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a half…measure。 The public missed in him that touch of blatancy
which it looks for in its rising public men； the decorative
smoothness of his chestnut…golden hair； and the lively sparkle of
his epigrams were counted to him for good； but the restrained
sumptuousness of his waistcoats and cravats were as wasted efforts。
If he had habitually smoked cigarettes in a pink coral mouthpiece；
or worn spats of Mackenzie tartan； the great heart of the voting…
man； and the gush of the paragraph…makers might have been
unreservedly his。 The art of public life consists to a great
extent of knowing exactly where to stop and going a bit further。
It was not Youghal's lack of political sagacity that had brought
the momentary look of disapproval into Francesca's face。 The fact
was that Comus； who had left off being a schoolboy and was now a
social problem； had lately enrolled himself among the young
politician's associates and admirers； and as the boy knew and cared
nothing about politics； and merely copied Youghal's waistcoats；
and； less successfully； his conversation； Francesca felt herself
justified in deploring the intimacy。 To a woman who dressed well
on comparatively nothing a year it was an anxious experience to
have a son who dressed sumptuously on absolutely nothing。
The cloud that had passed over her face when she caught sight of
the offending Youghal was presently succeeded by a smile of
gratified achievement； as she encountered a bow of recognition and
welcome from a portly middle…aged gentleman； who seemed genuinely
anxious to include her in the rather meagre group that he had
gathered about him。
〃We were just talking about my new charge；〃 he observed genially；
including in the 〃we〃 his somewhat depressed…looking listeners； who
in all human probability had done none of the talking。 〃I was just
telling them； and you may be interested to hear this … 〃
Francesca； with Spartan stoicism； continued to wear an ingratiating
smile； though the character of the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear
and will not hearken； seemed to her at that moment a beautiful one。
Sir Julian Jull had been a member of a House of Commons
distinguished for its high standard of well…informed mediocrity；
and had harmonised so thoroughly with his surroundings that the
most attentive observer of Parliamentary proceedings could scarcely
have told even on which side of the House he sat。 A baronetcy
bestowed on him by the Party in power had at least removed that
doubt； some weeks later he had been made Governor of some West
Indian dependency； whether as a reward for having accepted the
baronetcy； or as an application of a theory that West Indian
islands get the Governors they deserve； it would have been hard to
say。 To Sir Julian the appointment was； doubtless； one of some
importance； during the span of his Governorship the island might
possibly be visited by a member of the Royal Family； or at the
least by an earthquake； and in either case his name would get into
the papers。 To the public the matter was one of absolute
indifference； 〃who is he and where is it？〃 would have correctly
epitomised the sum total of general information on the personal and
geographical aspects of the case。
Francesca； however； from the moment she had heard of the likelihood
of the appointment； had taken a deep and lively interest in Sir
Julian。 As a Member of Parliament he had not filled any very
pressing social want in her life； and on the rare occasions when
she took tea on the Terrace of the House she was wont to lapse into
rapt contemplation of St。 Thomas's Hospital whenever she saw him
within bowing distance。 But as Governor of an island he would； of
course； want a private secretary； and as a friend and colleague of
Henry Greech； to whom he was indebted for many little acts of
political support （they had once jointly drafted an amendment which
had been ruled out of order）； what was more natural and proper than
that he should let his choice fall on Henry's nephew Comus？ While
privately doubting whether the boy would make the sort of secretary
that any public man would esteem as a treasure； Henry was
thoroughly in agreement with Francesca as to the excellence and
desirability of an arrangement which would transplant that
troublesome' young animal from the too restricted and conspicuous
area that centres in the parish of St。 James's to some misty corner
of the British dominion overseas。 Brother and sister had conspired
to give an elaborate and at the same time cosy little luncheon to
Sir Julian on the very day that his appointment was officially
announced； and the question of the secretaryship had been mooted
and sedulously fostered as occasion permitted； until all that was
now needed to clinch the matter was a formal interview between His
Excellency and Comus。 The boy had from the first shewn very little
gratification at the prospect of his deportation。 To live on a
remote shark…girt island； as he expressed it； with the Jull family
as his chief social mainstay； and Sir Julian's conversation as a
daily item of his existence； did not inspire him with the same
degree of enthusiasm as was displayed by his mother and uncle； who；
after all； were not making the experiment。 Even the necessity for
an entirely new outfit did not appeal to his imagination with the
force that might have been expected。 But； however lukewarm his
adhesion to the project might be； Francesca and her brother were
clearly determined that no lack of deft persistence on their part
should endanger its success。 It was for the purpose of reminding
Sir Julian of his promise to meet Comus at lunch on the following
day； and definitely settle the matter of the secretaryship that
Francesca was now enduring the ordeal of a long harangue on the
value of the West Indian group as an Imperial asset。 Other
listeners dexterously detached themselves one by one； but
Francesca's patience outlasted even Sir Julian's flow of
commonplaces； and her devotion was duly rewarded by a renewed
acknowledgment of the lunch engagement and its purpose。 She pushed
her way back through the throng of starling…voiced chatterers
fortified by a sense of well…earned victory。 Dear Serena's absurd
SALONS served some good purpose after all。
Francesca was not an early riser and her breakfast was only just
beginning to mobilise on the breakfast…table next morning when a
copy of THE TIMES； sent by special messenger from her brother's
house； was brought up to her room。 A heavy margin of blue
pencilling drew her attention to a prominently…printed letter which
bore the ironical heading： 〃Julian Jull； Proconsul。〃 The matter of
the letter was a cruel dis…interment of some fatuous and forgotten
speeches made by Sir Julian to his constituents not many years ago；
in which the value of some of our Colonial possessions；
particu