I had a very curious dream the other night. In fact, I dreamt that I was
dead. I passed through a green baize door and found myself in a small
square room. Opposite me was another door inscribed “Elysian Fields,”
and in front of it, at a large table with a raised ledge, sat
Rhadamanthus. As I entered I saw a graceful figure vanish through the
door opposite.
“It’s no use trying to deceive me,” I observed. “That was Mrs. Hilary, I
think; if you don’t mind, I’ll join her.”
“I’m afraid I must trouble you to take a seat for a few moments, Mr.
Carter,” said Rhadamanthus, “while I run over your little account.”
“Any formalities which are usual,” I murmured politely, as I sat down.
Rhadamanthus turned over the leaves of a large book.
“Carter--Samuel Travers, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes. For goodness sake don’t confuse me with Vincent Carter. He only
paid five shillings in the pound.”
“Your case presents some peculiar features, Mr. Carter,” said
Rhadamanthus. “I hope I am not censorious, but--well, that fine at
Bowstreet?”
“I was a mere boy,” said I, with some warmth, “and my solicitor grossly
mismanaged the case..”
“Well, well!” said he soothingly. “But haven’t you spent a great deal of
time at Monte Carlo?”
“A man must be somewhere,” said I.
Rhadamanthus scratched his nose.
“I should have wasted the money anyhow,” I added.
“I suppose you would,” he conceded. “But what of this caveat lodged by
the Dowager Lady Mickleham? That’s rather serious, you know; isn’t it
now--joking apart?”
“I am disappointed,” I remarked, “to find a man of your experience
paying any attention to such an ill-natured old woman.”
“We have our rules,” he replied, “and I’m afraid, Mr. Carter, that until
that caveat is removed--”
“You don’t mean that?”
“Really, I’m afraid so.”
“Then I may as well go back,” said I, taking my hat.
At this moment there was a knock at the door.
“Although I can’t oblige you with an order of admission,” said
Rhadamanthus, very civilly, “perhaps it would amuse you to listen to a
case or two. There’s no hurry, you know. You’ve got lots of time before
you.”
“It will be an extremely interesting experience,” said I, sitting down
again.
The door opened, and, as I expected (I don’t know why, but it happens
like that in dreams), Dolly Mickleham came in. She did not seem to see
me. She bowed to Rhadamanthus, smiled, and took a chair immediately
opposite the table.
“Mickleham--Dorothea--Countess of--” she said.
“Formerly, I think, Dolly Foster?” asked Rhadamanthus.
“I don’t see what that’s got to do with it,” said Dolly.
“The account runs on,” he explained, and began to consult his big
book. Dolly leant back in her chair, slowly peeling off her gloves.
Rhadamanthus shut the book with a bang.
“It’s not the least use,” he said decisively. “It wouldn’t be kind to
pretend that it was, Lady Mickleham.”
“Dear, dear,” said Dolly. “What’s the matter?”
“Half the women in London have petitioned against you.”
“Have they, really?” cried Dolly, to all appearance rather delighted.
“What do they say, Mr. Rhadamanthus? Is it in that book? Let me look.”
And she held out her hand.
“The book’s too heavy for you to hold,” said he.
“I’ll come round,” said Dolly. So she went round and leant over his
shoulder and read the book.
“What’s that scent you’ve got on?” asked Rhadamanthus.
“Bouquet du diable,” said she. (I had never heard of the perfume
before.) “Isn’t it sweet?”
“I haven’t smelt it since I was a boy,” sighed Rhadamanthus.
“Poor old thing,” said Dolly. “I’m not going to read all this, you
know.” And, with a somewhat contemptuous smile, she walked back to her
chair. “They ought to be ashamed of themselves,” she added, as she sat
down. “It’s just because I’m not a fright.”
“Aren’t you a fright?” asked Rhadamanthus. “Where are my spectacles?”
He put them on and looked at Dolly.
“I must go in, you know,” said Dolly, smiling at Rhadamanthus. “My
husband has gone in!”
“I shouldn’t have thought you’d consider that conclusive,” said he, with
a touch of satire in his tone.
“Don’t be horrid,” said Dolly, pouting.
There was a pause. Rhadamanthus examined Dolly through his spectacles.
“This is a very painful duty,” said he, at last. “I have sat here for a
great many years, and I have seldom had a more painful duty.”
“It’s very absurd of you,” said Dolly.
“I can’t help it, though,” said he.
“Do you really mean that I’m not to go in?”
“I do, indeed,” said Rhadamanthus.
Dolly rose. She leant her arms on the raised ledge which ran along the
table, and she leant her chin on her hands.
“Really?” she said.
“Really,” said he, looking the other way.
A sudden change came over Dolly’s face. Her dimples vanished; her
eyes grew pathetic and began to shine rather than to sparkle; her lip
quivered just a little.
“You’re very unkind,” she said in an extremely low tone. “I had no idea
you would be so unkind.”
Rhadamanthus seemed very uncomfortable.
“Don’t do that,” he said, quite sharply, fidgeting with the blotting
paper.
Dolly began to move slowly round the table. Rhadamanthus sat still. When
she was standing close by him, she put her hand lightly on his arm and
said:
“Please do, Mr. Rhadamanthus.”
“It’s as much as my place is worth,” he grumbled.
Dolly’s eyes shone still, but the faintest little smile began to play
about her mouth.
“Some day,” she said (with total inappropriateness, now I come to think
of it, though it did not strike me so at the time), “you’ll be glad to
remember having done a kind thing. When you’re old--because you are
not really old now--you will say, ‘I’m glad I didn’t send poor Dolly
Mickleham away crying.’”
Rhadamanthus uttered an inarticulate sound--half impatience, half, I
fancy, something else.
“We are none of us perfect, I dare say. If I asked your wife--”
“I haven’t got a wife,” said Rhadamanthus.
“That’s why you’re so hard-hearted,” said Dolly. “A man who’s got a wife
is never hard on other women.”
There was another pause. Then Rhadamanthus, looking straight at the
blotting paper, said:
“Oh, well, don’t bother me. Be off with you;” and as he spoke, the door
behind him opened.
“Oh, you old dear!” she cried; and, stooping swiftly, she kissed
Rhadamanthus. “You’re horribly bristly!” she laughed; and then, before
he could move, she ran through the door.
I rose from my seat, taking my hat and stick in my hand. I felt, as
you may suppose, that I had been there long enough. When I moved
Rhadamanthus looked up, and with an attempt at unconsciousness observed:
“We will proceed with your case now, if you please, Mr. Carter.”
I looked him full in the face. Rhadamanthus blushed. I pursued my way
towards the door.
“Stop!” he said, in a blustering tone. “You can’t go there, you know.”