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〃But what the deuce is it？〃 cried Drummond and I in a breath of blasphemy。
〃It is；〃 said Grant calmly； 〃the great new trade of the Organizer of Repartee。 This fat old gentleman lying on the ground strikes you； as I have no doubt； as very stupid and very rich。 Let me clear his character。 He is； like ourselves； very clever and very poor。 He is also not really at all fat； all that is stuffing。 He is not particularly old； and his name is not Cholmondeliegh。 He is a swindler； and a swindler of a perfectly delightful and novel kind。 He hires himself out at dinner…parties to lead up to other people's repartees。 According to a preconcerted scheme （which you may find on that piece of paper）； he says the stupid things he has arranged for himself； and his client says the clever things arranged for him。 In short； he allows himself to be scored off for a guinea a night。〃
〃And this fellow Wimpole〃 began Drummond with indignation。
〃This fellow Wimpole；〃 said Basil Grant； smiling； 〃will not be an intellectual rival in the future。 He had some fine things； elegance and silvered hair； and so on。 But the intellect is with our friend on the floor。〃
〃That fellow；〃 cried Drummond furiously； 〃that fellow ought to be in gaol。〃
〃Not at all；〃 said Basil indulgently； 〃he ought to be in the Club of Queer Trades。〃
Chapter 3
The Awful Reason of the Vicar's Visit
The revolt of Matter against Man （which I believe to exist） has now been reduced to a singular condition。 It is the small things rather than the large things which make war against us and； I may add； beat us。 The bones of the last mammoth have long ago decayed； a mighty wreck； the tempests no longer devour our navies； nor the mountains with hearts of fire heap hell over our cities。 But we are engaged in a bitter and eternal war with small things； chiefly with microbes and with collar studs。 The stud with which I was engaged （on fierce and equal terms） as I made the above reflections； was one which I was trying to introduce into my shirt collar when a loud knock came at the door。
My first thought was as to whether Basil Grant had called to fetch me。 He and I were to turn up at the same dinner…party （for which I was in the act of dressing）； and it might be that he had taken it into his head to come my way； though we had arranged to go separately。 It was a small and confidential affair at the table of a good but unconventional political lady； an old friend of his。 She had asked us both to meet a third guest； a Captain Fraser； who had made something of a name and was an authority on chimpanzees。 As Basil was an old friend of the hostess and I had never seen her； I felt that it was quite possible that he （with his usual social sagacity） might have decided to take me along in order to break the ice。 The theory； like all my theories； was complete； but as a fact it was not Basil。
I was handed a visiting card inscribed： 〃Rev。 Ellis Shorter〃； and underneath was written in pencil； but in a hand in which even hurry could not conceal a depressing and gentlemanly excellence； 〃Asking the favour of a few moments' conversation on a most urgent matter。〃！
I had already subdued the stud； thereby proclaiming that the image of God has supremacy over all matters （a valuable truth）； and throwing on my dress…coat and waistcoat； hurried into the drawing…room。 He rose at my entrance； flapping like a seal； I can use no other description。 He flapped a plaid shawl over his right arm； he flapped a pair of pathetic black gloves； he flapped his clothes； I may say； without exaggeration； that he flapped his eyelids； as he rose。 He was a bald…browed； white…haired； white…whiskered old clergyman； of a flappy and floppy type。 He said：
〃I am so sorry。 I am so very sorry。 I am so extremely sorry。 I come I can only sayI can only say in my defence； that I comeupon an important matter。 Pray forgive me。〃
I told him I forgave perfectly and waited。
〃What I have to say；〃 he said brokenly； 〃is so dreadfulit is so dreadfulI have lived a quiet life。〃
I was burning to get away； for it was already doubtful if I should be in time for dinner。 But there was something about the old man's honest air of bitterness that seemed to open to me the possibilities of life larger and more tragic than my own。
I said gently： 〃Pray go on。〃
Nevertheless the old gentleman； being a gentleman as well as old； noticed my secret impatience and seemed still more unmanned。
〃I'm so sorry；〃 he said meekly； 〃I wouldn't have comebut for your friend Major Brown recommended me to come here。〃
〃Major Brown！〃 I said； with some interest。
〃Yes；〃 said the Reverend Mr Shorter； feverishly flapping his plaid shawl about。 〃He told me you helped him in a great difficultyand my difficulty！ Oh； my dear sir； it's a matter of life and death。〃
I rose abruptly； in an acute perplexity。 〃Will it take long； Mr Shorter？〃 I asked。 〃I have to go out to dinner almost at once。〃
He rose also； trembling from head to foot； and yet somehow； with all his moral palsy； he rose to the dignity of his age and his office。
〃I have no right； Mr SwinburneI have no right at all；〃 he said。 〃If you have to go out to dinner； you have of coursea perfect rightof course a perfect right。 But when you come backa man will be dead。〃
And he sat down； quaking like a jelly。
The triviality of the dinner had been in those two minutes dwarfed and drowned in my mind。 I did not want to go and see a political widow； and a captain who collected apes； I wanted to hear what had brought this dear； doddering old vicar into relation with immediate perils。
〃Will you have a cigar？〃 I said。
〃No； thank you；〃 he said； with indescribable embarrassment； as if not smoking cigars was a social disgrace。
〃A glass of wine？〃 I said。
〃No； thank you； no； thank you； not just now；〃 he repeated with that hysterical eagerness with which people who do not drink at all often try to convey that on any other night of the week they would sit up all night drinking rum…punch。 〃Not just now； thank you。〃
〃Nothing else I can get for you？〃 I said； feeling genuinely sorry for the well…mannered old donkey。 〃A cup of tea？〃
I saw a struggle in his eye and I conquered。 When the cup of tea came he drank it like a dipsomaniac gulping brandy。 Then he fell back and said：
〃I have had such a time； Mr Swinburne。 I am not used to these excitements。 As Vicar of Chuntsey； in Essex'he threw this in with an indescribable airiness of vanity'I have never known such things happen。〃
〃What things happen？〃 I asked。
He straightened himself with sudden dignity。
〃As Vicar of Chuntsey； in Essex；〃 he said； 〃I have never been forcibly dressed up as an old woman and made to take part in a crime in the character of an old woman。 Never once。 My experience may be small。 It may be insufficient。 But it has never occurred to me before。〃
〃I have never heard of it；〃 I said； 〃as among the duties of a clergyman。 But I am not well up in church matters。 Excuse me if perhaps I failed to follow you correctly。 Dressed upas what？〃
〃As an old woman；〃 said the vicar solemnly； 〃as an old woman。〃
I thought in my heart that it required no great transformation to make an old woman of him； but the thing was eviden