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Updated: June 13, 2025
"The Duchess thinks that we had better all go into the box," she said. "We have two stalls as well, but as Dicky is not here there is really room for five. Will you get some programmes, Sir Charles?" Somerfield stopped for a minute, under pretence of seeking some change, and tore open his paper. The Prince led Penelope down the carpeted way.
"And even that," the Duchess remarked, smiling, "has been yellow for the last few days. Prince, you know my daughter Grace, and I am sure that you have met Miss Penelope Morse? We are waiting for two other men, Sir Charles Somerfield and Mr. Vanderpole." The Prince bowed, and began to talk to his hostess' daughter, a tall, fair girl, as yet only in her second season.
I should not be surprised if she married him, some day or other." The Prince looked behind for a moment; then he stopped to admire a magnificent orchid. "It will be great good fortune for Sir Charles Somerfield," he said. Somerfield scarcely waited until the little party were out of sight. "Penelope," he exclaimed, "you've given that man four dances!"
When one sees how far apart he is from you Englishmen in his ideals and the way he spends his life, one wonders again." Somerfield shrugged his shoulders. "We do well enough," he said. "Japan is the youngest of the nations. She has a long way to go to catch us up." "We do well enough!" she repeated under her breath.
When he is Foreign Minister and I am the Counsellor of the Emperor, we may perhaps send messages to one another, if not across the seas, through the clouds." A man's footstep approached them. Somerfield himself drew near and hesitated. The Prince rose at once. "Sir Charles," he said, "I have been bidding farewell to Miss Penelope.
"There had been a gateway there once, but for some reason or other it had become blocked with a rank vegetation. The old gap was chocked full with a thorny, flower-bearing bush so thick that a cat could not have passed through. Somerfield switched on one of his theories as soon as he got over his first surprise.
I honestly believe that he deserves my hatred. I have more reason for feeling this way than you know of, Sir Charles." "If he has dared " Somerfield began. "He has dared nothing that he ought not to," Penelope interrupted. "His manners are altogether too perfect. It is the chill faultlessness of the man which is so depressing.
We are always afraid of molesting the liberty of the subject. A trifle more brutality sometimes would make for strength. We are like a dentist whose work suffers because he is afraid of hurting his patient." Somerfield was watching his fiancee curiously. "Are you really very pale tonight, Penelope," he asked, "or is it those red flowers which have drawn all the color from your cheeks?"
The end and aim of his life is to serve his country, and I believe that he would consider it sacrilege if he allowed any slighter things to divert at any time his mind from its main purpose. He would feel like a priest who has broken his ordination vows." "That's all very well," Somerfield said coolly, "but there's nothing in life nowadays to make us quite so strenuous as that." "Isn't there?"
She stopped to speak to Penelope, and turned afterwards to Somerfield. Prince Maiyo held out his hand for Penelope's programme. "You will spare me some dances?" he pleaded. "I come late, but it is not my fault." She yielded the programme to him without a word. "Those with an X," she said, "are free. One has to protect oneself." He smiled as he wrote his own name, unrebuked, in four places.
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