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"A fine view," remarked Glazzard, as they came near to the great cliffs; "but the bridge spoils it, of course." "Do you think so? Not to my mind. I always welcome the signs of civilization." Glazzard looked at him with curiosity, and the speaker threw back his head in a self-conscious, conceited way. "Picturesqueness is all very well," he added, "but it very often means hardships to human beings.
Lilian coloured, and tried to speak in the same tone, but it was with difficulty that she used her voice at all. Glazzard's departure from Polterham promised her such relief of mind that she could not face him without a sense of shame. "Telegraph the result, if it is favourable," said Glazzard. "You shall have an address in time for that." "If it is favourable?
Wade, and Northway, indistinguishable from ordinary frequenters of the exhibition, was not far off. This gentleman had a reason for what he was doing; he wished to discover who Mr. "He is here already," said Mrs. Wade, as she joined Denzil. "Among the sculpture the inner room." "Then I shall follow you at a distance. Challenge that fellow to go up to Glazzard and address him as Mr. Marks."
"Willingly." "I have an idea. You remember the Coach and Horses over at Rickstead?" It was a fine old country inn, associated in their memories of boyhood with hare-and-hounds and other sportive excursions. Glazzard nodded. "Let us have a quiet dinner there; six-thirty can drive us back." Glazzard rejoined his relatives. Denzil, turning came face to face with Mr. Samuel Quarrier.
Better to inquire for Quarrier's house, and have a look at it." He did so, and it may be mentioned on his way passed the doors of the church in which at that moment Glazzard was being married. At about half-past ten he was in sight of the high wall surrounding Quarrier's garden; he approached the gate, and cautiously took a view of what was within, then walked to a little distance.
Serena began by asking, with a roguish look. "Pooh! What is such stuff to me?" "I knew I should tease you. What do you think of Mr. Quarrier's chances?" "Oh, he will be elected, no doubt." Glazzard spoke absently, his eyes on Serena's face, but seemingly not conscious of her expression. "I hope he will," she rejoined. "What! you hope so?" "Yes, I do. I am convinced he is the right man.
"What motive can there have been, do you think?" "Probably none, in the sense you mean." "Yes such a man must be mad." "I don't think that," said Glazzard, meditatively. "I can understand his doing it with no reason at all but the wish to see what would happen. No doubt he would have been standing somewhere in sight." "You can understand that?"
Glazzard turned away, and it seemed as if he would walk on. But he faced about again abruptly, laughed, held out his hand. "No, it is I who should apologize. I did lay a trap, and it was too bad. But I wished to know your real opinion." No one more pliable than Denzil. At once he took the hand that was offered and pressed it heartily. "I'm a blundering fellow.
"Not a bit!" Northway replied, obviously flattered. "You are a Conservative, then?" "Yes; I am Conservative. "Yes, I agree with that," said Northway, putting his head aside and drawing in his cheeks. Glazzard repressed a smile, and smoked for a moment. "What I want you to do," he continued, "is this. To-morrow, by an early train, you will go down to this borough I speak of.
Glazzard perceived clearly enough that the lawyer regarded this marriage just as Quarrier did, the pisaller of a disappointed and embarrassed man. There was no more interest in his career; he had sunk finally into the commonplace. At three o'clock he was at home again, and without occupation. The calendar on his writing-table reminded him that it was Thursday.
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