see you and speak with you of this you shall write for her a dirge! a threnody of passion and regret that shall make the whole world weep!
"Yes! no I have not sent the little one to bed; she returned from her work at the theatre, tired out quite tired out, poor child! She is asleep now." "Ha ha! A few years more, and she will not sleep!" said Zouche "Once in her teens " "Once in her teens, she leaves the theatre and comes to me," said Lotys, "And you will see very little of her, Zouche, and you will know less! That will do, Sholto!
"Are you content?" asked Johan Zegota, helping himself from the bottle that stood near him. "I? Why, no! I should not be here if I were!" "Discontent, then, is your chief bond of union?" said Axel Regor, beginning to take part in the conversation. "It is the very knot that ties us all together!" said Zouche with enthusiasm. "Discontent is the mother of progress!
But I know how to make myself reputed as a great genius, and all the very respectable literary men are beginning to recognize me as such. Do you know why?" "Because you drink more than is good for you, my poor Zouche!" said Lotys tranquilly; "That is one reason!" "Hear her!" cried Zouche, "Does she not always, like the Sphinx, propound enigmas!
But I must content myself with mentioning the well-known case of Mary Wellwood who was wife to a carpenter near Ashby de la Zouche, and was twice taken by a fairy and twice recovered. She had children in each of her states of being, and on one recorded occasion her two families met.
But they all depend on stocks and shares!" A touch on his arm caused him to turn round, Paul Zouche confronted both him and Thord, with a solemn worn face, and lack-lustre eyes. "Good-night, friends!" he said; "I have not kicked at a king with my boot, but I have with my brain! and the effort is exhausting! I am going home to bed." "Where is your home?" asked Leroy suddenly.
"Well, if that be so, Paul," said a man next to him, "it is not to be wondered at. The Pope has arrived at a great age!" "No age at all! no age at all!" declared Zouche. "A saint of God should live longer than a pauper! What of the good old lady admitted to hospital the other day whose birth certificate proved her beyond doubt to be one hundred and twenty-one years old?
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