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His voice in speaking is wonderfully pleasing, and he has a habit of cocking his head on one side, in a bird-like fashion. "Indeed," Mr. Petheridge Jukesbury observed, "it is very true that God made the country and man made the town. A little more wine, please." Mr. Jukesbury is a prominent worker in the cause of philanthropy and temperance.
"You beautiful child!" said Miss Hugonin. "Er Jukesbury," said the Colonel, mysteriously, "there's a little cognac in the cellar that er " The Colonel jerked his thumb across the hallway with the air of a conspirator. "Eh?" said the Colonel. "Why er yes," said Mr. Jukesbury. "Why ah yes, I think I might." They went across the hall together.
Jukesbury had washed his face clean of that awful red, and had wrapped bandages of cracked ice about his head and propped it high with pillows. It was little short of marvellous to see the pursy old hypocrite going cat-footed about the room on his stealthy ministrations, replenishing the bandages, forcing spirits of ammonia between Billy's teeth, fighting deftly and confidently with death.
Then she gave the name of the book to Petheridge Jukesbury. "Dear, dear," Felix Kennaston sighed, as Mr. Jukesbury made a note of it; "you are all so practical. You perceive an evil and proceed at once, in your common-sense way, to crush it, to stamp it out. Now, I can merely lament certain unfortunate tendencies of the age; I am quite unable to contend against them. Do you know," Mr.
He found articulation somewhat difficult. "In your absence," Kennaston answered, "Mr. Jukesbury, who it appears knows something of medicine, has subjected Mr. Woods to an examination. It it would be unkind to deceive you " "Come to the point, sir," the Colonel interrupted him. "What do you mean?" "I mean," said Felix Kennaston, sadly, "that he is afraid Mr. Woods will never recover consciousness."
"A beautiful evening," Petheridge Jukesbury suggested, after a little cogitation. She conceded that this was undeniable. "Where Nature smiles, and only the conduct of man is vile and altogether what it ought not to be," he continued, with unction "ah, how true that is and how consoling!
Petheridge Jukesbury caught her as she fell, and began to blubber like a whipped schoolboy as he stood there holding her in his arms. But Billy was not dead. There was still a feeble, jerky fluttering in his big chest when Colonel Hugonin found him. His heart still moved, but under the Colonel's hand its stirrings were vague and aimless as those of a captive butterfly.
"Enduring immortality and ah the patronage of the reading public," Mr. Jukesbury placidly insisted, "will be awarded, in the end, only to those who dwell upon the true, the beautiful, and the er respectable. Art must cheer; it must be optimistic and edifying and ah suitable for young persons; it must have an uplift, a leaven of righteousness, a er a sort of moral baking-powder. It must utterly eschew the ah unpleasant and repugnant details of life. It is, if I may so express myself, not at home in the ménage
"And Ignorance beautiful, divine Ignorance is forsaken by a generation that clamours for the truth. And what value, pray, has this Truth that we should lust after it?" He glanced up, in an inquiring fashion. Mr. Jukesbury, meeting his eye, smiled and shook his head and said "Fie, fie!" very placidly. To do him justice, he had not the least idea what Kennaston was talking about.
Also, he had forceful opinions as to the ultimate destination of those who were. Then Billy was presented to the men of the party Mr. Felix Kennaston and Mr. Petheridge Jukesbury. Mrs. Haggage he knew slightly; and Kathleen Saumarez he had known very well indeed, some six years previously, before she had ever heard of Miguel Saumarez, and when Billy was still an undergraduate.
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