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"She will divorce him," he said, and sat for a moment intent upon that prospect. For in those days the austere limitations of divorce of Victorian times were extraordinarily relaxed, and a couple might separate on a hundred different scores. Then suddenly Bindon astonished himself and Mwres by jumping to his feet. "She shall divorce him!" he cried. "I will have it so I will work it so.
Of course no sort of proposal or suggestion must come from you because no doubt she already distrusts you in the matter." The hypnotist leant his head upon his arm and thought. "It's hard a man cannot dispose of his own daughter," said Mwres irrelevantly. "You must give me the name and address of the young lady," said the hypnotist, "and any information bearing upon the matter.
He had just the same stout, short frame as that ancient man of the nineteenth century, from whom his name of Morris he spelt it Mwres came; he had the same half-contemptuous expression of face. He was a prosperous person, too, as times went, and he disliked the "new-fangled," and bothers about the future and the lower classes, just as much as the ancestral Morris had done.
"She's obstinate," said Mwres doubtfully. "Spirit!" said Bindon. "She's a wonderful girl a wonderful girl!" "She'll refuse." "Of course she will. But leave it open to her. Leave it open to her. And some day in that stuffy den, in that irksome, toilsome life they can't help it they'll have a quarrel. And then " Mwres meditated over the matter, and did as he was told.
At last he rose eagerly and waved his hand, and simultaneously across the hall appeared a tall dark figure in a costume of yellow and olive green. As this person, walking amidst the tables with measured steps, drew near, the pallid earnestness of his face and the unusual intensity of his eyes became apparent. Mwres reseated himself and pointed to a chair beside him.
And she has got it into her head that she must marry for Love, and that poor little Bindon " "I've met similar cases," said the hypnotist. "Who is the other young man?" Mwres maintained an appearance of resigned calm. "You may well ask," he said. "He is" and his voice sank with shame "a mere attendant upon the stage on which the flying-machines from Paris alight.
Curious times they were, with their smutty railways and puffing old iron trains, their rum little houses and their horse vehicles. I suppose you don't read books?" "Dear, no!" said Mwres, "I went to a modern school and we had none of that old-fashioned nonsense. Phonographs are good enough for me." "Of course," said the hypnotist, "of course"; and surveyed the table for his next choice.
But like so many experienced men of the world, he doubted if there were any good women. Of such as he had heard tell he was outwardly sceptical and privately much afraid. When the aspiring Mwres effected his introduction to Elizabeth, it seemed to him that his good fortune was complete. He fell in love with her at once.
If Mwres did not like hearing what it said, he had only to touch a stud, and it would choke a little and talk about something else. Of course his toilet differed very much from that of his ancestor. It is doubtful which would have been the more shocked and pained to find himself in the clothing of the other.
In the reasonable discussion that followed, it was agreed that these misguided young people should be left to sink into distress, or possibly even assisted towards that improving discipline by Bindon's financial influence. "And then?" said Mwres. "They will come to the Labour Company," said Bindon. "They will wear the blue canvas." "And then?"
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