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〃It is what I have been working for all these years！〃
〃Butbut why？ Why？ That's what I want to know。 Why？〃
Mrs。 Crocker's fine eyes glittered。
〃I will tell you why； Bingley。 just before we were married I had a talk with my sister Nesta。 She was insufferably offensive。 She referred to you in terms which I shall never forgive。 She affected to look down on you； to think that I was marrying beneath me。 So I am going to make you an English peer and send Nesta a newspaper clipping of the Birthday Honours with your name in it； if I have to keep working till I die！ Now you know！〃
Silence fell。 Mr。 Crocker drank cold coffee。 His wife stared with gleaming eyes into the glorious future。
〃Do you mean that I shall have to stop on here till they make me a lord？〃 said Mr。 Crocker limply。
〃Yes。〃
〃Never go back to America？〃
〃Not till we have succeeded。〃
〃Oh Gee！ Oh Gosh！ Oh Hell！〃 said Mr。 Crocker； bursting the bonds of years。
Mrs。 Crocker though resolute； was not unkindly。 She made allowances for her husband's state of mind。 She was willing to permit even American expletives during the sinking…in process of her great idea； much as a broad…minded cowboy might listen indulgently to the squealing of a mustang during the branding process。 Docility and obedience would he demanded of him later； but not till the first agony had abated。 She spoke soothingly to him。
〃I am glad we have had this talk； Bingley。 It is best that you should know。 It will help you to realise your responsibilities。 And that brings me back to James。 Thank goodness Lord Percy Whipple is in town。 He is about James' age； and from what Lady Corstorphine tells me will be an ideal friend for him。 You understand who he is； of course？ The second son of the Duke of Devizes； the Premier's closest friend； the man who can practically dictate the Birthday Honours。 If James and Lord Percy can only form a close friendship； our battle will be as good as won。 It will mean everything。 Lady Corstorphine has promised to arrange a meeting。 In the meantime； I will speak to James and warn him to be more careful。〃
Mr。 Crocker had produced a stump of pencil from his pocket and was writing on the table…cloth。
Lord Crocker Lord Bingley Crocker Lord Crocker of Crocker The Marquis of Crocker Baron Crocker Bingley； first Viscount Crocker
He blanched as he read the frightful words。 A sudden thought stung him。
〃Eugenia！〃
〃Well？〃
〃What will the boys at the Lambs say？〃
〃I am not interested；〃 replied his wife； 〃in the boys at the Lambs。〃
〃I thought you wouldn't be；〃 said the future baron gloomily。
CHAPTER III
FAMILY JARS
IT is a peculiarity of the human mind that； with whatever apprehension it may be regarding the distant future； it must return after a while to face the minor troubles of the future that is immediate。 The prospect of a visit to the dentist this afternoon causes us to forget for the moment the prospect of total ruin next year。 Mr。 Crocker； therefore； having tortured himself for about a quarter of an hour with his meditations on the subject of titles； was jerked back to a more imminent calamity than the appearance of his name in the Birthday Honoursthe fact that in all probability he would be taken again this morning to watch the continuation of that infernal cricket…match； and would be pelled to spend the greater part of to…day； as he had spent the greater part of yesterday； bored to the verge of dissolution in the pavilion at Lord's。
One gleam of hope alone presented itself。 Like baseball； this pastime of cricket was apparently affected by rain； if there had been enough of it。 He had an idea that there had been a good deal of rain in the night； but had there been sufficient to cause the teams of Surrey and Kent to postpone the second instalment of their serial struggle？ He rose from the table and went out into the hall。 It was his purpose to sally out into Grosvenor Square and examine the turf in its centre with the heel of his shoe； in order to determine the stickiness or non…stickiness of the wicket。 He moved towards the front door； hoping for the best； and just as he reached it the bell rang。
One of the bad habits of which his wife had cured Mr。 Crocker in the course of the years was the habit of going and answering doors。 He had been brought up in surroundings where every man was his own door…keeper； and it had been among his hardest tasks to learn the lesson that the perfect gentleman does not open doors but waits for the appropriate menial to e along and do it for him。 He had succeeded at length in mastering this great truth； and nowadays seldom offended。 But this morning his mind was clouded by his troubles； and instinct； allaying itself with opportunity； was too much for him。 His fingers had been on the handle when the ring came； so he turned it。
At the top of the steps which connect the main entrance of Drexdale House with the sidewalk three persons were standing。 One was a tall and formidably handsome woman in the early forties whose appearance seemed somehow oddly familiar。 The second was a small； fat； blobby； bulging boy who was chewing something。 The third； lurking diffidently in the rear； was a little man of about Mr。 Crocker's own age； grey…haired and thin with brown eyes that gazed meekly through rimless glasses。
Nobody could have been less obtrusive than this person； yet it was he who gripped Mr。 Crocker's attention and caused that home…sick sufferer's heart to give an almost painful leap。 For he was clothed in one of those roomy suits with square shoulders which to the seeing eye are as republican as the Stars and Stripes。 His blunt…toed yellow shoes sang gaily of home。 And his hat was not so much a hat as an effusive greeting from Gotham。 A long time had passed since Mr。 Crocker had set eyes upon a biped so exhilaratingly American； and rapture held him speechless； as one who after long exile beholds some landmark of his childhood。
The female member of the party took advantage of his dumbnesswhich； as she had not unnaturally mistaken him for the butler； she took for a silent and respectful query as to her business and wishesto open the conversation。
〃Is Mrs。 Crocker at home？ Please tell her that Mrs。 Pett wishes to see her。〃
There was a rush and scurry in the corridors of Mr。 Crocker's brain； as about six different thoughts tried to squash simultaneously into that main chamber where there is room for only one at a time。 He understood now why this woman's appearance had seemed familiar。 She was his wife's sister； and that same Nesta who was some day to be pulverised by the sight of his name in the Birthday Honours。 He was profoundly thankful that she had mistaken him for the butler。 A chill passed through him as he pictured what would have been Eugenia's reception of the information that he had mitted such a bourgeois solecism as opening the front door to Mrs。 Pett of all people； who already despised him as a low vulgarian。 There had been trouble enough when she had found him opening it a few weeks before to a mere collector of subscriptions for a charity。 He perceived； with a clarity remarkable in view of the fact that the discovery of her identity had given him a