When I remembered how I had seen him that same morning, a nerveless, terror-stricken wretch, grovelling, like some craven cur, upon the floor, frightened, to the verge of imbecility, by a shadow, and less than a shadow, I was confronted by two hypotheses.  Either I had exaggerated his condition then, or I exaggerated his condition now.  So far as appearance went, it was incredible that this man could be that one.

I confess that my feeling rapidly became one of admiration.  I love the fighter.  I quickly recognised that here we had him in perfection.  There was no seeming about him then,—­the man was to the manner born.  To his finger-tips a fighting man.  I had never realised it so clearly before.  He was coolness itself.  He had all his faculties under complete command.  While never, for a moment, really exposing himself, he would be swift in perceiving the slightest weakness in his opponents’ defence, and, so soon as he saw it, like lightning, he would slip in a telling blow.  Though defeated, he would hardly be disgraced; and one might easily believe that their very victories would be so expensive to his assailants, that, in the end, they would actually conduce to his own triumph.

‘Hang me!’ I told myself, ’if, after all, I am surprised if Marjorie does see something in him.’  For I perceived how a clever and imaginative young woman, seeing him at his best, holding his own, like a gallant knight, against overwhelming odds, in the lists in which he was so much at home, might come to think of him as if he were always and only there, ignoring altogether the kind of man he was when the joust was finished.

It did me good to hear him, I do know that,—­and I could easily imagine the effect he had on one particular auditor who was in the Ladies’ Cage.  It was very far from being an ‘oration’ in the American sense; it had little or nothing of the fire and fury of the French Tribune; it was marked neither by the ponderosity nor the sentiment of the eloquent German; yet it was as satisfying as are the efforts of either of the three, producing, without doubt, precisely the effect which the speaker intended.  His voice was clear and calm, not exactly musical, yet distinctly pleasant, and it was so managed that each word he uttered was as audible to every person present as if it had been addressed particularly to him.  His sentences were short and crisp; the words which he used were not big ones, but they came from him with an agreeable ease; and he spoke just fast enough to keep one’s interest alert without invoking a strain on the attention.

He commenced by making, in the quietest and most courteous manner, sarcastic comments on the speeches and methods of Trumperton and his friends which tickled the House amazingly.  But he did not make the mistake of pushing his personalities too far.  To a speaker of a certain sort nothing is easier than to sting to madness.  If he likes, his every word is barbed.  Wounds so given fester; they are not easily forgiven;—­it