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The wicket-keeper knows what the Harrow captain said, but it does not bear repeating. Every eye was on his scowling, furious face as he returned to the pavilion; and the Rev. Septimus scowled also, because he had always maintained that any Harrovian could accept defeat like a gentleman.
Had he been more worldly-wise he would have seen possible danger in Emmy's romance, and insisted on Zora being taken into their confidence. But Septimus believed that the radiant beings of the earth, such as Emmy and Mordaunt Prince, from whom a quaint destiny kept him aloof, could only lead radiant lives, and the thought of harm did not cross his candid mind.
"But you found Uncle Septimus in his study. I could hear you talking there until quite late." "Of course I was very glad to see him and talk with him. For it is to him that I owe a certain half-developed impatience with the uneducated with whom I deal all my life, except for a few hours now and then in the study and here in the turf-shelter with you. I can see even in the dark that you look grave.
Septimus mihi liber Originum est in manibus; ommia antiquitatis monumenta colligo; causarum illustrium, quascunque defendi, nunc cum maxime conficio orationes; ius augurium pontificium civile tracto; multum etiam Graecis litteris utor, Pythagoriorumque more, exercendae memoriae gratia, quid quoque die dixerim audierim egerim commemoro vesperi.
He was to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo, skirt the outer wall, and re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni; thus they would behold the Colosseum without finding their impressions dulled by first looking on the Capitol, the Forum, the Arch of Septimus Severus, the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina, and the Via Sacra. They sat down to dinner.
"It's merely because he has got a kindly feeling for one woman and is desperately in love with the other." "Perhaps that's it," said Septimus. Sypher again looked at him sharply, as a man does who thinks he has caught another man's soul secret. It was only under considerable stress of feeling that such coherence of ideas could have been expressed by his irrelevant friend.
"A saucepan I know, and a frying-pan I know, but what you're to put in those things with holes in them fairly licks me." "Perhaps we might grow geraniums in them," said Septimus brightly, alter a fit of musing. "If you do," said Zora, "I'll put a female cook in charge of you both, and wash my hands of you."
She plucked a great white chrysanthemum bloom from a bunch she was carrying, flicked it laughingly in his face, and stuck it in his buttonhole. "What a good thing it would be for Emmy," said Mrs. Oldrieve, with a sigh. "To marry Septimus? Oh, mother!" She laughed merrily; then all at once she became serious. "Why not?" she cried, and kissed her mother. Mrs. Oldrieve settled her cap.
Soon after this Septimus went to his club with orders to return for tea, leaving Emmy to prepare for her meeting with Zora. He had offered to be present at this first interview so as to give her his support, and corroborate whatever statement as to his turpitudes she might care to make in explanation of their decision to live apart. But Emmy preferred to fight her battle single-handed.
"When you laugh you show such a deuce of a lot of gum like Wiggleswick," said he. The baby made no reply. The conversation languished. Septimus bent down to examine the tooth, and the baby clutched a tiny fistful of upstanding hair as a reaper clutches a handful of wheat. Septimus smiled and kissed the little crinkled, bubbly lips and fell into a reverie. William Octavius went fast asleep.
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