At Love's Cost

One afternoon Howard sauntered into Stafford's room and found him

sitting in his easy-chair with a book turned face downwards on his

knee, and his pipe in his mouth. Tiny, the black-and-tan terrier, who

was lying coiled up on a cushion at his master's feet, heard Howard

step on the stairs and barked sharply for a moment, then glancing at

Stafford, with a reassuring air, coiled himself up again and subsided

into spasmodic growls and whines of welcome; for the mite was fond of

Howard.

"Asleep, Staff?" he asked, as, with a kind of groan at the heat, he

dropped his hat on the table and sank on to the couch. "By Jove, you

have the best of it in here--it is out of the sun, at any rate. How

that dog can lie on a stuffy cushion! I thought you were going down to

Lady Brook's, at Richmond, this afternoon?"

"Was it this afternoon?" said Stafford. "I'd forgotten. I'm sorry: but

my father will be there and will look after Maude."

Howard glanced at the weary-looking face as he helped himself to a

cigarette.

"You're well out of it! A lady who would give a garden-party on such an

afternoon as this, is, indeed, _la belle dame sans mercie!_ Good

heavens! when I think of the suffering the votaries of fashion undergo

in one season, I've no pity left for the benighted Hindoo women who

sacrifice themselves to Juggernaut. Which reminds me that there is a

tremendously swagger function on at Clarendon House tonight, isn't

there?"

Stafford nodded, and refilled and relit his pipe.

"Yes," he said, "I had forgotten it; but Maude sent me round a note to

remind me of it, and, of course, I must go. I envy you, Howard: you can

stay away."

"That's what I can't do," said Howard, with a whimsical smile. "I am

drawn, into the vortex; I am dragged at the chariot wheels of that

wonderful father of yours. I am the victim of a peculiar kind of

fascination which is as irresistible as the mesmeric influence or

hypnotism. I feel towards Sir Stephen as I should feel towards Napoleon

the Great, if he were alive. I follow and gaze at him, so to speak,

with my mouth agape and a fatuous smile over a countenance which I once

flattered myself was intelligent. I am dazed, bewildered by his genius,

his audacity, his marvellous courage and resource. Do you know,

Stafford, I think it would be an excellent idea to abolish the House of

Lords, the House of Commons, the monarchical government, and place the

whole business in the hands of a Board to be presided over by Sir

Stephen."