Battle, Superintendent (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Police -- England -- Fiction
"Perhaps, Caterham, you begin to have some inkling of my purpose
in visiting you this morning. I am not a man to undertake fresh
responsibilities lightly. I have a proper sense, I hope, of what is due
to the position I hold. I have given this matter my deep and earnest
consideration. Marriage, especially at my age, is not to be undertaken
without full--er--consideration. Equality of birth, similarity of
tastes, general suitability, and the same religious creed--all these
things are necessary and the pros and cons have to be weighed and
considered. I can, I think, offer my wife a position in society that
is not to be despised. Eileen will grace that position admirably. By
birth and breeding she is fitted for it, and her brains and her acute
political sense cannot but further my career to our mutual advantage.
I am aware, Caterham, that there is--er--some disparity in years. But
I can assure you that I feel full of vigour--in my prime. The balance
of years should be on the husband's side. And Eileen has serious
tastes--an older man will suit her better than some young jackanapes
without either experience or _savoir-faire_. I can assure you, my dear
Caterham, that I will cherish her--er--exquisite youth; I will cherish
it--er--it will be appreciated. To watch the exquisite flower of her
mind unfolding--what a privilege! And to think that I never realized--"
He shook his head deprecatingly and Lord Caterham, finding his voice
with difficulty, said blankly:
"Do I understand you to mean--ah, my dear fellow, you can't want to
marry Bundle?"
"You are surprised. I suppose to you it seems sudden. I have your
permission, then, to speak to her?"
"Oh, yes," said Lord Caterham. "If it's permission you want--of course
you can. But you know, Lomax, I really shouldn't if I were you. Just go
home and think it over like a good fellow. Count twenty. All that sort
of thing. Always a pity to propose and make a fool of yourself."
"I daresay you mean your advice kindly, Caterham, though I must confess
that you put it somewhat strangely. But I have made up my mind to put
my fortune to the test. I may see Eileen?"
"Oh, it's nothing to do with me," said Lord Caterham hastily; "Eileen
settles her own affairs. If she came to me to-morrow and said she was
going to marry the chauffeur, I shouldn't make any objections. It's the
only way nowadays. Your children can make life damned unpleasant if you
don't give in to them in every way. I say to Bundle, 'Do as you like,
but don't worry me,' and really, on the whole, she is amazingly good
about it."
George stood up, intent upon his purpose.
"Where shall I find her?"
"Well, really, I don't know," said Lord Caterham vaguely. "She might be
anywhere. As I told you just now, she's never in the same place for two
minutes together. No repose."
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