impossible yarn," said the young man presently,with a
suggestion of
resentment in his voice.
"Not at all impossible," said Gortsby judicially; "I
remember doing exactly the same thing once in a foreign
capital, and on that occasion there were two of us, which
made it more
remarkable. Luckily we remembered that the
hotel was on a sort of canal, and when we struck the
canal we were able to find our way back to the hotel."
The youth brightened at the reminiscence. "In a
foreign city I wouldn't mind so much," he said; "one
could go to one's Consul and get the
requisite help from
him. Here in one's own land one is far more derelict if
one gets into a fix. Unless I can find some
decent chap
to
swallow my story and lend me some money I seem likely
to spend the night on the Embankment. I'm glad, anyhow,
that you don't think the story outrageously improbable."
He threw a good deal of
warmth into the last remark,
as though perhaps to indicate his hope that Gortsby did
not fall far short of the
requisite decency.
"Of course," said Gortsby slowly, "the weak point of
your story is that you can't produce the soap."
The young man sat forward
hurriedly, felt rapidly in
the pockets of his
overcoat, and then jumped to his feet.
"I must have lost it," he muttered angrily.
"To lose an hotel and a cake of soap on one
afternoon suggests wilful carelessness," said Gortsby,
but the young man scarcely waited to hear the end of the
remark. He flitted away down the path, his head held
high, with an air of somewhat jaded jauntiness.
"It was a pity," mused Gortsby; "the going out to
get one's own soap was the one
convincing touch in the
whole story, and yet it was just that little detail that
brought him to grief. If he had had the brilliant
forethought to provide himself with a cake of soap,
wrapped and sealed with all the solicitude of the
chemist's
counter, he would have been a
genius in his
particular line. In his particular line
genius certainly
consists of an
infinitecapacity for
taking precautions."
With that
reflection Gortsby rose to go; as he did
so an
exclamation of concern escaped him. Lying on the
ground by the side of the bench was a small oval packet,
wrapped and sealed with the solicitude of a chemist's
counter. It could be nothing else but a cake of soap,
and it had
evidently fallen out of the youth's
overcoatpocket when he flung himself down on the seat. In
another moment Gortsby was scudding along the dusk-
shrouded path in
anxious quest for a
youthful figure in a
light
overcoat. He had nearly given up the search when
he caught sight of the object of his
pursuit standing
irresolutely on the border of the
carriage drive,
evidentlyuncertain whether to strike across the Park or
make for the bustling pavements of Knightsbridge. He
turned round
sharply with an air of
defensive hostility
when he found Gortsby hailing him.
"The important
witness to the genuineness of your
story has turned up," said Gortsby,
holding out the cake
of soap; "it must have slid out of your
overcoat pocket
when you sat down on the seat. I saw it on the ground
after you left. You must excuse my disbelief, but
appearances were really rather against you, and now, as I
appealed to the
testimony of the soap I think I ought to
abide by its
verdict. If the loan of a
sovereign is any
good to you - "
The young man
hastily removed all doubt on the
subject by pocketing the coin.
"Here is my card with my address," continued
Gortsby; "any day this week will do for returning the
money, and here is the soap - don't lose it again it's
been a good friend to you."
"Lucky thing your
finding it," said the youth, and
then, with a catch in his voice, he blurted out a word or
two of thanks and fled
headlong in the direction of
Knightsbridge.
"Poor boy, he as nearly as possible broke down,"
said Gortsby to himself. "I don't wonder either; the
relief from his quandary must have been acute. It's a
lesson to me not to be too clever in judging by
circumstances."
As Gortsby retraced his steps past the seat where
the little drama had taken place he saw an
elderlygentleman poking and peering beneath it and on all sides
of it, and recognised his earlier fellow occupant.
"Have you lost anything, sir?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, a cake of soap."
A TOUCH OF REALISM
"I HOPE you've come full of suggestions for
Christmas," said Lady Blonze to her latest arrived guest;
"the
old-fashioned Christmas and the up-to-date Christmas
are both so played out. I want to have something really
original this year."
"I was staying with the Mathesons last month," said
Blanche Boveal
eagerly, "and we had such a good idea.
Every one in the house-party had to be a
character and
behave
consistently all the time, and at the end of the
visit one had to guess what every one's
character was.
The one who was voted to have acted his or her
characterbest got a prize."
"It sounds amusing," said Lady Blonze.
"I was St. Francis of Assisi," continued Blanche;
"we hadn't got to keep to our right sexes. I kept
getting up in the middle of a meal, and throwing out food
to the birds; you see, the chief thing that one remembers
of St. Francis is that he was fond of the birds. Every
one was so
stupid about it, and thought that I was the
old man who feeds the sparrows in the Tuileries Gardens.
Then Colonel Pentley was the Jolly Miller on the banks of
Dee."
"How on earth did he do that?" asked Bertie van
Tahn.
" 'He laughed and sang from morn till night,' "
explained Blanche.
"How
dreadful for the rest of you," said Bertie;
"and anyway he wasn't on the banks of Dee."
"One had to imagine that," said Blanche.
"If you could imagine all that you might as well
imagine cattle on the further bank and keep on calling
them home, Mary-fashion, across the sands of Dee. Or you
might change the river to the Yarrow and imagine it was
on the top of you, and say you were Willie, or
whoever it
was, drowned in Yarrow."
"Of course it's easy to make fun of it," said
Blanche
sharply, "but it was
extremely interesting and
amusing. The prize was rather a fiasco, though. You
see, Millie Matheson said her
character was Lady
Bountiful, and as she was our
hostess of course we all
had to vote that she had carried out her
character better
than anyone. Otherwise I ought to have got the prize."