There was to be an important tea-meeting at the Munster Park Chapel on
the next Saturday afternoon but one, and tea was to be on the tables at
six o'clock. The gathering had some connection with an attempt on the
part of the Wesleyan Connexion to destroy the vogue of Confucius in
China. Mrs. Knight and Aunt Annie had charge of the department of
sandwiches, and they asked Henry whether he should be present at the
entertainment. They were not surprised, however, when he answered that
the exigencies of literary composition would make his attendance
impossible. They lauded his self-denial, for Henry's literary work was
quite naturally now the most important and the most exacting work in the
world, the crusade against Confucius not excepted. Henry wrote to
Geraldine and invited her to dine with him at the Louvre Restaurant on
that Saturday night, and Geraldine replied that she should be charmed.
Then Henry changed his tailor, and could not help blushing when he gave
his order to the new man, who had a place in Conduit Street and a way of
looking at the clothes Henry wore that reduced those neat garments to
shapeless and shameful rags.
The first fatal steps in a double life having been irrevocably taken,
Henry drew a long breath, and once more seriously addressed himself to
book number two. But ideas obstinately refused to show themselves above
the horizon. And yet nothing had been left undone which ought to have
been done in order to persuade ideas to arrive. The whole domestic
existence of the house in Dawes Road revolved on Henry's precious brain
as on a pivot. The drawing-room had not only been transformed into a
study; it had been rechristened 'the study.' And in speaking of the
apartment to each other or to Sarah, Mrs. Knight and Aunt Annie employed
a vocal inflection of peculiar impressiveness. Sarah entered the study
with awe, the ladies with pride. Henry sat in it nearly every night and
laboured hard, with no result whatever. If the ladies ventured to
question him about his progress, he replied with false gaiety that they
must ask him again in a month or so; and they smiled in sure
anticipation of the beautiful thing that was in store for them and the
public.
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