to the Home Office.  Although I was a useful man hitherto I had always been refused any sort of office, because of the extreme views which I professed—­on platforms in the constituencies—­or so those in authority alleged.  Now, however, these views were put down to amiable eccentricity; moreover, I was careful not to obtrude them.  Responsibility sobers, and as we age and succeed we become more moderate, for most of us have a method in our madness.

In brief, I determined to give up political knight-errantry and to stick to sober business.  Very carefully and in the most conservative spirit I took stock of the situation.  I was still a couple of years on the right side of fifty, young looking for my age (an advantage), a desirable parti (a great advantage, although I had no intention of re-marrying), and in full health and vigour.  Further, I possessed a large fortune all in cash or in liquid assets, and I resolved that it should not diminish.  I had experienced enough of ups and downs; I was sick of vicissitudes, of fears and uncertainties for the future.  I said to my soul:  “Thou hast enough laid up for many days; eat, drink and be merry,” and I proceeded to invest my modest competence in such a fashion that it brought in a steady four per cent.  No South African mines or other soul-agonising speculations for me; sweet security was what I craved, and I got it.  I could live with great comfort, even with modest splendour, upon about half my income, and the rest of it I purposed to lay out for my future benefit.  I had observed that brewers, merchants and other magnates with cash to spare are in due course elevated to the peerage.  Now I wished to be elevated to the peerage, and to spend an honoured and honourable old age as Lord Dunchester.  So when there was any shortage of the party funds, and such a shortage soon occurred on the occasion of an election, I posed as the friend round the corner.

Moreover, I had another aim.  My daughter Jane had now grown into a lovely, captivating and high-spirited young woman.  To my fancy, indeed, I never saw her equal in appearance, for the large dark eyes shining in a fair and spirituelle face, encircled by masses of rippling chestnut hair, gave a bizarre and unusual distinction to her beauty, which was enhanced by a tall and graceful figure.  She was witty also and self-willed, qualities which she inherited from her American mother, moreover she adored me and believed in me.  I, who since my wife’s death had loved nothing else, loved this pure and noble-minded girl as only a father can love, for my adoration had nothing selfish in it, whereas that of the truest lover, although he may not know it, is in its beginnings always selfish.  He has something to gain, he seeks his own happiness, the father seeks only the happiness of his child.