"I've had a story accepted by the Universal Magazine," said James, casually.
"Have you, sir?" said Violet.
"It's a pretty good magazine. I shall probably do a great deal for it from time to time. The editor seems a decent chap."
"Does he, sir?"
"I sha'n't tie myself up in any way, of course, unless I get very good terms. But I shall certainly let him see a good lot of my stuff. Jolly morning, isn't it?"
He strolled on; and Violet, having sniffed the air for a few more minutes with her tip-tilted nose, went indoors to attend to her work.
Five minues later James, back in the atmosphere of chalk, was writing on the blackboard certain sentences for his class to turn into Latin prose. A somewhat topical note ran through them. As thus:-
"The uncle of Balbus wished him to tend sheep in the Colonies (Provincia)."
"Balbus said that England was good enough for him (placeo)."
"Balbus sent a story (versus) to Mæcenas, who replied that he hoped to use it in due course."
His mind had floated away from the classroom when a shrill voice brought him back.
"Sir, please, sir, what does 'in due course' mean?"
James reflected. "Alter it to 'immediately,' " he said.
"Balbus is a great man," he wrote on the blackboard.
Two minutes later he was in the office of an important magazine, and there was a look of relief on the editor's face, for James had practically promised to do a series of twelve short stories for him.
It has been well observed that when a writer has a story rejected he should send that story to another editor, but that when he has one accepted he should send another story to that editor. Acting on this excellent plan, James, being off duty for an hour after tea, smoked a pipe in his bedroom and settled down to work on a second effort for the Universal.
He was getting on rather well when his flow of ideas was broken by a knock on the door.
"Come in," yelled James. (Your author is notoriously irritable.)
The new-comer was Adolf. Adolf was one of that numerous band of Swiss and German youths who come to this country prepared to give their services ridiculously cheap in exchange for the opportunity of learning the English language. Mr. Blatherwick held the view that for a private school a male front-door opener was superior to a female, arguing that the parents of prospective pupils would be impressed by the sight of a man in livery. He would have liked something a bit more imposing than Adolf, but the latter was the showiest thing that could be got for the money, so he made the best of it, and engaged him. After all, an astigmatic parent, seeing Adolf in a dim light, might be impressed by him. You never could tell.
"Well?" said James, glaring.
"Anysing, vrom dze fillage, sare?"
The bulk of Adolf's perquisites consisted of the tips he received for going to the general store down the road for tobacco, stamps, and so on. "No. Get out," growled James, turning to his work.
He was surprised to find that Adolf, so far from getting out, came in and shut the door.
"Zst!" said Adolf, with a finger on his lips.
James stared.
"In dze garten zis morning," proceeded his visitor, grinning like a gargoyle, "I did zee you giss Violed. Zo!"
James's heart missed a beat. Considered purely as a situation, his present position was not ideal. He had to work hard, and there was not much money attached to the job. But it was what the situation stood for that counted. It was his little rock of safety in the midst of a surging ocean of West Australian
sheep. Once let him lose his grip on it, and there was no chance for him. He would be swept away beyond hope of return.
"What do you mean?" he said, hoarsely.
"In dze garten. I you vrom a window did zee. You und Violed. Zo!" And Adolf, in the worst taste, gave a realistic imitation of the scene, himself sustaining the rôle of James.
James said nothing. The whole world seemed to be filled with a vast baa-ing, as of countless flocks.
"Lizzun!" said Adolf. "Berhaps I Herr Blazzervig dell. Berhaps not I do. Zo!"
James roused himself. At all costs he must placate this worm. Mr. Blatherwick was an austere man. He would not overlook such a crime.
He appealed to the other's chivalry.
"What about Violet?" he said. "Surely you don't want to lose the poor girl her job? They'd be bound to sack her, too."
Adolf's eyes gleamed.
"Zo? Lizzun! When I do gom virst here, I myself do to giss Violed vunce vish. But she do push dze zide of my face, and my lof is durned to hate."
James listened attentively to this tabloid tragedy, but made no comment.
"Anysing vrom dze fillage, sare?"
Adolf's voice was meaning. James produced a half-crown.
"Here you are, then. Get me half a dozen stamps and keep the change."
"Zdamps? Yes, sure At vunce."'
"James's last impression of the departing one was of a vast and greasy grin, stretching most of the way across his face.
Adolf, as blackmailer, in which rôle he now showed himself, differed in some respects from the conventional blackmailer of fiction. It may be that he was doubtful as to how much James would stand, or it may be that his soul as a general rule was above money. At any rate, in actual specie he took very little from his victim. He seemed to wish to be sent to the village oftener than before, but that was all. Half a crown a week would have covered James's financial loss.
But he asserted himself in another way. In his most lighthearted moments Adolf never forgot the reason which had brought him to England. He had come to the country to learn the language, and he meant to do it. The difficulty which had always handicapped him hitherto-namely, the poverty of the vocabularies of those in the servants' quarters-was now removed. He appointed James tutor-in-chief of the English language to himself, and saw that he entered upon his duties at once.
The first time that he accosted James in the passage outside the class-room, and desired him to explain certain difficult words in a leading article of yesterday's paper, James was pleased. Adolf, he thought, regarded the painful episode as closed. He had accepted the half-crown as the full price of silence, and was now endeavouring to be friendly in order to make amends.
This right-minded conduct gratified James. He felt genially disposed toward Adolf. He read the leading article, and proceeded to give a full and kindly explanation of the hard words. He took trouble over it. He went into the derivations of the words. He touched on certain rather tricky sub-meanings of the same. Adolf went away with any doubts he might have had of James's capabilities as a teacher of English definitely scattered. He felt that he had got hold of the right man.
There was a shade less geniality in James's manner when the same thing happened on the following morning. But he did not refuse to help the untutored foreigner. The lecture was less exhaustive than that of the previous morning, but we must suppose that it satisfied Adolf, for he came again next day, his faith in his teacher undiminished.
James was trying to write a story. He turned on the student.
"Get out!" he howled. "And take that beastly paper away. Can't you see I'm busy? Do you think I can spend all my time teaching you to read? Get out!"
"Dere some hard vord vos," said Adolf, patiently "of which I gannot dze meaning."
James briefly cursed the hard word.