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The ministerial journals rang with exulting paeans; the opposition ones called the electors of C all manner of hard names, and declared that Mr. Stout, Lord Staunch's opponent, would petition which he never did. In the midst of the hubbub, Mr. Lumley Ferrers quietly and unobservedly crept into the representation of Three-Oaks.
"Humph!" said the host. There was another silence. Lumley was a man, as we have said, or implied before, of great knowledge of human nature, at least the ordinary sort of it, and he now revolved in his mind the various courses it might be wise to pursue towards his rich relation.
He could not confide to Ferrers what had passed between him and Valerie. Lumley was too hard for a confidant in matters where the heart was at all concerned. In fact, in high spirits, and in the midst of frivolous adventures, Ferrers was charming. But in sadness, or in the moments of deep feeling, Ferrers was one whom you would wish out of the way.
So I drove and shopped and visited with Mrs. Lumley nay, I was even permitted as a great favour to dine with her on one or two occasions, Aunt Deborah only stipulating that there should be no male addition to the party except Mr. Lumley himself, or, as the lady of the house termed him, "her old man." I confess I liked the "old man," and so I think in her own way did his wife.
Nay, he thought it would be wise to pick a quarrel with him, if possible, as the best means of banishing a supposed rival from the house of his noble relation, Lord Saxingham. But no opportunity for that step presented itself; so Lumley kept a fit of convenient rudeness, or an impromptu sarcasm, in reserve, if ever it should be wanted.
Lumley hinted darkly; but would not speak out: be more frank." "I cannot: it would be treachery to Maltravers, cruelty to you; yet would it be cruel?" "No, it would not; it would be kindness and mercy; show me the letter you have it with you." "You could not bear it; you would hate me for the pain it would give you. Let me depart." "Man, you wrong Maltravers. I see it now.
"/Borachio./ Not honestly, my lord; but so covertly, that no dishonesty shall appear in me, my lord." /Much Ado about Nothing/. FERRERS and Cesarini were both sitting over their wine, and both had sunk into silence, for they had only one subject in common, when a note was brought to Lumley from Lady Florence. "This is lucky enough!" said he, as he read it.
"Yes, sir, fast enough. I think, if the fog were to clear away, they would haul down their colors." "Not till the last, depend upon it," replied Captain Lumley. "Fire away there, on the main-deck, give them no time to take breath. Mr. Campbell, tell the second lieutenant to let the foremost lower deck guns be pointed more aft.
It was one of those dilemmas out of which Lumley was just the man to extricate himself with address. There was so much manly frankness in his manner, there was so much crafty subtlety in his mind! He complained, with proud and honest bitterness, of the construction that had been forced upon his words by the Opposition.
On arriving at Knaresdean, Lumley found Lord Saxingham and some other politicians, who had arrived the preceding day, closeted with Lord Raby; and Vargrave, who shone to yet greater advantage in the diplomacy of party management than in the arena of parliament, brought penetration, energy, and decision to timid and fluctuating counsels.
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