but hostile. He swung round in his chair, swinging his heavy hips over and lying sideways.
"Shall I tell you a thing a man told me. He had it from the lady's own lips. It was when the Prince of Wales was in India just now. There had been a show—and then a dinner given by the governor of the town—some capital or other. The Prince sat next to the governor's lady, and he was glum, silent, tortured by them all a bit beyond bearance. And the governor's lady felt she ought to make conversation, ought to say something to the poor devil, just for the show's sake and the occasion. So she couldn't think what to tell him that would interest him. Then she had a brilliant idea. 'Do you know what happened to me last week?' she said. 'You've seen my adorable little Pekinese, Chu? She had puppies—four darling queer little things—tiny little creepy-crawlies. Of course we loved them. But in the night I thought I heard them crying—I wasn't sure. But at last I went down. And what do you think! There was a swarm of white ants, and they were just eating up the last bits of them. Wasn't it awful.' The Prince went white as death. And just then an ant happened to come on the tablecloth. He took his glass and banged it over it, and never spoke another word all evening. Now that story was told by the woman herself. And this was what she did to a poor nerve-racked lad she was supposed to honour. Now I ask you, where was the living heart in her? She was an ant, a white ant too."
He rolled over in his chair, bitterly, with massive bitterness, turning his back on Harriet. She sat with a pale, blenched face, and tears in her eyes.
"How cruel!" she said. "But she must have been a fool."
"Vile! Vile! No fool! Quite brilliant ant-tactics. There was warmth in the lad's heart, and she was out to do her bit of the quenching. Oh, she gave him her nip and sting. Ants, social ants. Social creatures! Cold—I'm as cold as they are when it comes to them. And as cunning, and quite as vicious. But that's not what I care for. I want to collect together all the fire in all the burning hearts in Australia: that's what I want. Collect the heart-fire, and the fire will be our fire. That's what I do
