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A few days after this had been arranged, in the interval between Lord Brentford's invitation and Lord Brentford's dinner, Phineas encountered Mr. Kennedy so closely in one of the passages of the House that it was impossible that they should not speak to each other, unless they were to avoid each other as people do who have palpably quarrelled. Phineas saw that Mr.

On the Sunday afternoon Phineas went to Lord Brentford's in Portman Square, intending to say a word or two about Lord Chiltern, and meaning also to induce, if possible, the Cabinet Minister to take part with him against the magistrates, having a hope also, in which he was not disappointed, that he might find Lady Laura Kennedy with her father.

I never had a child of my own to kiss me." She stooped down and kissed him again and again, and he felt her hot tears upon his face. "You have a tender heart, my dear," he said, gently. "Good-by, Grace Grace Brentford's child. Dear Grace, when we meet again perhaps all tears will be wiped from your eyes forever." She stole away exhausted and almost despairing.

"You may send one to Mr. Finn, certainly." "I don't know that he is very nice," said Augusta Boreham, whose eyes at Saulsby had been sharper perhaps than her mother's, and who had her suspicions. But Lady Baldock did not like interference from her daughter. "Mr. Finn, certainly," she continued. "They tell me that he is a very rising young man, and he sits for Lord Brentford's borough.

Bunce thought that his lodger was very wrong to sit for Lord Brentford's borough, subjects were sometimes touched which were a little galling to Phineas. Touching this promotion, Bunce had nothing but condolement to offer to the new junior lord.

"But a man in London, my lord " "Why the deuce would he go to London? By-the-bye, what am I to do about the borough now?" "Let my son stand for it, if you will, my lord." "They've clean swept away Brentford's seat at Loughton, haven't they? Ha, ha, ha! What a nice game for him, to have been forced to help to do it himself!

Could he, an ardent reformer, a reformer at heart, could he say that such a borough as Loughton should be spared; that the arrangement by which Shortribs and Grating had sent him to Parliament, in obedience to Lord Brentford's orders, was in due accord with the theory of a representative legislature? In what respect had Gatton and Old Sarum been worse than Loughton?

That was the question which he tried to decide as he walked home from Bedford Square to Great Marlborough Street. He could not answer the question satisfactorily, and went to bed an unhappy man. He must at any rate go to Lord Brentford's dinner on Wednesday, and, to enable him to join in the conversation there, must attend the debates on Monday and Tuesday.

In the first hour after receiving Lord Brentford's letter, the idea of becoming a Lord of the Treasury was almost displeasing to him. He had an idea that junior lordships of the Treasury were generally bestowed on young members whom it was convenient to secure, but who were not good at doing anything. There was a moment in which he thought that he would refuse to be made a junior lord.

"I don't see why she shouldn't come," said Lady Baldock; "a mere country clergyman's daughter!" "Julius Cæsar Conway; a great friend of mine, and therefore he always blackballs my other friends at the club. Lord Chiltern; I thought you were at daggers drawn with Chiltern." "They say he is going to be reconciled to his father, Gustavus, and I do it for Lord Brentford's sake.