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。　She　was；　moreover；　delighted　at　Claire's　engagement。　It　seemed　to　her；　for　she　had　no　knowledge　of　the　existence　of　Lord　Dawlish；　a　genuine　manifestation　of　Love's　Young　Dream。　She　liked　Dudley　Pickering　and　she　was　devoted　to　Claire。　It　made　her　happy　to　think　that　it　was　she　who　had　brought　them　together。
　But　of　the　other　members　of　the　party；　Dudley　Pickering　was　unhappy　because　he　feared　that　burglars　were　about　to　raid　the　house；　Roscoe　Sherriff　because　he　feared　they　were　not；　Claire　because；　now　that　the　news　of　the　engagement　was　out；　it　seemed　to　be　everybody's　aim　to　leave　her　alone　with　Mr　Pickering；　whose　undiluted　society　tended　to　pall。　And　Lord　Wetherby　was　unhappy　because　he　found　Eustace；　the　monkey；　a　perpetual　strain　upon　his　artistic　nerves。　It　was　Eustace　who　had　driven　him　to　his　shack　in　the　woods。　He　could　have　painted　far　more　fortably　in　the　house；　but　Eustace　had　developed　a　habit　of　stealing　up　to　him　and　plucking　the　leg　of　his　trousers；　and　an　artist　simply　cannot　give　of　his　best　with　that　sort　of　thing　going　on。
　Lady　Wetherby　wrote　on。　She　was　not　fond　of　letter…writing　and　she　had　allowed　her　correspondence　to　accumulate；　but　she　was　disposing　of　it　in　an　energetic　and　conscientious　way；　when　the　entrance　of　Wrench；　the　butler；　interrupted　her。
　Wrench　had　been　imported　from　England　at　the　request　of　Lord　Wetherby；　who　had　said　that　it　soothed　him　and　kept　him　from　feeling　home…sick　to　see　a　butler　about　the　place。　Since　then　he　had　been　hanging　to　the　establishment　as　it　were　by　a　hair。　He　gave　the　impression　of　being　always　on　the　point　of　giving　notice。　There　were　so　many　things　connected　with　his　position　of　which　he　disapproved。　He　had　made　no　official　pronouncement　of　the　matter；　but　Lady　Wetherby　knew　that　he　disapproved　of　her　classical　dancing。　His　last　position　had　been　with　the　Dowager　Duchess　of　Waveney；　the　well…known　political　hostess；　whoeven　had　the　somewhat　generous　lines　on　which　she　was　built　not　prevented　the　possibility　of　such　a　thingwould　have　perished　rather　than　dance　barefooted　in　a　public　restaurant。　Wrench　also　disapproved　of　America。　That　fact　had　been　made　plain　immediately　upon　his　arrival　in　the　country。　He　had　given　America　one　look；　and　then　his　mind　was　made　uphe　disapproved　of　it。
　'If　you　please；　m'lady！'
　Lady　Wetherby　turned。　The　butler　was　looking　even　more　than　usually　disapproving；　and　his　disapproval　had；　so　to　speak；　crystallized；　as　if　it　had　found　some　more　concrete　and　definite　objective　than　either　barefoot　dancing　or　the　United　States。
　'If　you　please；　m'ladythe　hape！'
　It　was　Wrench's　custom　to　speak　of　Eustace　in　a　tone　of　restrained　disgust。　He　disapproved　of　Eustace。　The　Dowager　Duchess　of　Waveney；　though　she　kept　open　house　for　members　of　Parliament；　would　have　drawn　the　line　at　monkeys。
　'The　hape　is　behaving　very　strange；　m'lady；'　said　Wrench；　frostily。
　It　has　been　well　said　that　in　this　world　there　is　always　something。　A　moment　before；　Lady　Wetherby　had　been　feeling　pletely　contented；　without　a　care　on　her　horizon。　It　was　foolish　of　her　to　have　expected　such　a　state　of　things　to　last；　for　what　is　life　but　a　series　of　sharp　corners；　round　each　of　which　Fate　lies　in　wait　for　us　with　a　stuffed　eel…skin？　Something　in　the　butler's　manner；　a　sort　of　gloating　gloom　which　he　radiated；　told　her　that　she　had　arrived　at　one　of　these　corners　now。
　'The　hape　is　seated　on　the　kitchen…sink；　m'lady；　throwing　new…laid　eggs　at　the　scullery…maid；　and　cook　desired　me　to　step　up　and　ask　for　instructions。'
　'What！'　Lady　Wetherby　rose　in　agitation。　'What's　he　doing　that　for？'　she　asked；　weakly。
　A　slight；　dignified　gesture　was　Wrench's　only　reply。　It　was　not　his　place　to　analyse　the　motives　of　monkeys。
　'Throwing　eggs！'
　The　sight　of　Lady　Wetherby's　distress　melted　the　butler's　stern　reserve。　He　unbent　so　far　as　to　supply　a　clue。
　'As　I　understand　from　cook；　m'lady；　the　animal　appears　to　have　taken　umbrage　at　a　lack　of　cordiality　on　the　part　of　the　cat。　It　seems　that　the　hape　attempted　to　fondle　the　cat；　but　the　latter　scratched　him；　being　suspicious；'　said　Wrench；　'of　his　_bona　fides_。'　He　scrutinized　the　ceiling　with　a　dull　eye。　'Whereupon；'　he　continued；　'he　seized　her　tail　and　threw　her　with　considerable　force。　He　then　removed　himself　to　the　sink　and　began　to　hurl　eggs　at　the　scullery…maid。'
　Lady　Wetherby's　mental　eye　attempted　to　produce　a　picture　of　the　scene；　but　failed。
　'I　suppose　I　had　better　go　down　and　see　about　it；'　she　said。
　Wrench　withdrew　his　gaze　from　the　ceiling。
　'I　think　it　would　be　advisable；　m'lady。　The　scullery…maid　is　already　in　hysterics。'
　Lady　Wetherby　led　the　way　to　the　kitchen。　She　was　wroth　with　Eustace。　This　was　just　the　sort　of　thing　out　of　which　Algie　would　be　able　to　make　unlimited　capital。　It　weakened　her　position　with　Algie。　There　was　only　one　thing　to　doshe　must　hush　it　up。
　Her　first　glance；　however；　at　the　actual　theatre　of　war　gave　her　the　impression　that　matters　had　advanced　beyond　the　hushing…up　stage。　A　yellow　desolation　brooded　over　the　kitchen。　It　was　not　so　much　a　kitchen　as　an　omelette。　There　were　eggs　everywhere；　from　floor　to　ceiling。　She　crunched　her　way　in　on　a　carpet　of　oozing　shells。
　Her　entry　was　a　signal　for　a　renewal　on　a　more　impressive　scale　of　the　uproar　that　she　had　heard　while　opening　the　door。　The　air　was　full　of　voices。　The　cook　was　expressing　herself　in　Norwegian；　the　parlour…maid　in　what　appeared　to　be　Erse。　On　a　chair　in　a　corner　the　scullery…maid　sobbed　and　whooped。　The　odd…job　man；　who　was　a　baseball　enthusiast；　was　speaking　in　terms　of　high　praise　of　Eustace's　bined　speed　and　control。
　The　only　calm　occupant　of　the　room　was　Eustace　himself；　who；　either　through　a　shortage　of　ammunition　or　through　weariness　of　the　pitching…arm；　had　suspended　active　hostilities；　and　was　now　looking　down　on　the　scene　from　a　high　shelf。　There　was　a　brooding　expression　in　his　deep…set　eyes。　He　massaged　his　right　ear　with　the　sole　of　his　left　foot　in　a　somewhat　_distrait_　manner。
　'Eustace！'　cried　Lady　Wetherby；　severely。
　Eustace　lowered　his　foot　and　gazed　at　her　meditatively；　then　at　the　odd…job　man；　then　at　the　scullery…maid；　whose　voice　rose　high　above　the　din。
　'I　rather　fancy；　m'lady；'　said　Wrench；　dispassionately；　'that　the　animal　is　about　to　hurl　a　plate。'
　It　had　escaped　the　notice　of　those　present　that　the　shelf　on　which　the　rioter　had　taken　refuge　was　within　fortable　reach　of　the　dresser；　but　Eustace　himself　had　not　overlooked　this　important　strategic　point。　As　the　butler　spoke；　Eustace　picked　up　a　plate　and　threw　it　at　the　scullery…maid；　whom　he　seemed　definitely　to　have　picked　out　as　the　most　hostile　of　the　allies。　It　was　a　fast　inshoot；　and　hit　the　wall　just　above　her　head。
　''At…a…boy！'　said　the　odd…job　man；　reverently。
　Lady　Wetherby　turned　on　him　with　some　violence。　His　detached　attitude　was　the　most　irritating　of　the　many　irritating　aspects　of　the　situation。　She　paid　this　man　a　weekly　wage　to　do　odd　jobs。　The　capture　of　Eustace　was　essentially　an　odd　job。　Yet；　instead　of　doing　it；　he　hung　about　with　the　air　of　one　who　has　paid　his　half…dollar　and　bought　his　bag　of　peanuts　and　has　now　nothing　to　do　but　look　on　and　enjoy　himself。
　'Why　don't　you　catch　him？'　she　cried。
　The　odd…job　man　came　out　of　his　trance。　A　sudden　realization　came　upon　him　that　life　was　real　and　life　was　earnest；　and　that　if　he　did　not　wish　to　jeopardize　a　good　situation　he　must　bestir　himself。　Everybody　was　looking　at　him　expectantly。　It　seemed　to　be　definitely　up　to　him。　It　was　imperative　that；　whatever　he　did；　he　should　do　it　quickly。　There　was　an　apron　hanging　over　the　back　of　a　chair。　More　with　the　idea　of　doing　something　than　because　he　thought　he　would　achieve　anything　definite　thereby；　he　picked　up　the　apron　and　flung　it　at　Eustace。　Luck　was　with　him。　The　apron　enveloped　Eustace　just　as　he　was　winding　up　for　another　inshoot　and　was　off　his　balance。　He　tripped　and　fell；　clutched　at　the　apron　to　save　himself；　and　came　to　the　ground　swathed　in　it；　giving　the　effect　of　an　apron　mysteriously　endowed　with　life。　The　triumphant　odd…job　man；　pressing　his　advantage　like　a　good　general；　gathered　up　the　ends；　converted　it　into　a　rude　bag；　and　one　more　was　added　to　the　long　l