"It must be known that I came of good family.Percival Delaney, let us say, yes, let us say Percival Delaney, was not unknown at Oxford once upon a time - not for scholarship, I am frank to admit; but the gay young dogs of that day, if any be yet alive, would remember him - ""My people came over with the Conqueror," Whiskers interrupted, extending his hand to Fatty's in acknowledgment of the introduction.
"What name?" Fatty queried."I did not seem quite to catch it." "Delarouse, Chauncey Delarouse.The name will serve as well asany."
Both completed the handshake and glanced to Slim."Oh, well, while we're about it..."Fatty urged.
"Bruce Cadogan Cavendish," Slim growled morosely."Go on, Percival, with your princesses and the roofs of kings.""Oh, I was a rare young devil," Percival obliged, "after I played ducks and drakes at home and sported out over the world.And I was some figure of a man before I lost my shape - polo, steeple- chasing, boxing.I won medals at buckjumping in Australia, and I held more than several swimming records from the quarter of a mile up.Women turned their heads to look when I went by.The women! God bless them!"And Fatty, alias Percival Delaney, a grotesque of manhood, put his bulgy hand to his puffed lips and kissed audibly into the starry vault of the sky.
"And the Princess!" he resumed, with another kiss to the stars."She was as fine a figure of a woman as I was a man, as high- spirited and courageous, as reckless and dare-devilish.Lord, Lord, in the water she was a mermaid, a sea-goddess.And when it came to blood, beside her I was parvenu.Her royal line traced back into the mists of antiquity.
"She was not a daughter of a fair-skinned folk.Tawny golden was she, with golden-brown eyes, and her hair that fell to her knees was blue- black and straight, with just the curly tendrilly tendency that gives to woman's hair its charm.Oh, there were no kinks in it, any more than were there kinks in the hair of her entire genealogy.For she was Polynesian, glowing, golden, lovely and lovable, royal Polynesian."Again he paused to kiss his hand to the memory of her, and Slim, alias Bruce Cadogan Cavendish, took advantage to interject:
"Huh! Maybe you didn't shine in scholarship, but at least you gleaned a vocabulary out of Oxford.""And in the South Seas garnered a better vocabulary from the lexicon of Love," Percival was quick on the uptake.
"It was the island of Talofa," he went on, "meaning love, the Isle of Love, and it was her island.Her father, the king, an old man, sat on his mats with paralysed knees and drank squareface gin all day and most of the night, out of grief, sheer grief.She, my princess, was the only issue, her brother having been lost in their double canoe in a hurricane while coming up from a voyage to Samoa.And among the Polynesians the royal women have equal right with the men to rule.In fact, they trace their genealogies always by the female line."To this both Chauncey Delarouse and Bruce Cadogan Cavendish nodded prompt affirmation.
"Ah," said Percival, "I perceive you both know the South Seas, wherefore, without undue expenditure of verbiage on my part, I am assured that you will appreciate the charm of my princess, the Princess Tui-nui of Talofa, the Princess of the Isle of Love."He kissed his hand to her, sipped from his condensed milk can a man- size drink of druggist's alcohol, and to her again kissed her hand.
"But she was coy, and ever she fluttered near to me but never near enough.When my arm went out to her to girdle her, presto, she was not there.I knew, as never before, nor since, the thousand dear and delightful anguishes of love frustrated but ever resilient and beckoned on by the very goddess of love.""Some vocabulary," Bruce Cadogan Cavendish muttered in aside to Chauncey Delarouse.But Percival Delaney was not to be deterred.He kissed his pudgy hand aloft into the night and held warmly on.
"No fond agonies of rapture deferred that were not lavished upon me by my dear Princess, herself ever a luring delight of promise flitting just beyond my reach.Every sweet lover's inferno unguessed of by Dante she led me through.Ah! Those swooning tropic nights, under our palm trees, the distant surf a langourous murmur as from some vast sea shell of mystery, when she, my Princess, all but melted to my yearning, and with her laughter, that was as silver strings by buds and blossoms smitten, all but made lunacy of my lover's ardency.
"It was by my wrestling with the champions of Talofa that I first interested her.It was by my prowess at swimming that I awoke her.And it was by a certain swimming deed that I won from her more than coquettish smiles and shy timidities of feigned retreat.
"We were squidding that day, out on the reef - you know how, undoubtedly, diving down the face of the wall of the reef, five fathoms, ten fathoms, any depth within reason, and shoving our squid-sticks into the likely holes and crannies of the coral where squid might be lairing.With the squid-stick, bluntly sharp at both ends, perhaps a foot long, and held crosswise in the hand, the trick was to gouge any lazying squid until he closed his tentacles around fist, stick and arm.- Then you had him, and came to the surface with him, and hit him in the head which is in the centre of him, and peeled him off into the waiting canoe....And to think I used to do that!"Percival Delaney paused a moment, a glimmer of awe on his rotund face, as he contemplated the mighty picture of his youth.
"Why, I've pulled out a squid with tentacles eight feet long, and done it under fifty feet of water.I could stay down four minutes.I've gone down, with a coral-rock to sink me, in a hundred and ten feet to clear a fouled anchor.And I could back-dive with a once- over and go in feet-first from eighty feet above the surface - ""Quit it, delete it, cease it," Chauncey Delarouse admonished testily."Tell of the Princess.That's what makes old blood leap again.Almost can I see her.Was she wonderful?"Percival Delaney kissed unutterable affirmation.
