“So thinks ’Arry of the music-halls.”

“Well, we have heard before of an ass opening its mouth to prophesy.  I tell you what:  on my way here this afternoon I passed the office of some journal or other in the Strand, where they’re exhibiting a copy of their paper returned to them by a subscriber in Russia.  Two columns are completely obliterated with the censor’s lamp-black,—­ that’s how it reaches the subscriber’s hands.  As I stood looking at that, my blood rose to boiling-point!  I could have hurrah’d for war with Russia on that one account alone.  That contemptible idiot of a Czar, sitting there on his ant-hill throne, and bidding Time stand still!”

He laughed long and loud in scornful wrath.

“The Czar can’t help it,” remarked Glazzard, smiling calmly, “and perhaps knows nothing about it.  The man is a slave of slaves.”

“The more contemptible and criminal, then!” roared Denzil.  “If a man in his position can’t rule, he should be kicked out of the back-door of his palace.  I have no objection to an autocrat; I think most countries need one.  I should make a good autocrat myself—­a benevolent despot.”

“We live in stirring times,” said the other, with a fine curl of the lips.  “Who knows what destiny has in store for you?”

Quarrier burst into good-natured merriment, and thereupon made ready to set forth.

When they reached the house by Clapham Common, Denzil opened the door with his latch-key, talked loud whilst he was removing his overcoat, and then led the way into the sitting-room.  Lilian was there; she rose and laid down a book; her smile of welcome did not conceal the extreme nervousness from which she was suffering.  Quarrier’s genial contempt of ceremony, as he performed the introduction, allowed it to be seen that he too experienced some constraint.  But the guest bore himself with perfect grace and decorum.  Though not a fluent talker, he fell at once into a strain of agreeable chat on subjects which seemed likely to be of interest; his success was soon manifest in the change of Lilian’s countenance.  Denzil, attentive to both, grew more genuinely at ease.  When Lilian caught his eye, he smiled at her with warmth of approving kindness.  It must have been a fastidious man who felt dissatisfied with the way in which the young hostess discharged her duties; timidity led her into no gaucherie, but was rather an added charm among the many with which nature had endowed her.  Speech and manner, though they had nothing of the conventional adornment that is gathered in London drawing-rooms, were those of gentle breeding and bright intelligence; her education seemed better than is looked for among ladies in general.  Glazzard perceived that she had read diligently, and with scope beyond that of the circulating library; the book with which she had been engaged when they entered was a Danish novel.

“Do you also look for salvation to the Scandinavians?” he asked.