Americans -- England -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- England -- Fiction
'You haven't changed,' said Van Derwater, an inscrutable smile playing
about his mouth. 'You always had a habit of piercing people's moods,
no matter what defence they put up. But if you want candour, I'll tell
you frankly I am sorry you came here this evening. I knew that it
would be difficult to keep from hurting you, and for old-times' sake I
didn't want to do that. As you know, I have never made friends. You
and Forbes were the nearest thing to it, and I suppose you two meant
more than I would ever care to admit. You might ring the bell over
your head. The fire needs more coal.'
As the negro obeyed his master's instructions and stoked the fire into
vigour, the two friends sat without speaking. Selwyn was mute with
apprehension of what he was to hear; the older man was dreading the
words he had to utter. To certain strong natures it is more painful to
inflict than to receive a wound.
'If you want my story,' resumed the host, after the servant had left
the room, 'and as you are concerned you have a right to hear it, this
is how it goes. I went into the diplomatic service. Then I met
Marjory. I needn't say what that meant to me. For the first time, I
think, I knew what living was. Shortly after came the war. At first I
thought that if America remained neutral as a country, it was not up to
individuals to quarrel with that attitude. Then came the _Lusitania_.
I wanted to go over at once, but hated to suggest it to Marjory. One
night, though, to my delight, the plucky little girl mentioned it
herself. I hurried back to Washington and offered my resignation, but
the chief urged me to remain three months longer, saying that I was
absolutely necessary in the reorganisation of a certain branch of the
Intelligence Division in New York. To cut the story short, months and
months went on, and they refused to release me. As a matter of fact I
was directing an investigation into German foreign diplomacy that was
of so delicate a nature I dared not mention it to Marjory. At its
conclusion I went to Washington and demanded that they let me go--I
gave my exact reason. The chief said he would give me a reply in a
week; but I told him that, no matter what he wrote, I would go at the
expiration of that time. It was while I was waiting for the answer
that Marjory said it rested with me whether or not the engagement was
to be broken. I told her that I should be able to state my position in
a couple of days. Well, the letter came. Perhaps you had better see
it. You can read it to yourself.'
He went to his desk, and searching among the papers, produced a
correspondence-form bearing an official stamp. He handed it to Selwyn.
'WASHINGTON, November 2, 1916.
'_Personal and Confidential_.
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