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"
That
is
not
the
question
;
"
he
retorted
with
a
little
smile
;
"
How
unpleasant
it
must
be
for
you
to
have
these
gouty
twinges
of
conscience
Geoffrey
!
Of
course
no
fame
is
actually
worth
much
now-a-days
--
because
it
is
not
classic
fame
,
strong
in
reposeful
old-world
dignity
--
it
is
blatant
noisy
notoriety
merely
.
But
yours
,
such
as
it
is
,
is
perfectly
legitimate
,
judged
by
its
common-sense
commercial
aspect
,
which
is
the
only
aspect
in
which
anyone
looks
at
anything
.
You
must
bear
in
mind
that
no
one
works
out
of
disinterestedness
in
the
present
age
--
no
matter
how
purely
benevolent
an
action
may
appear
on
the
surface
,
Self
lies
at
the
bottom
of
it
.
Once
grasp
this
fact
,
and
you
will
perceive
that
nothing
could
be
fairer
or
more
straightforward
than
the
way
you
have
obtained
your
fame
.
You
have
not
'
bought
'
the
incorruptible
British
Press
;
you
could
not
do
that
;
that
is
impossible
,
for
it
is
immaculate
,
and
bristles
stiffly
all
over
with
honourable
principles
.
There
is
no
English
paper
existing
that
would
accept
a
cheque
for
the
insertion
of
a
notice
or
a
paragraph
;
not
one
!
"
His
eyes
twinkled
merrily
--
then
he
went
on
--
"
No
--
it
is
only
the
Foreign
Press
that
is
corrupt
,
so
the
British
Press
says
;
--
John
Bull
looks
on
virtuously
aghast
at
journalists
who
,
in
dire
stress
of
poverty
,
will
actually
earn
a
little
extra
pay
for
writing
something
or
somebody
'
up
'
or
'
down
.
'
Thank
Heaven
,
he
employs
no
such
journalists
;
his
pressmen
are
the
very
soul
of
rectitude
,
and
will
stoically
subsist
on
a
pound
a
week
rather
than
take
ten
for
a
casual
job
'
to
oblige
a
friend
.
'
Do
you
know
Geoffrey
,
when
the
Judgment
Day
arrives
,
who
will
be
among
the
first
saints
to
ascend
to
Heaven
with
the
sounding
of
trumpets
?
"
I
shook
my
head
,
half
vexed
,
half
amused
.
"
All
the
English
(
not
foreign
)
editors
and
journalists
!
"
said
Lucio
with
an
air
of
pious
rapture
--
"
and
why
?
Because
they
are
so
good
,
so
just
,
so
unprejudiced
!
Their
foreign
brethren
will
be
reserved
for
the
eternal
dance
of
devils
of
course
--
but
the
Britishers
will
pace
the
golden
streets
singing
Alleluia
!
I
assure
you
I
consider
British
journalists
generally
the
noblest
examples
of
incorruptibility
in
the
world
--
they
come
next
to
the
clergy
as
representatives
of
virtue
,
and
exponents
of
the
three
evangelical
counsels
--
voluntary
poverty
,
chastity
,
and
obedience
!
"
Such
mockery
glittered
in
his
eyes
,
that
the
light
in
them
might
have
been
the
reflection
of
clashing
steel
.
"
Be
consoled
,
Geoffrey
,
"
he
resumed
--
"
your
fame
is
honourably
won
.
You
have
simply
,
through
me
,
approached
one
critic
who
writes
in
about
twenty
newspapers
and
influences
others
to
write
in
other
twenty
--
that
critic
being
a
noble
creature
,
(
all
critics
are
noble
creatures
)
has
a
pet
'
society
'
for
the
relief
of
authors
in
need
(
a
noble
scheme
you
will
own
)
and
to
this
charity
I
subscribe
out
of
pure
benevolence
,
five
hundred
pounds
.
Moved
by
my
generosity
and
consideration
,
(
particularly
as
I
do
not
ask
what
becomes
of
the
five
hundred
)
McWhing
'
obliges
'
me
in
a
little
matter
.
The
editors
of
the
papers
for
which
he
writes
accept
him
as
a
wise
and
witty
personage
;
they
know
nothing
about
the
charity
or
the
cheque
--
it
is
not
necessary
for
them
to
know
.
The
whole
thing
is
really
quite
a
reasonable
business
arrangement
;
--
it
is
only
a
self-tormenting
analyst
like
you
who
would
stop
to
think
of
such
a
trifle
a
second
time
.
"
"
If
McWhing
really
and
conscientiously
admired
my
book
for
itself
;
"
I
began
.
"
Why
should
you
imagine
he
does
not
?
"
asked
Lucio
--
"
Myself
,
I
believe
that
he
is
a
perfectly
sincere
and
honorable
man
.
I
think
he
means
all
he
says
and
writes
.
I
consider
that
if
he
had
found
your
work
not
worthy
of
his
commendation
,
he
would
have
sent
me
back
that
cheque
for
five
hundred
pounds
,
torn
across
in
a
noble
scorn
!
"
And
with
this
,
throwing
himself
back
in
his
chair
,
he
laughed
till
the
tears
came
into
his
eyes
.
But
I
could
not
laugh
;
I
was
too
weary
and
depressed
.
A
heavy
sense
of
despair
was
on
my
mind
;
I
felt
that
the
hope
which
had
cheered
me
in
my
days
of
poverty
--
the
hope
of
winning
real
Fame
,
so
widely
different
a
thing
to
notoriety
,
had
vanished
.
There
was
some
quality
in
the
subtle
glory
which
could
not
be
won
by
either
purchase
or
influence
.
The
praise
of
the
press
could
not
give
it
.
Mavis
Clare
,
working
for
her
bread
,
had
it
--
I
,
with
millions
of
money
,
had
not
.
Like
a
fool
I
had
thought
to
buy
it
;
I
had
yet
to
learn
that
all
the
best
,
greatest
,
purest
and
worthiest
things
in
life
are
beyond
all
market-value
and
that
the
gifts
of
the
gods
are
not
for
sale
.
About
a
fortnight
after
the
publication
of
my
book
,
we
went
to
Court
,
my
comrade
and
I
,
and
were
presented
by
a
distinguished
officer
connected
with
the
immediate
and
intimate
surroundings
of
the
Royal
household
.
