“I never much cared for him,” said Waddington. “I’ve always thought him a bore.”
“You must be very hard to please,” returned Kitty, in the bright, chaffing way she could assume so easily. “I suppose he’s far and away the most popular man in Hong-Kong.”
“I know. That is his stock in trade. He’s made a science of popularity. He has the gift of making very one he meets feel that he is the one person in the world he wants to see. He’s always ready to do a service that isn’t any trouble to himself, and even if he doesn’t do what you want he manages to give you the impression that it’s only because it’s not humanly possible.”
“That is surely an attractive trait.”
“Charm and nothing but charm at last grows a little tiresome, I think. It’s a relief then to deal with a man who isn’t quite so delightful but a little more sincere. I’ve known Charlie Townsend for a good many years and once or twice I’ve caught him with the mask off—you see, I never mattered, just a subordinate official in the Customs—and I know that he doesn’t in his heart give a damn for any one in the world but himself.”
Kitty, lounging easily in her chair, looked at him with smiling eyes. She turned her wedding-ring round and round her finger.
“Of course he’ll get on. He knows all the official ropes. Before I die I have every belief that I shall address him as Your Excellency and stand up when he enters the room.”
“Most people think he deserves to get on. He’s
