then lady queenie paulle entered rather hurriedly, filling the room with a distinguished scent. all the men rose in haste, and there was a frightful scraping of chair-legs on the floor. lady queenie cheerfully apologised for being late, and, begging no one to disturb himself, took a modest place between the chairman and the secretary and a little behind them.

lady queenie obviously had what is called "race". the renown of her family went back far, far beyond its special victorian vogue, which had transformed an earldom into a marquisate and which, incidentally, was responsible for the new family christian name that queenie herself bore. she was young, tall, slim and pale, and dressed with the utmost smartness in black—her half-brother having gloriously lost his life in september. she nodded to the secretary, who blushed with pleasure, and she nodded to several members, including g.j. being accustomed to publicity and to seeing herself nearly every week in either the tatler or the sketch, she was perfectly at ease in the room, and the fact that nearly the whole company turned to her as plants to the sun did not in the least disturb her.

the attention which she received was her due, for she had few rivals as a war-worker. she was connected with the queen's work for women fund, queen mary's needlework guild, the three arts fund, the women's emergency corps, and many minor organisations. she had joined a women's suffrage society because such societies were being utilised by the government. she had had ten lessons in first aid in ten days, had donned the red cross, and gone to france with two motor-cars and a staff and a french maid in order to help in the great national work of nursing wounded heroes; and she might still have been in france had not an unsympathetic and audacious colonel of the r.a.m.c. insisted on her being shipped back to england. she had done practically everything that a patriotic girl could do for the war, except, perhaps, join a voluntary aid detachment and wash dishes and scrub floors for fifteen hours a day and thirteen and a half days a fortnight. it was from her mother that she had inherited the passion for public service. the marchioness of lechford had been the cause of more philanthropic work in others than any woman in the whole history of philanthropy. lady lechford had said, "let there be lechford hospitals in france," and lo! there were lechford hospitals in france. when troublesome complications arose lady lechford had, with true self-effacement, surrendered the establishments to a thoroughly competent committee, and while retaining a seat on the committee for herself and another for queenie, had curved tirelessly away to the inauguration of fresh and more exciting schemes.

"mamma was very sorry she couldn't come this afternoon," said lady queenie, addressing the chairman.

the formula of those with authority in deciding now became:

"i don't know exactly what lady lechford's view is, but i venture to think—"

then suddenly the demeanour of every member of the committee was quickened, everybody listened intently to everything that was said; a couple of members would speak together; pattern-designing and the manufacture of paper ships, chains, and flowers ceased; it was as though a tonic had been mysteriously administered to each individual in the enervating room. the cause of the change was a recommendation from the hospitals management sub-committee that it be an instruction to the new matron of the smaller hospital to forbid any nurse and any doctor to go out alone together in the evening. scandal was insinuated; nothing really wrong, but a bad impression produced upon the civilians of the tiny town, who could not be expected to understand the holy innocence which underlies the superficial license of anglo-saxon manners. the personal characters and strange idiosyncrasies of every doctor and every nurse were discussed; broad principles of conduct were enunciated, together with the advantages and disadvantages of those opposite poles, discipline and freedom. the argument continually expanded, branching forth like the timber of a great oak-tree from the trunk, and the minds of the committee ran about the tree like monkeys. the interest was endless. a [88] quiet delegate who had just returned from a visit to the tiny town completely blasted one part of the argument by asserting that the hospital bore a blameless reputation among the citizens; but new arguments were instantly constructed by the adherents of the idea of discipline. the committee had plainly split into two even parties. g.j. began to resent the harshness of the disciplinarians.

"i think we should remember," he said in his modest voice, "i think we should remember that we are dealing with adult men and women."

the libertarians at once took him for their own. the disciplinarians gave him to understand with their eyes that it might have been better if he, as a new member attending his first meeting, had kept silence. the discussion was inflamed. one or two people glanced surreptitiously at their watches. the hour had long passed six thirty. g.j. grew anxious about his rendezvous with christine. he had enjoined exactitude upon christine. but the main body of the excited and happy committee had no thought of the flight of time. the amusements of the tiny town came up for review. as a fact, there was only one amusement, the cinema. the whole town went to the cinema. cinemas were always darkened; human nature was human nature.... g.j. had an extraordinarily realistic vision of the hospital staff slaving through its long and heavy day and its everlasting week and preparing in sections to amuse itself on certain evenings, and thinking with pleasant anticipation of the ecstasies of the cinema, and pathetically unsuspicious that its fate was being decided by a council of omnipotent deities in the heaven of a london hotel.

"mamma has never mentioned the subject to me," said lady queenie in response to a question, looking at her rich muff.

"this is a question of principle," said somebody sharply, implying that at last individual consciences were involved and that the opinions of the marchioness of lechford had ceased to weigh.

"i'm afraid it's getting late," said the impassive chairman. "we must come to some decision."

in the voting lady queenie, after hesitation, raised her hand with the disciplinarians. by one vote the libertarians were defeated, and the dalliance of the hospital staff in leisure hours received a severe check.

"she would—of course!" breathed a sharp-nosed little woman in the chair next but one to g.j., gazing inimically at the lax mouth and cynical eyes of lady queenie, who for four years had been the subject of universal whispering, and some shouting, and one or two ferocious battles in london.

chair-legs scraped. people rose here and there to go as they rise in a music hall after the scottish comedian has retired, bowing, from his final encore. they protested urgent appointments elsewhere. the chairman remarked that other important decisions yet remained to be taken; but his voice had no insistence because he had already settled the decisions in his own mind. g.j. seized the occasion to depart.

"mr. hoape," the chairman detained him a moment. "the committee hope you will allow yourself to be nominated to the accounts sub-committee. we understand that you are by way of being an expert. the sub-committee meets on wednesday mornings at eleven—doesn't it, sir charles?"

"half-past," said sir charles.

"oh! half-past."

g.j., somewhat surprised to learn of his expertise in accountancy, consented to the suggestion, which renewed his resolution, impaired somewhat by the experience of the meeting, to be of service in the world.

"you will receive the notice, of course," said the chairman.

down below, just as g.j. was getting away with christine's chrysanthemums in their tissue paper, lady queenie darted out of the lift opposite. it was she who, at concepcion's instigation, had had him put in the committee.

"i say, queen," he said with a casual air—on account of the flowers, "who's been telling 'em i know about accounts?"

"i did."

"why?"

"why?" she said maliciously. "don't you keep an account of every penny you spend?" (it was true.)

here was a fair example of her sardonic and unscrupulous humour—a humour not of words but of acts. g.j. simply tossed his head, aware of the futility of expostulation.

she went on in a different tone:

"you were the first to see connie?"

"yes," he said sadly.

"she has lain in my arms all afternoon," lady [91] queenie burst out, her voice liquid. "and now i'm going straight back to her." she looked at him with the strangest triumphant expression. then her large, equivocal blue eyes fell from his face to the flowers, and their expression simultaneously altered to disdainful amusement full of mischievous implications. she ran off without another word. the glazed entrance doors revolved, and he saw her nip into an electric brougham, which, before he had time to button his overcoat, vanished like an apparition in the rainy mist.