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‘Yes he wears a wig,’ said Sir Marmaduke, hardly knowing in what spirit to accept this assertion.

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‘Quite a necessity, Sir Marmaduke. No man can hold his own in print, now-a-days, unless he can see the difference between tinsel and gold.’ ‘And the Lord Chancellor, of course, is tinsel.’

‘I do not say so. He may be a great lawyer and very useful. But his lordship, and his wig, and his woolsack, are tinsel in comparison with the real power possessed by the editor of a leading newspaper. If the Lord Chancellor were to go to bed for a month, would he be much missed?’

‘I don’t know, sir. I’m not in the secrets of the Cabinet. I should think he would.’

‘About as much as my grandmother; but if the Editor of the Jupiter were to be taken ill, it would work quite a commotion. For myself I should be glad on public grounds because I don’t like his mode of business. But it would have an effect because he is a leading man.’

‘I don’t see what all this leads to, Mr Stanbury.’

‘Only to this, that we who write for the press think that our calling is recognised, and must be recognised, as a profession. Talk of permanence, Sir Marmaduke; are not the newspapers permanent? Do not they come out regularly every day, and more of them, and still more of them, are always coming out? You do not expect a collapse among them.’

‘There will be plenty of newspapers, I do not doubt more than plenty, perhaps.’

‘Somebody must write them, and the writers will be paid.’

‘Anybody could write the most of them, I should say.’

‘I wish you would try, Sir Marmaduke. Just try your hand at a leading article to-night, and read it yourself tomorrow morning.’

‘I’ve a great deal too much to do, Mr Stanbury.’

‘Just so. You have, no doubt, the affairs of your Government to look to. We are all so apt to ignore the work of our neighbours! It seems to me that I could go over and govern the Mandarins without the slightest trouble in the world. But, no doubt, I am mistaken, just as you are about writing for the newspapers.’

‘I do not know,’ said Sir Marmaduke, rising from his chair with dignity, ‘that I called here to discuss such matters as these. As it happens, you, Mr Stanbury, are not the Governor of the Mandarins, and I have not the honour to write for the columns of the penny newspaper with which you are associated. It is therefore useless to discuss what either of us might do in the position held by the other.’

‘Altogether useless, Sir Marmaduke, except just for the fun of the thing.’

‘I do not see the fun, Mr Stanbury. I came here, at your request, to hear what you might have to urge against the decision which I expressed to you in reference to my daughter. As it seems that you have nothing to urge, I will not take up your time further.’

‘But I have a great deal to urge, and have urged a great deal.’

‘Have you, indeed?’

‘You have complained that my work is not permanent. I have shewn that it is so permanent that there is no possibility of its coming to an end. There must be newspapers, and the people trained to write them must be employed. I have been at it now about two years. You know what I earn. Could I have got so far in so short a time as a lawyer, a doctor, a clergyman, a soldier, a sailor, a Government clerk, or in any of those employments which you choose to call professions? I think that is urging a great deal. I think it is urging everything.’

‘Very well, Mr Stanbury. I have listened to you, and in a certain degree I admire your your your zeal and ingenuity, shall I say.’

‘I didn’t mean to call for admiration, Sir Marmaduke; but suppose you say good sense and discrimination.’

‘Let that pass. You must permit me to remark that your position is not such as to justify me in trusting my daughter to your care. As my mind on that matter is quite made up, as is that also of Lady Rowley, I must ask you to give me your promise that your suit to my daughter shall be discontinued.’

‘What does she say about it, Sir Marmaduke?’

‘What she has said to me has been for my ears, and not for yours.’

‘What I say is for her ears and for yours, and for her mother’s ears, and for the ears of any who may choose to hear it. I will never give up my suit to your daughter till I am forced to do so, by a full conviction given me up. It is best to be plain, Sir Marmaduke, of course.’

‘I do not understand this, Mr Stanbury.’

‘I mean to be quite clear.’

‘I have always thought that when a gentleman was told by the head of a family that he could not be made welcome in that family, it was considered to be the duty of that gentleman, as a gentleman, to abandon his vain pursuit. I have been brought up with that idea.’

‘And I, Sir Marmaduke, have been brought up in the idea that when a man has won the affections of a woman, it is the duty of that man, as a man, to stick to her through thick and thin; and I mean to do my duty, according to my idea.’

‘Then, sir, I have nothing further to say, but to take my leave. I must only caution you not to enter my doors.’ As the passages were dark and intricate, it was necessary that Stanbury should shew Sir Marmaduke out, and this he did in silence. When they parted each of them lifted his hat, and not a word more was said.

That same night there was a note put into Nora’s hands as she was following her mother out of one of the theatres. In the confusion she did not even see the messenger who had handed it to her. Her sister Lucy saw that she had taken the note, and questioned her about it afterwards with discretion, however, and in privacy. This was the note:

‘Dearest Love,

I have seen your father, who is stern after the manner of fathers. What granite equals a parent’s flinty bosom! For myself, I do not prefer clandestine arrangements and rope-ladders; and you, dear, have nothing of the Lydia about you. But I do like my own way, and like it especially when you are at the end of the path. It is quite out of the question that you should go back to those islands. I think I am justified in already assuming enough of the husband to declare that such going back must not be held for a moment in question. My proposition is that you should authorise me to make such arrangements as may be needed, in regard to licence, banns, or whatever else, and that you should then simply walk from the house to the church and marry me. You are of age, and can do as you please. Neither your father nor mother can have any right to stop you. I do not doubt but that your mother would accompany you, if she were fully satisfied of your purpose. Write to me to the D. R.

Your own, ever and ever, and always,

H. S.

I shall try and get this given to you as you leave the theatre. If it should fall into other hands, I don’t much care. I’m not in the least ashamed of what I am doing; and I hope that you are not.’