are extraordinarily quick," he was saying, "the most
adaptable people since the ancient Greeks, whom they resemble in some
ways. But they are more superficial. The intellect races on ahead, but
the heart lingers in the Dark Ages."
"Perhaps intermarriage is the solution of the great racial problem,"
suggested the Professor.
"Never," said the old administrator. "Keep the breed pure, be it
white, black, or yellow. Bastard races cannot flourish. They are waste
of Nature."
The Professor glanced towards the bridal pair.
"And these also?" he asked.
"Perhaps," said Sir Ralph, "but in her case her education has been so
entirely European."
Hereupon, Lady Everington approaching, Sir Ralph turned to her and
said,--
"Dear lady, let me congratulate you: this is your masterpiece."
"Sir Ralph," said the hostess, already looking to see which of her
guests she would next pounce upon, "You know the East so well. Give
me one little piece of advice to hand over to the children before they
start on their honeymoon."
Sir Ralph smiled benignly.
"Where are they going?" he asked.
"Everywhere," replied Lady Everington, "they are going to travel."
"Then let them travel all over the world," he answered, "only not to
Japan. That is their Bluebeard's cupboard; and into that they must not
look."
There was more discussion of bridegroom and bride than is usual at
society weddings, which are apt to become mere reunions of fashionable
people, only vaguely conscious of the identity of those in whose
honour they have been gathered together.
"Geoffrey Barrington is such a healthy barbarian," said a pale young
man with a monocle; "if it had been a high-browed child of culture
like you, Reggie, with a taste for exotic sensations, I should hardly
have been surprised."
"And if it had been you, Arthur," replied Reggie Forsyth of the
Foreign Office, who was Barrington's best man, "I should have known
at once that it was the twenty thousand a year which was the supreme
attraction."
There was a certain amount of Anglo-Indian sentiment afloat among
the company, which condemned the marriage entirely as an outrage on
decency.
"What was Brandan dreaming of," snorted General Haslam, "to allow his
son to marry a yellow native?"
"Dreaming of the mortgage on the Brandan property, I expect, General,"
answered Lady Rushworth.
"It's scandalous," foamed the General, "a fine young fellow, a fine
officer, too! His career ruined for
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