“I’ll remember,” I said.

“Are you ready?” I nodded and together we mounted the stairs to his apartment.

My mother rapped on the door. His rather high-pitched voice bade us enter.

He was seated in a chair wearing his mulberry velvet coat and smoking cap. He rose as we entered. “Come in, Mrs. Lindsay,” he said.

“Here is my daughter,” she said unnecessarily, for his eyes were already on me.

He nodded.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lindsay.” Then to me, “Pray sit down, Miss Lindsay.”

My mother stood hesitantly for a moment and then left us. I took the chair that he indicated and he sat down in the one he was occupying as we entered.

“I have been aware of you since you came to my house,” he said.

“Yes,” I answered.

“So you knew.”

“I thought I saw you looking at me from your windows.”

He smiled. My frankness seemed to amuse him.

“How old are you, Miss Lindsay?”

“I shall be seventeen in September.”

“It’s not a very great age is it?”

“In a year I shall be eighteen.”

“Ah, that is what we are coming to. Now we will have some tea.” He clapped his hands and as if by magic Ling Fu appeared.

Mr. Sylvester Milner said something to him in what I later learned was Cantonese. Ling Fu bowed and was gone.

“You think it strange that I should have a Chinese servant. Miss Lindsay, because you have never known anyone to have a Chinese servant before. Is that so?” He did not wait for an answer. “The fact is it is not strange at all. It is very natural. I spend a great deal of my life in China—in Hong Kong chiefly and there it is normal to be Chinese. I have a house there. You will have heard that I am away from this house for months at a time. Well then I am in my other house. What do you know of Hong Kong, Miss Lindsay?”

I racked my brains. I did not want to appear to be an ignoramus. I desperately wanted to seem intelligent in his eyes. I felt this was very necessary to my future. “I believe it is an island off the coast of China. It is a British protectorate I think.”

He nodded. “The British flag,” he said, “was first hoisted at Possession Point in January 1841. The island was merely a barren point then. There was hardly a house on it. That has changed in forty-five years. It is very different now. The end of the Opium War put us in possession as it were. What do you know of the Opium War, Miss Lindsay?”

I said I knew nothing.

“You will have to learn. I think you will find it interesting. We are a great trading nation. How do you think we have become great? We became great through trade. Never despise it. It brings the good life to so many. I doubt not you have noble ideas of the flag, eh. It floats over Canada, India, Hong Kong… and that makes you proud. But who put the flag there? The traders. Miss Lindsay. That is something you must never lose sight of. China went to war with us in 1840, forty six years ago, because we supplied opium which we brought from India to China. We were wrong you would say. We introduced many to the drug. Yes, it was wrong. It was bad trade but even that brought work and wealth to some. One of the things you will have to learn is that there is never only one side to any question. There are always many. Life would be very simple if there were but one. We should all know exactly what to do because there would be the right and the wrong. But nothing is wholly right nothing wholly wrong. That is why we make our blunders. Here is the tea.”

The teapot was blue with a gold dragon engraved on it, the cups were of the same design. Silently Ling Fu disappeared. Mr. Sylvester Milner poured out the tea.

“China tea, Miss Lindsay. So much in this house has a Chinese flavor as I am sure with your desire for knowledge you have already discovered.”

He handed me a cup of tea and from a barrel with the same blue and gold dragon design a finger of a biscuit which tasted of honey and nuts. I did not believe it was Mrs. Couch’s making.

“I trust the tea is to your liking.”

I said it was, although it was very different from the thick brew which was served in Mrs. Couch’s kitchen.

“I have been going back and forth to China since I was fifteen years old, Miss Lindsay, a little younger than you are now. That is thirty years ago. A lifetime… when one is seventeen, eh.”

“It seems a very long time.”

“One can learn a great deal in thirty years. I am a merchant. My father was a merchant before me. I in due course inherited his business. I have never married so I have no son to follow me. Every man hopes for a son. Every king wants an heir. The King is dead. Long live the King, eh Miss Lindsay.”

“That is certainly so.”

“I know that you will have deduced by now that I am forty-five years of age.” There was a slight twinkle in his eyes. “A young lady as eager for knowledge as yourself would immediately have seen that. Pray do not feel uncomfortable. I have no patience with the incurious. What can they learn about life and what can anyone know without learning? I am going to confide in you because you are interested in everything around you. You could not resist looking into the forbidden room. Well, Miss Lindsay, you are Eve. You have eaten of the tree of knowledge and now must take the consequences.”

For a moment I thought he was going to tell me we were dismissed, and this was after all a kind of slow torture. I had read somewhere that the Chinese practiced this and as he had talked so much about China, this could be his way of telling me.

His next words dispersed that fear. “You and I, I believe, could be very useful to each other.”

“How, Mr. Milner?” I asked.

“I am coming to that. I am a merchant whose business is to buy and sell. During my visits to China and my travels throughout the world and in this country I discover rare and valuable objects. I sell them all over the world. I have many collectors who are waiting to see what I have discovered. You have peeped into my little museum. Some of these pieces are worth a great deal of money. Some I sell at a large profit, others for a small profit, and some I cannot bear to part with. My collection necessarily changes. Sometimes it is more valuable than at others, but it is always worth a great deal of money. But at all times it represents business. What pleasure there is in handling these beautiful objects it may well be that you will one day understand. Allow me to refill your cup.”

He did so and I ate more of the honey and nut fingers. He smiled at me with what I felt to be approval.

“I see that you are… adaptable,” he said. “That is good. Now I come to the purpose of this meeting. I need a secretary. Now when I say a secretary I do not mean someone who will merely write at my dictation. It is more than that I need. I need someone who is prepared to learn something about the goods I handle. You see, the person I am looking for would have to have very special qualities. Do you begin to understand me?” he asked.

“I think so.”

“And what do you think of this proposition?”

I could not hide my excitement. “I could learn, you mean, about these precious things, I could really be of use to you?”

He nodded. “I have been talking to your mother about your future. When I found you in my showroom you were holding the yarrow sticks. Do you know what yarrow sticks are?”

“No. But I remember the sticks.”

“They fascinated you, I expect. They tell the future to those who can understand their message. They told me that your life was in some way linked with mine.”

“These sticks told you that. But how…?”

“When you have learned more of the ways of the East you will not be skeptical. The power of yarrow sticks has been known for thousands of years. I laid out the sticks after you had gone and I was looking to see how significant your presence was going to be in this house. Was it to be of importance? The answer was Yes.”

“A sort of fortune telling,” I said.

He smiled at me. “I think you will be an apt pupil.”

“When shall I start?”

“When you have finished with your education. That will be in a year or so. In the meantime I wish you to study the books I will give you. They will teach you how to recognize great works of art.”

“I shall come home for my holidays as I’ve been doing, shall I? And learn here?”

“In this house,” he said. “You shall have a key to my showroom. You will study the objects there and learn how to recognize value. You will learn too something of how my business is conducted. Your mother has told me that there is no provision for you from your father’s family and it will be necessary for you to earn a living. As what? A governess? A companion? What else is there for a young lady of our times? This will be different. I offer you a chance to learn, a look into the fascinating world of Art. What do you say?”

“I say I want to do this, I want to do it very much indeed. Couldn’t I leave school and start now?”

He laughed. “Now that would not be possible. First you must finish your education. Then you have an apprenticeship to serve. Fortunately that apprenticeship can be served while you are still at school. In your holidays you can study the books I give you to read and you can see some of the most wonderful treasures to come out of China.”

“I knew it was a lucky day when we came here. It is going to be wonderful.”

“You cannot look too far into the future,” he said. “I must tell you that I am the head of a very successful and profitable business. You know the nature of it. I buy and sell. Because of my knowledge of Art and of the country from which it comes I know how to buy at the right prices. And those who are interested in building up valuable collections know they can trust me. My father was a great trader; he ranged the world but was more often in China. He left the business to his sons of whom I was the eldest. We should have worked amicably together but there were differences and we split up. We became to a certain extent rivals, which was inevitable. I was the more successful. It was a somewhat uneasy situation. I don’t think my brother Redmond ever got over his disappointment that I was the one to whom my father bequeathed The House of a Thousand Lanterns.”