The Devil's Paw eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 248 pages of information about The Devil's Paw.

The Devil's Paw eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 248 pages of information about The Devil's Paw.

Furley glanced at Julian and smiled.

“I am not so sure about that, sir,” he said.  “Your host doesn’t approve of me very much.”

“Do political prejudices exist so far from their home?” Mr. Stenson asked.

“I am afraid my father is rather old-fashioned,” Julian confessed.

“You are all old-fashioned—­and stiff with prejudice,” Furley declared.  “Even Orden,” he went on, turning to Catherine, “only tolerates me because we ate dinners off the same board when we were both making up our minds to be Lord High Chancellor.”

“Our friend Furley,” Julian confided, as he leaned across the table and took a cigarette, “has no tact and many prejudices.  He does write such rubbish about the aristocracy.  I remember an article of his not very long ago, entitled `Out with our Peers!’ It’s all very well for a younger son like me to take it lying down, but you could scarcely expect my father to approve.  Besides, I believe the fellow’s a renegade.  I have an idea that he was born in the narrower circles himself.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, then,” Furley grunted with satisfaction.  “My father was a boot manufacturer in a country village of Leicestershire.  I went in for the Bar because he left me pots of money, most of which, by the bye, I seem to have dissipated.”

“Chiefly in Utopian schemes for the betterment of his betters,” Julian observed drily.

“I certainly had an idea,” Furley confessed, “of an asylum for incapable younger sons.”

“I call a truce,” Julian proposed.  “It isn’t polite to spar before Miss Abbeway.”

“To me,” Mr. Stenson declared, “this is a veritable temple of peace.  I arrived here literally on all fours.  Miss Abbeway has proved to me quite conclusively that as a democratic leader I have missed my vocation.”

She looked at him reproachfully.  Nevertheless, his words seemed to have brought back to her mind the thrill of their brief but stimulating conversation.  A flash of genuine earnestness transformed her face, just as a gleam of wintry sunshine, which had found its way in through the open window, seemed to discover threads of gold in her tightly braided and luxuriant brown hair.  Her eyes filled with an almost inspired light: 

“Mr. Stenson is scarcely fair to me,” she complained.  “I did not presume to criticise his statesmanship, only there are some things here which seem pitiful.  England should be the ideal democracy of the world.  Your laws admit of it, your Government admits of it.  Neither birth nor money are indispensable to success.  The way is open for the working man to pass even to the Cabinet.  And you are nothing of the sort.  The cause of the people is not in any country so shamefully and badly represented.  You have a bourgeoisie which maintains itself in almost feudal luxury by means of the labour which it employs, and that labour is content to squeak and open its mouth

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