he kiddies can't learn their lessons for want of it。 I was talking with a farmer down in Kent。 The plums were rotting on his trees。 There were too many of them： that was the trouble。 The railway carriage alone would cost him more than he could get for them。 They were too cheap。 So nobody could have them。 It's the muddle of the thing that makes me madthe ghastly muddle… headed way the chief business of the world is managed。 There's enough food could be grown in this country to feed all the people and then of the fragments each man might gather his ten basketsful。 There's no miracle needed。 I went into the matter once with Dalroy of the Board of Agriculture。 He's the best man they've got； if they'd only listen to him。 It's never been organized： that's all。 It isn't the fault of the individual。 It ought not to be left to the individual。 The man who makes a corner in wheat in Chicago and condemns millions to privationlikely enough； he's a decent sort of fellow in himself： a kind husband and fatherwould be upset for the day if he saw a child crying for bread。 My dog's a decent enough little chap； as dogs go； but I don't let him run my larder。
〃It could be done with a little good will all round；〃 he continued； 〃and nine men out of every ten would be the better off。 But they won't even let you explain。 Their newspapers shout you down。 It's such a damned fine world for the few： never mind the many。 My father was a farm labourer： and all his life he never earned more than thirteen and sixpence a week。 I left when I was twelve and went into the mines。 There were six of us children； and my mother brought us up healthy and decent。 She fed us and clothed us and sent us to school； and when she died we buried her with the money she had put by for the purpose； and never a penny of charity had ever soiled her hands。 I can see them now。 Talk of your Chancellors of the Exchequer and their problems！ She worked herself to death； of course。 Well； that's all right。 One doesn't mind that where one loves。 If they would only let you。 She had no opposition to contend withno thwarting and hampering at every turnthe very people you are working for hounded on against you。 The difficulty of a man like myself； who wants to do something； who could do something； is that for the best part of his life he is fighting to be allowed to do it。 By the time I've lived down their lies and got my chance； my energy will be gone。〃
He knocked the ashes from his pipe and relit it。
〃I've no quarrel with the rich；〃 he said。 〃I don't care how many rich men there are； so long as there are no poor。 Who does？ I was riding on a bus the other day； and there was a man beside me with a bandaged head。 He'd been hurt in that railway smash at Morpeth。 He hadn't claimed damages from the railway company and wasn't going to。 'Oh； it's only a few scratches；' he said。 'They'll be hit hard enough as it is。' If he'd been a poor devil on eighteen shillings a week it would have been different。 He was an engineer earning good wages； so he wasn't feeling sore and bitter against half the world。 Suppose you tried to run an army with your men half starved while your officers had more than they could eat。 It's been tried and what's been the result？ See that your soldiers have their proper rations； and the General can sit down to his six… course dinner； if he will。 They are not begrudging it to him。
〃A nation works on its stomach。 Underfeed your rank and file； and what sort of a fight are you going to put up against your rivals。 I want to see England going ahead。 I want to see her workers properly fed。 I want to see the corn upon her unused acres； the cattle grazing on her wasted pastures。 I object to the food being thrown into the sealeft to rot upon the ground while men are hungryside…tracked in Chicago； while the children grow up stunted。 I want the commissariat properly organized。〃
He had been staring through her rather than at her； so it had seemed to Joan。 Suddenly their eyes met； and he broke into a smile。
〃I'm so awfully sorry；〃 he said。 〃I've been talking to you as if you were a public meeting。 I'm afraid I'm more used to them than I am to women。 Please forgive me。〃
The whole man had changed。 The eyes had a timid pleading in them。
Joan laughed。 〃I've been feeling as if I were the King of Bavaria；〃 she said。
〃How did he feel？〃 he asked her； leaning forward。
〃He had his own private theatre；〃 Joan explained； 〃where Wagner gave his operas。 And the King was the sole audience。〃
〃I should have hated that；〃 he said； 〃if I had been Wagner。〃
He looked at her； and a flush passed over his boyish face。
〃All right；〃 he said； 〃if it had been a queen。〃
Joan found herself tracing patterns with her spoon upon the tablecloth。 〃But you have won now；〃 she said； still absorbed apparently with her drawing； 〃you are going to get your chance。〃
He gave a short laugh。 〃A trick；〃 he said； 〃to weaken me。 They think to shave my locks； show me to the people bound by their red tape。 To put it another way； a rat among the terriers。〃
Joan laughed。 〃You don't somehow suggest the rat；〃 she said： 〃rather another sort of beast。〃
〃What do you advise me？〃 he asked。 〃I haven't decided yet。〃
They were speaking in whispered tones。 Through the open doors they could see into the other room。 Mrs。 Phillips； under Airlie's instructions； was venturing upon a cigarette。
〃To accept；〃 she answered。 〃They won't influence youthe terriers； as you call them。 You are too strong。 It is you who will sway them。 It isn't as if you were a mere agitator。 Take this opportunity of showing them that you can build； plan； organize； that you were meant to be a ruler。 You can't succeed without them； as things are。 You've got to win them over。 Prove to them that they can trust you。〃
He sat for a minute tattooing with his fingers on the table； before speaking。
〃It's the frills and flummery part of it that frightens me；〃 he said。 〃You wouldn't think that sensitiveness was my weak point。 But it is。 I've stood up to a Birmingham mob that was waiting to lynch me and enjoyed the experience； but I'd run ten miles rather than face a drawing…room of well…dressed people with their masked faces and ironic courtesies。 It leaves me for days feeling like a lobster that has lost its shell。〃
〃I wouldn't say it； if I didn't mean it；〃 answered Joan； 〃but you haven't got to trouble yourself about that 。 。 。 You're quite passable。〃 She smiled。 It seemed to her that most women would find him more than passable。
He shook his head。 〃With you；〃 he said。 〃There's something about you that makes one ashamed of worrying about the little things。 But the others： the sneering women and the men who wink over their shoulder while they talk to you； I shall never be able to get away from them； and； of course； wherever I go〃
He stopped abruptly with a sudden tightening of the lips。 Joan followed his eyes。 Mrs。 Phillips had swallowed the smoke and was giggling and spluttering by turns。 The yellow ostrich feather had worked itself loose and was rocking to and fro as if in a fit of laughter of its own。
He pushed back his chair and rose。 〃Shall we join the others？〃 he said。
He moved so that he was between her and the other room； his back to the open doors。 〃You think I ought to？〃 he said。
〃Yes；〃 she answered firmly； as if she were giving a command。 But he read pity also in her eyes。
〃Well； have you two settled the affairs of the kingdom？ Is it all decided？〃 asked Airlie。
〃Yes；〃 he answered； laughing。 〃We are going to say to the people； 'Eat； drink and be wise。'〃
He rearranged his wife's feather and smoothed her tumbled hair。 She looked up at him and smiled。
Joan set herself to make McKean talk； and after a time succeeded。 They had a mutual friend； a raw…boned youth she had met at Cambridge。 He was engaged to McKean's sister。 His eyes lighted up when he spoke of his sister Jenny。 The Little Mother； he called her。
〃She's the most beautiful body in all the world；〃 he said。 〃Though merely seeing her you mightn't know it。〃
He saw her 〃home〃； and went on up the stairs to his own floor。
Joan stood for a while in front of the glass before undressing； but felt less satisfied with herself。 She replaced the star in its case； and took off the regal…looking dress with the golden girdle and laid it carelessly aside。 She seemed to be growing smaller。
In her white night dress； with her hair in two long plaits； she looked at herself once more。 She seemed to be no one of any importance at all： just a long little girl going to bed。 With no one to kiss her good night。
She blew out the candle and climbed into the big bed； feeling very lonesome as she used to when a child。 It had not troubled her until to…night。 Suddenly she sat up again。 She needn't be back in London before Tuesday evening； and to…day was only Friday。 She would run down home and burst in upon her father。 He would be so pleased to see her。
She would make him put his arms around her。
CHAPTER VIII
She reached home in the evening。 She thought to find her father in his study。 But they told her that； now； he usually sat alone in the great drawing…room。 She opened the door softly。 The room was dark save for a flicker of firelight； she could see nothing。 Nor was there any sound。
〃Dad；〃 she cried； 〃are you here？〃
He rose slowly from a high…backed chair beside the fire。
〃It is you；〃 he said。 He seemed a little dazed。
She ran to him and； seizing his listless arms； put them round her。
〃Give me a hug； Dad；〃 she commanded。 〃A real hug。〃
He held her to him for what seemed a long while。 There was strength in his arms； in spite of the bowed shoulders and white hair。
〃I was afraid you had forgotten how to do it；〃 she laughed； when at last he released her。 〃Do you know； you haven't hugged me； Dad； since I was five years old。 That's nineteen years ago。 You do love me； don't you？〃
〃Yes；〃 he answered。 〃I have always loved you。〃
She would not let him light the gas。 〃I have dinedin the train；〃 she explained。 〃Let us talk by the firelight。〃
She forced him gently back into his chair； and seated herself upon the floor between his kn