And this, to my terror and alarm, Dan persisted in doing. Jarman entered
into the spirit of the joke with gusto. So far as he was concerned, our
guests, from the beginning to the end, were one and all, I am confident,
deceived. The more he swaggered, the more he boasted, the more he talked
about himself--and it was a failing he was prone to--the greater was
his success. At the persistent endeavours of Dan's journalistic
acquaintances to excite his cupidity by visions of new journals, to be
started with a mere couple of thousand pounds and by the inherent
merit of their ideas to command at once a circulation of hundreds of
thousands, I could afford to laugh. But watching the tremendous efforts
of my actress friends to fascinate him--luring him into corners, gazing
at him with languishing eyes, trotting out all their little tricks
for his exclusive benefit, quarrelling about him among themselves--my
conscience would prick me, lest our jest should end in a contretemps.
Fortunately, Jarman himself, was a gentleman of uncommon sense, or my
fears might have been realised. I should have been sorry myself to have
been asked to remain stone under the blandishments of girls young and
old, of women handsome and once, no doubt, good looking, showered upon
him during that winter. But Jarman, as I think I have explained, was no
slave to female charms. He enjoyed his good time while it lasted, and
eventually married the eldest daughter of a small blacking factory. She
was a plain girl, but pleasant, and later brought to Jarman possession
of the factory. When I meet him--he is now stout and rubicund--he gives
me the idea of a man who has attained to his ideals.
With Minikin we had more trouble. People turned up possessed of
scientific smattering. We had to explain that the Professor never talked
shop. Others were owners of unexpected knowledge of German, which they
insisted upon airing. We had to explain that the Herr Professor was
in London to learn English, and had taken a vow during his residence
neither to speak nor listen to his native tongue. It was remarked that
his acquaintance with colloquial English slang, for a foreigner, was
quite unusual. Occasionally he was too rude, even for a scientist,
informing ladies, clamouring to know how he liked English women, that he
didn't like them silly; telling one gentleman, a friend of Dan, a rather
important man who once asked him, referring to his yard of ribbon, what
he got it for, that he got it for fourpence. We had to explain him as
a gentleman who had been soured by a love disappointment. The ladies
forgave him; the gentlemen said it was a damned lucky thing for the
girl. Altogether, Minikin took a good deal of explaining.
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