Produced by Stacy Brown Thellend, Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: "It all looked very intimate and lover-like" [Page 149]] THE MAN AND THE MOMENT BY ELINOR GLYN 1914 AUTHOR OF "GUINEVERE'S LOVER," "HALCYONE," "THE REASON WHY," ETC. [Illustration] Illustrated by R.F. James NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1914 Copyright, 1914, by D. APPLETON AND COMPANY * * * * * Copyright, 1914, by The Red Book Corporation LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE "It all looked very intimate and lover-like" _Frontispiece_ "He bounded forward to meet her" 48 "His solitary table was near theirs in the restaurant" 64 "'He is often in some scrape--something must have culminated to-night'" 224 THE MAN AND THE MOMENT CHAPTER I Michael Arranstoun folded a letter which he had been reading for the seventh time, with a vicious intentness, and then jumping up from the big leather chair in which he had been buried, he said aloud, "Damn!" When a young, rich and good-looking man says that particular word aloud with a fearful grind of the teeth, one may know that he is in the very devil of a temper! Michael Arranstoun was! And, to be sure, he had ample reason, as you, my friend, who may happen to have begun this tale, will presently see. It is really most irritating to be suddenly confronted with the consequences of one's follies at any age, but at twenty-four, when otherwise the whole life is smiling for one, it seems quite too hard. The frightful language this well-endowed young gentleman now indulged in, half aloud and half in thought, would be quite impossible to put on paper! It contained what almost amounted to curses for a certain lady whose appearance, could she have been seen at this moment, suggested that of a pious little saint. "How the h---- can I keep from marrying her!" Mr. Arranstoun said more than aloud this time, and then kicking an innocent footstool across the room, he called his bulldog, put on his cap and stamped out on to the old stone balcony which opened from this apartment, and was soon stalking down the staircase and across the lawn to a little door in the great fortified wall, which led into the park. He had hardly left the room when, from the wide arched doorway of his bed-chamber beyond, there entered Mr. Johnson, his superior valet, carrying some riding-boots and a silk shirt over his arm. You could see through the open door that it was a very big and comfortable bedroom, which had evidently been adapted to its present use from some much more stately beginning. A large, vaulted chamber it was, with three narrow windows looking on to the grim courtyard beneath.