He drew out a great thick clump of galley-proofs 186

“Go!  You’re nothing but a brute” 228

Before I realized the danger . . .  I was flung aside 300

And there, in a wilderness of ransacked drawers and strewn papers, . . . lay a tiny, black, moaning heap of a woman 316

There is war going on in the Balkans.  Jaffery is there as war correspondent.  Liosha is there, too 350

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CHAPTER I

I received a letter the day before yesterday from my old friend, Jaffery Chayne, which has inspired me to write the following account of that dear, bull-headed, Pantagruelian being.  I must say that I have been egged on to do so by my wife, of whom hereafter.  A man of my somewhat urbane and dilettante temperament does not do these things without being worried into them.  I had the inspiration, however.  I told Barbara (my wife), and she agreed, at the time, dutifully, that I ought to record our friend Jaffery’s doings.  But now, womanlike, she declares that the first suggestion, the root germ of the idea, came from her; that the “egging on” is merely the vain man’s way of misdefining a woman’s serene insistence; that she has given me, out of her intimate knowledge, all the facts of the story—­although Jaffery Chayne and Adrian Boldero and poor Tom Castleton, and others involved in the imbroglio, counted themselves as my bosom cronies, while she, poor wretch (a man must get home somewhere), was in the nursery; and that, finally, if she had been taught English grammar and spelling at school, she would have dispensed entirely with my pedantic assistance and written the story herself.  Anyhow, man-like, I am broad minded enough to proclaim that it doesn’t very much matter.  Man and wife are one.  She thinks they are one wife.  I know they are one husband.  Between speculation and knowledge why so futile a thing as a quarrel?  I proceed therefore to my originally self-appointed and fantastic task.

But on reflection, before beginning, I must honestly admit that if it had not been for Barbara I should write of these things with half-knowledge.  Sex is a queer and incalculable solvent of human confidence.  There are certain revelations that men will make only to a man, certain revelations likewise that women will make only to a man.  On the other hand, a woman is told things by her sister women and her brother men which, but for her, would never reach a man’s ears.  So by combining the information obtained from our family encyclopaedia under the feminine heading of China with that obtained under the masculine heading of Philosophy, I can, figuratively speaking, like the famous student, issue my treatise on Chinese Philosophy.