<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XII</h2></div>
<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">We</span> were more comfortable in the royal
apartments than might have been expected.
Mr. Hemster had brought his own
cook with him, together with the Japanese boy to wait
on us, and he had also taken the precaution to bring a
week’s provisions, so that in spite of the primitive arrangements
of the kitchen placed at our disposal we
fared very much as usual so far as the cuisine was concerned.
The officials made no complaint at this reflection
on their hospitality; in fact, they rather relished
our foresight, because, as Hun Woe admitted with
great simplicity, it enabled them to charge our keep to
the royal exchequer and yet incur no expense in providing
for us. A system which admits of collection
and no disbursements is heavenly to a Corean official.
We were probably at the outset the most popular party
that had ever lodged in the royal Palace.</p>
<p>Our first dilemma arose, not through any interference
from the officers of the Court, but because of certain
objections which Miss Gertrude Hemster herself
promulgated. The Prime Minister did us great honour
in offering to coach us personally regarding the
etiquette that surrounds the approach to the throne. It
seemed that both Emperor and Empress were to receive<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_133">133</SPAN></span>
us in state, and the moment we came in sight of
their Majesties we were to turn our faces aside, as if
dazzled by the magnificence before us and the glory
conferred upon us march a dozen steps to the left, turn
again, march a dozen steps to the right, bowing extremely
low at each evolution, advancing, with great
caution and humility, never more than two steps forward
at a time, approaching the throne by a series of
crab-like movements and coming very gradually forward,
zigzag fashion, until we stood with heads humbly
inclined before the two potentates. My translation
of all this caused great hilarity on the part of Miss
Hemster, and she quite shocked the genial Prime Minister
by giving way to peal after peal of laughter. After
all, he was a dignified man and did not regard the
ceremony as a joke, which appeared to be the way it
presented itself to the young lady.</p>
<p>“I’m not going through any of that nonsense,” she
exclaimed. “Does he think I intend to make a Wild
West show of myself? If he does, he’s mistaken. I’ll
proceed right up to the Emperor and shake hands with
him, and if he doesn’t like it he can lump it. You
translate that to him, Mr. Tremorne.”</p>
<p>I intimated respectfully to the young woman that
Court etiquette was Court etiquette, and that everything
would be much more simple if we fell in with the
ways of the country. This marching and counter-marching
was no more absurd than our own way of
shaking hands, or the Pacific Island method of salutation
by rubbing noses.</p>
<p>“‘When in Rome do as the Romans do,’” I suggested;<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_134">134</SPAN></span>
but this expostulation had no effect whatever
upon the determined young person, who became more
and more set in her own way from the fact that her
father quietly agreed with me. Furthermore, when she
learned that there were no chairs in the Royal reception-room,
she proclaimed that her Japanese attendant
must carry a chair for her; because, if the Royal pair
were seated, she insisted on being seated also. I was
to tell “His Nibs,”—by which expression she referred
to the smiling Prime Minister,—that she belonged to
sovereign America, and therefore was as much an Empress
in her own right as the feminine Majesty of
Corea.</p>
<p>“Miss Hemster,” said I, “I don’t know whether
what you wish can be accomplished or not; but in any
case it is sure to cause considerable delay, and, furthermore,
it will probably cost your father a very large
sum of money.”</p>
<p>I speedily saw that I would better have preserved silence.
The young lady drew herself up with great
dignity and flashed upon me a glance of withering indignation.</p>
<p>“Will you oblige me by minding your own business?”
she asked harshly. “Your duty is to obey orders,
and not to question them.”</p>
<p>To this, of course, no reply was possible, so I contented
myself by bowing to her, and, turning to Hun
Woe, who stood smiling first at one and then at the
other of us, not understanding even the drift of our
conversation, but evidently growing somewhat uneasy
at the tone it was taking, I translated to him as well as<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_135">135</SPAN></span>
I could what Miss Hemster had said, softening the
terms as much as possible, and laying great stress on
her exalted position in her own country, of which land
the Prime Minister was enormously ignorant.</p>
<p>Hun Woe became extremely grave; and his smile,
unlike that in the advertisement, at once “came off.”</p>
<p>“If the strenuous Empress of China,” said I, “arrived
at Seoul on a visit, she would certainly be received
by His Majesty as an equal, and would not need
to go through the ceremony of advance which you have
so graphically described. Now this Princess,” I continued,
“holds herself to be of a rank superior to the
Empress of China, and is considered of higher status
by her own countrymen.”</p>
<p>The Prime Minister very solemnly shook his head
and seemed much disquieted.</p>
<p>“Her father,” I continued earnestly, and in a measure
truthfully, “maintains a much larger fleet than
China possesses, and his private war-ship, now in the
waters of Corea, is grander than anything that empire
ever beheld, much less owned. His territories are vast.
Thousands of people,—yes, millions,—pay tribute to
him. He has waged commercial war against those
who dared to dispute his authority, and has invariably
defeated them. His revenue exceeds that of the kingdom
of Corea twice over, so is it likely,—I put it to
you as man to man,—that such a potentate will consent
to the dozen steps this way, and the dozen steps
that? His only daughter is the Crown Princess, and
will be heiress to all his powers and emoluments. I
pray you, therefore, put this matter in its right light before<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_136">136</SPAN></span>
His Majesty of Corea, and I can assure you, if you
succeed, your own income will be largely augmented.”</p>
<p>This speech undoubtedly impressed the Premier,
who bowed low to Mr. Hemster and his daughter time
and again as I went on. The girl’s anger had subsided
as quickly as it had risen, and she watched us both intently,
seeming at first to doubt that I translated accurately
what I had been so curtly ordered to say; but
as our conversation went on the increasing deference
of the Prime Minister showed that I was at least doing
my best. The old gentleman, too, regarded us
shrewdly from under his bushy eyebrows, but seemed
rather tired of the game, as if it were not worth such
a pow-wow. He evidently wished to get the whole
thing over as quickly as possible, and return to the
comforts of his yacht, and in this I entirely sympathized
with him.</p>
<p>The Prime Minister replied that he would present
the new facts before His Majesty, and averred that if
they had the same effect upon the Emperor of Corea
as they had produced upon the Prime Minister the impediment
would be speedily removed. He assured me
I could count on his utmost endeavours to find a solution
for the unexpected exigency, and I was well
aware that my tale would not decrease in the retelling.
With many and most profound obeisances to the two
Western grandees, the Prime Minister took his departure,
and I accompanied him outside, where I made
him a payment on a gold basis.</p>
<p>The Royal audience had been appointed for two
o’clock of the afternoon on the day succeeding our arrival<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_137">137</SPAN></span>
at Seoul, but this new question that had arisen
caused the ceremony to be postponed, much to my annoyance,
for I knew the habitual delay of these people,
especially where money was in question, and I feared
that the inconvenient assumption of dignity on the part
of the young woman might land us in trouble of which
neither she nor her father had the least appreciation.
I communicated my fears of delay and complications to
the old gentleman when I got him alone, hoping he
might use his influence with his daughter to modify
what seemed to me her ill-timed assertion of high rank;
but Mr. Hemster, though a resourceful man in every
other direction, always proved a broken reed so far as
his daughter was concerned, and he pathetically admitted
his inability to curb either her actions or her
words.</p>
<p>“All we can do, Mr. Tremorne,” he said, “is to
fork over the cash. Don’t you spare it. I can see
very well you are handling this situation as expertly as
a ward politician. You’re all right. If you can talk
to this here King as you talked to his Prime Minister,
I think you’ll fix up the thing in five minutes, and remember
this is a game of bluff in which there is no
limit. I don’t restrict you in the cash you spend, so
go ahead.”</p>
<p>And this indeed proved to be the way out of the
muddle, although I explained to him that too lavish
distribution of cash was not without its own danger.
But at this juncture a message arrived to the effect
that the Prime Minister wished to see me, and I at once
departed to learn what had been the outcome of his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_138">138</SPAN></span>
mediation. I found that he had made little progress,
but by a curious coincidence he put forth the same suggestion
previously offered by Mr. Hemster. He had
arranged a conference for me with the King, and advised
me, as Mr. Hemster had done, to lay it on thick.
Hun Woe was somewhat encouraged by the orders he
had received from his royal master in regard to my
audience. The King would receive me entirely alone;
not even his Prime Minister was to be present. From
this condition Hun Woe surmised I was to be successful
in my quest, and I was well aware that this unwitnessed
reception of me was as much contrary to Corean
customs as was the proposal Miss Hemster had made.</p>
<p>I saw his Majesty in one of the private apartments
of the Palace, and speedily realized that he did not care
a rap what honours belonged to Mr. Hemster. The
sinister, shifty eyes of his Majesty were filled with
greed. Never was there such a picture of avarice presented
to me as the countenance of the King showed.
His claw-like hands had been withdrawn from the
voluminous bell sleeves of his robe of red silk and yellow
gold, and were twitching nervously on the table
before him. His tremulous attitude of uneasy eagerness
reminded me of the Miser in the “Chimes of Normandy.”
Impatiently he waved aside the recital touching
the claims of my employer to the most-favoured-monarch
treatment, and gasped out the Corean equivalent
for “How much, how much?”</p>
<p>A tangible object-lesson is better than talk even in
the Orient; so, bringing my eloquence to an abrupt
conclusion, I drew from my pocket another bag of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139">139</SPAN></span>
gold, similar in weight to the one I had previously
presented to him, and, seeing he was impatient for
touch as well as for sight, undid the string and poured
the stream of shining metal discs before him on the
table. He thrust his vibrant hands among the coins,
and gave utterance to a low guttural sound of satisfaction
which resembled the noise made by a pig thrusting
its snout into a trough of slops, rather than any exclamation
I had ever before heard from human lips. I
assured him that no word of all this would be spoken
by me, and promised that as soon as the conference
was safely over on the terms that Miss Hemster and
her father had laid down, a similar amount would be
privately paid to his Royal self in an equally secret
manner; and so my mission terminated in a glorious
success, and it was arranged that the reception should
take place the next day at two o’clock. The process
was costly, but effective; and effectiveness, after all,
was the main thing.</p>
<p>I reported my victory to Mr. Hemster and his daughter,
and almost immediately after this the Prime Minister
came in to offer his congratulations. The good
man had seen his royal master for a few moments, and
was evidently delighted that everything was going on
so smoothly. It meant money in his pocket, and he
was becoming rich with a celerity which left stock-exchange
speculations far in the rear. He had received
his commands regarding next day’s reception,
and the Emperor had been pleased to order that the
audience should take place in the same room where I
had seen him, with none of the nobles of the Court<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_140">140</SPAN></span>
present except the Prime Minister. This was a good
example of his Majesty’s craftiness. The Premier
already knew that the etiquette of the Court was to
be put aside for the occasion; but the monarch
had no desire for further witnesses, and was evidently
not going to set a precedent in the realm of
Corea that might produce inconvenient consequences
thereafter.</p>
<p>I had had little opportunity of talking with Miss
Stretton since the night of our walk on deck,—the
night of the proposal, as I called it to myself, as amidst
all these negotiations I kept continually thinking of it.
Without exactly avoiding me, Miss Stretton never
seemed to be alone, and although very rarely I caught
a glance of her eye I had no opportunity of private
speech with her. She kept very much in the background
and was more than usually quiet and
thoughtful.</p>
<p>We had dinner early that night, somewhere about
six o’clock, for there were neither candles nor lamps in
the Palace, and if we waited until nightfall we had to
“grope,” as Mr. Hemster termed it. In spite of the
success of her plans, Miss Hemster was distinctly
snappy at dinner, if I may use such a term regarding a
person so beautiful. She shut me up most effectually
when I ventured a little harmless general conversation,
and I think she made Miss Stretton feel more than
usual the bitterness of a dependent’s bread. Mr. Hemster
said nothing. I could see the poor old gentleman
was hankering for a daily paper, and from my soul I
felt sorry for him as he listened with the utmost patience<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_141">141</SPAN></span>
to the querulous fault-findings of his lovely
daughter.</p>
<p>Toward the end of dinner something that was said
did not please the young lady, and she rose abruptly
and left the table, with a gesture of queenly disapproval
of us all. Anger appeared to fill her as electricity
fills an accumulator, and until the battery was
discharged we never knew who would suffer the next
shock. When the young woman’s ill-temper had been
aroused by my opposition earlier in the day, perhaps
we would have spent a pleasanter evening if it had
been allowed to run its course. But as it was checked
by her interest in the negotiations it now filtered out
in very palpable discontent. When Miss Stretton arose
to leave I took the liberty of begging her to remain.</p>
<p>“I should like very much,” I said, “to show you the
light on Nam-san.”</p>
<p>“And what is the light on Nam-san?” she asked,
pausing with her hand on the back of the chair.</p>
<p>“Beacons are lighted all along the coast of Corea,
on the mountain tops,” I replied, “so that peak calls
to peak, as it were; and the last one to be lit is that
on Nam-san, which is the name of the highest mountain
near Seoul. They kindle it at eight o’clock, and
its blazing up shows that the kingdom of Corea is
safe and at peace with the world.”</p>
<p>“Very well,” said Miss Stretton after a pause; “I
will return here about ten minutes to eight.”</p>
<p>She was as good as her word, and we took a stroll
together in the great courtyard of the Palace, which is
a city within a city. The gates of the Palace grounds<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_142">142</SPAN></span>
were now closed and guarded, and we could not have
got out into Seoul if we had wished to do so. But it
was all very still and pleasant in the broad square surrounded
by the low, strangely roofed buildings that
constituted the Palace. We saw the beacon light flash
out and then die away. I cannot remember that we
talked much, but there was a calm and soothing sense
of comradeship between us that was very comforting.
She told me, when I had tried to warn her against expecting
too much on seeing the Emperor next day,
that she did not intend to accompany our party, and I
suspected that she had been ordered to remain away.
Moreover I could see that she was very tired of it all,
and, like Mr. Hemster, wished herself back in her own
country.</p>
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