THE LEE SHORE

BY R. MACAULAY

1912

HODDER & STOUGHTON
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

Contents

CHAPTER I--A Hereditary Bequest
CHAPTER II--The Choice of a Career
CHAPTER III--The Hopes
CHAPTER IV--The Complete Shopper
CHAPTER V--The Splendid Morning
CHAPTER VI--Hilary, Peggy, and the Boarders
CHAPTER VII--Diana, Actæon, and Lord Evelyn
CHAPTER VIII--Peter Understands
CHAPTER IX--The Fat in the Fire
CHAPTER X--The Loss of a Profession
CHAPTER XI--The Loss of an Idea
CHAPTER XII--The Loss of a Goblet and Other Things
CHAPTER XIII--The Loss of the Single State
CHAPTER XIV--Peter, Rhoda, and Lucy
CHAPTER XV--The Loss of a Wife
CHAPTER XVI--A Long Way
CHAPTER XVII--Mischances in the Rain
CHAPTER XVIII--The Breaking-Point
CHAPTER XIX--The New Life
CHAPTER XX--The Last Loss
CHAPTER XXI--On the Shore

THE LEE SHORE

CHAPTER I

A HEREDITARY BEQUEST

During the first week of Peter Margerison's first term at school, Urquhart suddenly stepped, a radiant figure on the heroic scale, out of the kaleidoscopic maze of bemusing lights and colours that was Peter's vision of his new life.

Peter, seeing Urquhart in authority on the football field, asked, "Who is it?" and was told, "Urquhart, of course," with the implication "Who else could it be?"

"Oh," Peter said, and blushed. Then he was told, "Standing right in Urquhart's way like that! Urquhart doesn't want to be stared at by all the silly little kids in the lower-fourth." But Urquhart was, as a matter of fact, probably used to it.

So that was Urquhart. Peter Margerison hugged secretly his two pieces of knowledge; so secret they were, and so enormous, that he swelled visibly with them; there seemed some danger that they might even burst him. That great man was Urquhart. Urquhart was that great man. Put so, the two pieces of knowledge may seem to have a certain similarity; there was in effect a delicate discrimination between them. If not wholly distinct one from the other, they were anyhow two separate aspects of the same startling and rather magnificent fact.

Then there was another aspect: did Urquhart know that he, Margerison, was in fact Margerison? He showed no sign of such knowledge; but then it was naturally not part of his business to concern himself with silly little kids in the lower-fourth. Peter never expected it.

But a few days after that, Peter came into the lavatories and found Urquhart there, and Urquhart looked round and said, "I say, you—Margerison. Just cut down to the field and bring my cap. You'll find it by the far goal, Smithson's ground. You can bring it to the lavatories and hang it on my peg. Cut along quick, or you'll be late."

Peter cut along quick, and found the velvet tasselled thing and brought it and hung it up with the care due to a thing so precious as a fifteen cap. The school bell had clanged while he was down on the field, and he was late and had lines. That didn't matter. The thing that had emerged was, Urquhart knew he was Margerison.

After that, Urquhart did not have occasion to honour Margerison with his notice for some weeks. It was, of course, a disaster of Peter's that brought them into personal relations. Throughout his life, Peter's relations were apt to be based on some misfortune or other; he always had such bad luck. Vainly on Litany Sundays he put up his petition to be delivered "from lightning and tempest, from plague, pestilence, and famine, from battle and murder, and from sudden death." Disasters seemed to crowd the roads on which he walked; so frequent were they and so tragic that life could scarcely be lived in sober earnest; it was, for Peter the comedian, a tragi-comic farce. Circumstances provided the tragedy,