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"Because he is Ramiro, the man who dogged him down, the man who followed the ship Swallow to the Haarlemer Meer. Elsa was with me this afternoon, she knew him again." Dirk thought a while, resting his head upon his hand. Then he lifted it and said: "I am very glad that I sent the money to Munt and Brown, Heaven gave me that thought. Well, wife, what is your counsel now?"
"Here's the house a regular hen-coop!" grumbled Helen. "Oh, my dear!" protested Mrs. Munt. "How can you say such dreadful things! The number of men you get here has always astonished me. If there is any danger it's the other way round." "Yes, but it's the wrong sort of men, Helen means." "No, I don't," corrected Helen.
Munt, was going steadily on, but the last remark made him say: "What? What's that? Do you mean that I'm responsible?" "You're ridiculous, Helen." "You seem to think " He looked at his watch. "Let me explain the point to you. It is like this. You seem to assume, when a business concern is conducting a delicate negotiation, it ought to keep the public informed stage by stage.
She pushed right out of the building, and walked slowly down the outside staircase, breathing the autumnal air, and then she strolled home. "Margaret," called Mrs. Munt, "is Helen all right?" "Oh yes." "She is always going away in the middle of a programme," said Tibby. "The music has evidently moved her deeply," said Fraulein Mosebach.
Of these, Amon, god of Thebes, has the most distinguished history, though Chem, the agricultural god of Coptos, and Munt of Hermonthis were originally as important. Amon, the hidden, i.e. the hidden force of nature, like Ptah, is seldom found alone; he is generally combined with some other god, especially with Ra.
Whether Helen has succeeded one cannot say. The day that Mrs. Munt rallied Helen's letter arrived. She had posted it at Munich, and would be in London herself on the morrow. It was a disquieting letter, though the opening was affectionate and sane. Dearest Meg, Give Helen's love to Aunt Juley. Tell her that I love, and have loved, her ever since I can remember. I shall be in London Thursday.
"Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none." "But this is something quite new!" said Mrs. Munt, who collected new ideas as a squirrel collects nuts, and was especially attracted by those that are portable. "New for me; sensible people have acknowledged it for years. You and I and the Wilcoxes stand upon money as upon islands.
And is that the reason its being ancestral that Mr. Mavering wishes his son to go into it?" "Is he going into it?" asked Munt. "He's come up here to think about it." "I should suppose it would be a very good thing," said Munt. "What a very remarkable forest!" said Mrs. Pasmer, examining it on either side, and turning quite round.
"Careful over what, Aunt Juley?" Mrs. Munt assumed a cryptic air. "It is only that a certain family, whom we know by name but do not mention, as you said yourself last night after the concert, have taken the flat opposite from the Mathesons where the plants are in the balcony." Helen began some laughing reply, and then disconcerted them all by blushing. Mrs.
Miss Cotton, in the absence of any lady of her intimate circle, was appealing confidentially to John Munt. "Why, do you think there's anything serious between them?" he asked, dropping his head forward as people do in church when they wish to whisper to some one in the same pew. "Why, yes, it seems so," murmured Miss Cotton. "His admiration is quite undisguised, isn't it?"
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