“And I say,” cried Paul eagerly, pointing to his note, “if this clause becomes law, swine fever will rage through the land like a demoniacal possession.  The myriad pigs of Great Britain, possessed of the, devils of Socialism, will be turned into Gadarene swine hurtling down to destruction.  You can show how they hurtle, like this—­” He flickered his bands.  “Do try it.”

“H’m!” said Colonel Winwood.

Sorely against his will, he tried it.  To his astonishment it was a success.  The House of Commons, like Mr. Peter Magnus’s friend, is easily amused.  The exaggeration gave a cannon-ball’s weight to his sound argument.  The Government dropped the clause—­it was only a trivial part of a wide-reaching measure—­the President of the Board of Agriculture saying gracefully that in the miracle he hoped to bring about he had unfortunately forgotten the effect it might have on the pigs.  There was “renewed laughter,” but Colonel Winwood remained the hero of the half-hour and received the ecstatic congratulations of unhumorous friends.  He might have defeated the Government altogether.  In the daily round of political life nothing is so remarkable as the lack of sense of proportion.

“It was the Gadarene swine that did it,” they said.

“And that,” said Colonel Winwood honestly, “was my young devil of a secretary.”

Thenceforward the young wit and the fresh fancy of Paul played like a fountain over Colonel Winwood’s and speeches.

“Look here, young man,” said he one day, “I don’t like it.  Sometimes I take your confounded suggestions, because they happen to fit in; but I’m actually getting the reputation of a light political comedian, and it won’t do.”

Whereupon Paul, with his swift intuition, saw that in the case of a proud, earnest gentleman like Colonel Winwood the tempting emendations of typescript would not do.  In what Miss Winwood called his subtle Italian way, he induced his patron to discuss the speeches before the process of composition.  These discussions, involving the swift rapier play of intelligences, Colonel Winwood enjoyed.  They stimulated him magically.  He sat down and wrote his speeches, delightfully unconscious of what in them was Paul and what was himself; and when he delivered them he was proud of the impression he had made upon the House.

And so, as the years passed, Paul gained influence not only in the little circle of Drane’s Court and Portland Place, but also in the outer world.  He was a young man of some note.  His name appeared occasionally in the newspapers, both in connection with the Winwood charities and with the political machine of the Unionist party.  He was welcomed at London dinner tables and in country houses.  He was a young man who would go far.  For the rest, he had learned to ride and shoot, and not to make mistakes about the genealogical relationships of important families.  He had travelled about Europe, sometimes with the Winwoods, sometimes by himself.  He was a young man of cultivation and accomplishment.