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WITH EDGED TOOLS

"Of the same clay he maketh both the vessels that serve for clean uses,
and likewise also such as serve to the contrary; but what is the use of
either sort, the potter himself is the judge."

TO JAMES PAYN
A TOKEN OF SINCERE REGARD

CONTENTS
I. TWO GENERATIONS II. OVER THE OLD GROUND III. A
FAREWELL IV. A TRAGEDY V. WITH EDGED TOOLS VI.
UNDER THE LINE VII. THE SECRET OF THE SIMIACINE VIII. A
RECRUIT IX. TO PASS THE TIME X. LOANGO XI. A COMPACT
XII. A MEETING XIII. IN BLACK AND WHITE XIV.
PANIC-STRICKEN XV. A CONFIDENCE XVI. WAR XVII.
UNDERHAND XVIII. A REQUEST XIX. IVORY XX. BROUGHT
TO THE SCRATCH XXI. THE FIRST CONSIGNMENT XXII. THE
SECOND CONSIGNMENT XXIII. MERCURY XXIV. NEMESIS
XXV. TO THE RESCUE XXVI. IN PERIL XXVII. OFF DUTY
XXVIII. A SLOW RECOVERY XXIX. A CHANCE
ACQUAINTANCE XXX. OLD BIRDS XXXI. SEED-TIME XXXII.

AN ENVOY XXXIII. DARK DEALING XXXIV. AMONG THORNS
XXXV. ENGAGED XXXVI. NO COMPROMISE XXXVII. FOUL
PLAY XXXVIII. THE ACCURSED CAMP XXXIX. THE
EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCE XL. SIR JOHNS LAST CARD
XLI. A TROIS XLII. A STRONG FRIENDSHIP XLIII. A LONG
DEBT XLIV. MADE UP XLV. THE TELEGRAM


CHAPTER I.
TWO GENERATIONS

Why all delights are vain, but that most vain Which with pain
purchased doth inherit pain.
"My dear--Madam--what you call heart does not come into the question
at all."
Sir John Meredith was sitting slightly behind Lady Cantourne, leaning
towards her with a somewhat stiffened replica of his former grace. But
he was not looking at her--and she knew it.
They were both watching a group at the other side of the great
ballroom.
"Sir John Meredith on Heart," said the old lady, with a depth of
significance in her voice.
"And why not?"
"Yes, indeed. Why not?"
Sir John smiled with that well-bred cynicism which a new school has
not yet succeeded in imitating. They were of the old school, these two;

and their worldliness, their cynicism, their conversational attitude,
belonged to a bygone period. It was a cleaner period in some ways--a
period devoid of slums. Ours, on the contrary, is an age of slums
wherein we all dabble to the detriment of our hands-- mental, literary,
and theological.
Sir John moved slightly in his chair, leaning one hand on one knee. His
back was very flat, his clothes were perfect, his hair was not his own,
nor yet his teeth. But his manners were entirely his own. His face was
eighty years old, and yet he smiled his keen society smile with the best
of them. There was not a young man in the room of whom he was
afraid, conversationally.
"No, Lady Cantourne," he repeated. "Your charming niece is heartless.
She will get on."
Lady Cantourne smiled, and drew the glove further up her stout and
motherly right arm.
"She will get on," she admitted. "As to the other, it is early to give an
opinion."
"She has had the best of trainings--," he murmured. And Lady
Cantourne turned on him with a twinkle amidst the wrinkles.
"For which?" she asked.
"Choisissez!" he answered, with a bow.
One sees a veteran swordsman take up the foil with a tentative turn of
the wrist, lunging at thin air. His zest for the game has gone; but the
skill lingers, and at times he is tempted to show the younger blades a
pass or two. These were veteran fencers with a skill of their own, which
they loved to