seem to be spoiling the Egyptians pretty successfully. If you go to half those functions you wonât have time for much else.â
Robin Hedley looked more serious, and he spoke with the obvious intention that his words should carry conviction.
âBut I donât go to half of them, nor yet a quarter. Look here, Monty, I donât know why I confide in you, except that every one does. Donât go away with a false idea about me. Iâve always put my work first, and I do now more than ever. If I go to a party, quite candidly, itâs because I think that itâll help to boost my work. If I dine out and go to a couple of dances you can be pretty sure that Iâve done six or seven hours work earlier in the day; if I spend the afternoon playing tennis or golfâwell, I put in my morning first, and get down to work again after dinner. Luckily Iâm methodical, and I do know how to concentrate.â
Monty nodded. âI donât think any one ever questioned that,â he said drily. âAnd what about the golf and tennisâhandicaps shrinking every month?â
âWell, I like winning, and it pays in life to do things well. Yes, I play better than I did at both of them.â
Monty stirred uneasily. Games formed a large part of his life, and the thought that they should be played as part of a programme of self-advancement or as an advertisement offended him. But he refrained from comment.
âPlayed much with Basil Paraday-Royne lately?â he hazarded.
Robin Hedleyâs face clouded over again, and he knocked out the ashes of his pipe with unnecessary vigour.
âOh, a good deal,â he replied. âI always have, you know, and itâs become a sort of habit. But Iâm not tookeen on it. Since I began to beat him heâs always ringing up at the last minute to say that heâs got two other fellows and wants to change our single into a foursome. And somehow he always contrives to get the better partner. I enjoy beating him, and I donât like playing with him. He doesnât seem to realize that application and steadiness are just as important as brilliance. If Iâd got his natural skill at games, Iâd be a champion, but he wastes it all. And theâoh, dash it allâI do hate being patronized.â
The truth was out, thought Monty to himself, but, talkative though he was, he knew when to refrain from comment, and he had no wish to mix himself in what he felt to be a potential quarrel. So he switched the conversation back to safer topics.
âAnd whatâs the big work just nowâanother novel?â His host nodded. âYes, and I really think itâs something miles beyond anything Iâve done before. Monty, Iâm sick of the superficial stuff, and the fine words, and all that. This time Iâve really tried to write a book thatâs true, and that goes right down to the things that matter. Something that is solid and that will count in literature.â He hesitated, and then continued. âSomething that Paraday-Royne and all his fine friends with all their grace and skill and charm and virtuosity could never do; something that will make that elegant gentleman realize that we compete in different classes.â
Monty got up rather hastily. The last thing which he could endure was to hear one of his friends criticising another, and, though he had no special liking for either of these two, he regarded them both as âfriends.â
âI must push on,â he said. âWhatâs the great work going to be called?â
âPertinacityâ
said Robin Hedley, picking up his pen.
Chapter V
âOne touch of ill-nature marksâor several touches of ill-nature mark the whole world kin.â
SAMUEL BUTLER
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