pgw.uneasymoney-第3章
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popular man like you； and Mr Breitstein asked you personally to use your influenceyou told me so。'
'But； my dear girlI mean my darlingBreitstein！ He's the limit！ He's the worst bounder in London。'
'He's also one of the richest men in London。 He would have done anything for you。 And you let him go！ You insulted him！'
'Insulted him？'
'Didn't you send him an admission ticket to the Zoo？'
'Oh； well； yes； I did do that。 He thanked me and went the following Sunday。 Amazing how these rich Johnnies love getting something for nothing。 There was that old American I met down at Marvis Bay last year'
'You threw away a wonderful chance of making all sorts of money。 Why； a single tip from Mr Breitstein would have made your fortune。'
'But； Claire； you know； there are some thingswhat I mean is； if they like me at Brown's； it's awfully decent of them and all that； but I couldn't take advantage of it to plant a fellow like Breitstein on them。 It wouldn't be playing the game。'
'Oh； nonsense！'
Lord Dawlish looked unhappy； but said nothing。 This matter of Mr Breitstein had been touched upon by Claire in previous conversations； and it was a subject for which he had little liking。 Experience had taught him that none of the arguments which seemed so conclusive to himto wit； that the financier had on two occasions only just escaped imprisonment for fraud； and； what was worse； made a noise when he drank soup； like water running out of a bathtubhad the least effect upon her。 The only thing to do when Mr Breitstein came up in the course of chitchat over the festive board was to stay quiet until he blew over。
'That old American you met at Marvis Bay；' said Claire； her memory flitting back to the remark which she had interrupted； 'well； there's another case。 You could easily have got him to do something for you。'
'Claire； really！' said his goaded lordship； protestingly。 'How on earth？ I only met the man on the links。'
'But you were very nice to him。 You told me yourself that you spent hours helping him to get rid of his slice； whatever that is。'
'We happened to be the only two down there at the time； so I was as civil as I could manage。 If you're marooned at a Cornish seaside resort out of the season with a man； you can't spend your time dodging him。 And this man had a slice that fascinated me。 I felt at the time that it was my mission in life to cure him； so I had a dash at it。 But I don't see how on the strength of that I could expert the old boy to adopt me。 He probably forgot my existence after I had left。'
'You said you met him in London a month or two afterwards； and he hadn't forgotten you。'
'Well； yes； that's true。 He was walking up the Haymarket and I was walking down。 I caught his eye； and he nodded and passed on。 I don't see how I could construe that into an invitation to go and sit on his lap and help myself out of his pockets。'
'You couldn't expect him to go out of his way to help you； but probably if you had gone to him he would have done something。'
'You haven't the pleasure of Mr Ira Nutbe's acquaintance； Claire； or you wouldn't talk like that。 He wasn't the sort of man you could get things out of。 He didn't even tip the caddie。 Besides； can't you see what I mean？ I couldn't trade on a chance acquaintance of the golf links to'
'That is just what I plain of in you。 You're too diffident。'
'It isn't diffidence exactly。 Talking of old Nutbe； I was speaking to Gates again the other night。 He was telling me about America。 There's a lot of money to be made over there； you know； and the mittee owes me a holiday。 They would give me a few weeks off any time I liked。
'What do you say？ Shall I pop over and have a look round？ I might happen to drop into something。 Gates was telling me about fellows he knew who had dropped into things in New York。'
'What's the good of putting yourself to all the trouble and expense of going to America？ You can easily make all you want in London if you will only try。 It isn't as if you had no chances。 You have more chances than almost any man in town。 With your title you could get all the directorships in the City that you wanted。'
'Well； the fact is； this business of taking directorships has never quite appealed to me。 I don't know anything about the game； and I should probably run up against some wildcat pany。 I can't say I like the directorship wheeze much。 It's the idea of knowing that one's name would be being used as a bait。 Every time I saw it on a prospectus I should feel like a trout fly。'
Claire bit her lip。
'It's so exasperating！' she broke out。 'When I first told my friends that I was engaged to Lord Dawlish they were tremendously impressed。 They took it for granted that you must have lots of money。 Now I have to keep explaining to them that the reason we don't get married is that we can't afford to。 I'm almost as badly off as poor Polly Davis who was in the Heavenly Waltz pany with me when she married that man； Lord Wetherby。 A man with a title has no right not to have money。 It makes the whole thing farcical。
'If I were in your place I should have tried a hundred things by now； but you always have some silly objection。 Why couldn't you； for instance； have taken on the agency of that what…d'you…call…it car？'
'What I called it would have been nothing to what the poor devils who bought it would have called it。'
'You could have sold hundreds of them； and the pany would have given you any mission you asked。 You know just the sort of people they wanted to get in touch with。'
'But； darling； how could I？ Planting Breitstein on the club would have been nothing pared with sowing these horrors about London。 I couldn't go about the place sticking my pals with a car which； I give you my honest word； was stuck together with chewing…gum and tied up with string。'
'Why not？ It would be their fault if they bought a car that wasn't any good。 Why should you have to worry once you had it sold？'
It was not Lord Dawlish's lucky afternoon。 All through lunch he had been saying the wrong thing； and now he put the coping…stone on his misdeeds。 Of all the ways in which he could have answered Claire's question he chose the worst。
'Erwell；' he said； '_noblesse oblige_； don't you know； what？'
For a moment Claire did not speak。 Then she looked at her watch and got up。
'I must be going；' she said； coldly。
'But you haven't had your coffee yet。'
'I don't want any coffee。'
'What's the matter； dear？'
'Nothing is the matter。 I have to go home and pack。 I'm going to Southampton this afternoon。'
She began to move towards the door。 Lord Dawlish； anxious to follow； was detained by the fact that he had not yet paid the bill。 The production and settling of this took time； and when finally he turned in search of Claire she was nowhere visible。
Bounding upstairs on the swift feet of love； he reached the street。 She had gone。
2
A grey sadness surged over Bill Dawlish。 The sun hid itself behind a cloud； the sky took on a leaden hue； and a chill wind blew through the world。 He scanned Shaftesbury Avenue with a jaundiced eye； and thought that he had never seen a beastlier thoroughfare。 Piccadilly； however； into which he shortly dragged himself； was even worse。 It was full of men and women and other depressing things。
He pitied himself profoundly。 It was a rotten world to live in； this； where a fellow couldn't say _noblesse oblige_ without upsetting the universe。 Why shouldn't a fellow say _noblesse oblige？_ Why？ At this juncture Lord Dawlish walked into a lamp…post。
The shock changed his mood。 Gloom still obsessed him； but blended now with remorse。 He began to look at the matter from Claire's viewpoint； and his pity switched from himself to her。 In the first place； the poor girl had rather a rotten time。 Could she be blamed for wanting him to make money？ No。 Yet whenever she made suggestions as to how the thing was to be done； he snubbed her by saying _noblesse oblige_。 Naturally a refined and sensitive young girl objected to having things like _noblesse oblige_ said to her。 Where was the sense in saying _noblesse oblige？_ Such a confoundedly silly thing to say。 Only a perfect ass would spend his time rushing about the place saying _
