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The farmer was pointing a stubby finger to a photograph, beneath which was written Stephen Aylmore, Esq., M.P. for Brookminster. Spargo, keenly observant and watchful, felt, rather than saw, Breton start; he himself preserved an imperturbable equanimity. He gave a mere glance at the photograph to which Mr. Webster was pointing. "Oh!" he said. "That he?"
So if you don't mind butting into a baby-show we'll run down. It's only the younger bunch from Hitherwood House and Brookminster. What do you say, Phil?" Selwyn said that he would go hesitating before consenting. A curious feeling of age and grayness had suddenly come over him a hint of fatigue, of consciousness that much of life lay behind him.
She nodded toward the west: "The Minsters are on the way to Brookminster, the Orchils have already arrived at Hitherwood House, and the coachmen and horses were housed at Southlawn last night. I rather dread the dinners and country formality that always interfere with the jolly times we have; but it will be rather good fun at the bathing-beach. . . . Do you swim well? But of course you do."
Stephen Aylmore, M.P. for the Brookminster Division, as the ci-devant Stephen Ainsworth, ex-convict, once upon a time founder and secretary of the Hearth and Home Mutual Benefit Society, the headquarters of which had been at Cloudhampton, in Daleshire; the fall of which had involved thousands of honest working folk in terrible distress if not in absolute ruin.
Spargo's fingers went instinctively to one of a number of books of reference which stood on his desk: they turned with practised swiftness to a page over which his eye ran just as swiftly. He read aloud: "AYLMORE, STEPHEN, M.P. for Brookminster since 1910. Residences: 23, St. Osythe Court, Kensington: Buena Vista, Great Marlow. Member Atlantic and Pacific and City Venturers' Clubs.
Selwyn flushed a little but went on cutting the pages of the magazine. When he had finished he flattened the pages between both covers, and said, without raising his eyes: "I'm sorry that crowd is to be in evidence." "They always are and always will be," smiled his sister. He looked up at her: "Do you mean that anybody else is a guest at Brookminster?" "Yes, Phil." "Alixe?" "Yes."
He had nearly finished cutting the leaves of the magazine before she spoke, mentioning the fact of Rosamund Fane's arrival at the Minsters' house, Brookminster. The slightest frown gathered and passed from her brother's sun-bronzed forehead, but he made no comment. "Mr. Neergard is a guest, too," she observed. "What?" exclaimed Selwyn, in disgust. "Yes; he came ashore with the Fanes."
Stephen Aylmore, the member for Brookminster." Rathbury expressed his feelings in a sharp whistle. "I know him!" he said. "Of course I remember Mrs. Walters's description now. But his is a familiar type tall, grey-bearded, well-dressed. Um! well, we'll have to see Mr. Aylmore at once." "I've seen him," said Spargo. "Naturally! For you see, Mrs. Walters gave me a bit more evidence.
Selwyn turned on him an astonished gaze: "Are you afraid of that whelp?" "Yes," muttered the boy "I I'll explain later. But don't force things now, I beg you." Mrs. Ruthven coolly leaned over and spoke to Gerald in a low voice; then, to Selwyn, she said with a smile: "Rosamund and I are going to Brookminster, anyway, so you and Gerald need not wait. . . . And thank you for coming over.
"When I was here as a boy there were no fine estates, no great houses, no country clubs, no game preserves only a few fishermen's hovels along the Bay of Shoals, and Frigate Light yonder. . . . Then Austin built Silverside out of a much simpler, grand-paternal bungalow; then came Sanxon Orchil and erected Hitherwood House on the foundations of his maternal great-grandfather's cabin; and then the others came; the Minsters built gorgeous Brookminster you can just make out their big summer palace that white spot beyond Surf Point! and then the Lawns came and built Southlawn; and, beyond, the Siowitha people arrived on scout, land-hungry and rich; and the tiny hamlet of Wyossett grew rapidly into the town it now is.
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