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So the familiar bills were once more posted about the streets, and once more the Tory canvassers urged men to vote for Welwyn-Baker in the name of Church and State. Mr. Mumbray shut himself up in the room known as his "study." Mrs. Mumbray stormed at her servants, wrangled with her children, and from her husband held apart in sour contempt feeble, pompous creature that he was!
To-day the talk was principally on that recent addition to Polterham society, Mrs. Denzil Quarrier. "I haven't seen her yet," said Mrs. Mumbray, with her air of superiority. "They say she is pretty but rather childish." "But what is this mystery about the marriage?" inquired a lady who had just entered, and who threw herself upon the subject with eagerness. She is English, I think?"
"Remarkable," he said, smiling to the Mayoress, "how patiently women in general support this ancient yoke of tyranny!" Mrs. Mumbray looked at him with condescending eyes, in doubt as to his real meaning. Her husband, ponderously literal, answered in his head-voice: "I fail to recognize the grievance. How do you do, Mr. Lovett? I am conscious of no tyranny." "But that is just what Mr.
Mumbray was looking on, trying to determine who the gentleman might be. Glazzard, desirous of presentation to the Mayor, gave Ivy a glance, and she, with much nervousness, uncertain whether she might do such a thing, said to her friend's father: "I think, Mr. Mumbray, you don't know my uncle, Mr. Eustace Glazzard?" "Ha! very glad to meet you, Mr. Glazzard.
Not one penny more shall you receive until you have learnt to behave yourself!" "We'll see about that," replied Raglan, with finished coolness; and, folding his newspaper, he walked off. Nor did the hour of dinner see his return. The expected guests arrived; it was not strictly a dinner-party, but, as Mr. Mumbray described it, "a quiet evening ong fammil." The Rev.
But the skating was admirable." "I never knew Mrs. Wade so complimentary," remarked old Mr. Toft. "I expected half an hour's diatribe, 'the rapt oration flowing free, as Tennyson says. You have taught her good manners." Down in the hall was proceeding an animated conversazione. In one group stood the Mayor and his wife, Miss Mumbray, and Ivy Glazzard.
"I do, Miss Mumbray," replied the clergyman, sternly. "Intemperance does not necessarily imply drunkenness. It is intemperate to enter public-houses at all hours and in all places, even if the liquor partaken of has no obvious effect upon the gait or speech of the drinker. I maintain" "Mr. Quarrier does not go about as you would have us believe." "Serena!" interfered her mother.
When Eustace Glazzard began to present himself at the house, Mr. Mumbray welcomed the significant calls. From his point of view, Serena could not do better than marry a man of honourable name, who would remove her to London. Out of mere contrariety, Mrs.
Mumbray glared and breathed hard, her spacious bosom working like a troubled sea. "Your behaviour astonishes me! after what you heard Mr. Vialls say." "Mr. Vialls is an ignorant and foolish man," remarked Serena, without looking up. Then did the mother's rage burst forth without restraint, eloquent, horrisonous. As if to save her ears, Serena went to the piano and began to play.
The theatre was discussed, Mr. Vialls assailing it as a mere agent of popular corruption. On the mention of the name of Shakespeare, Mr. Mumbray exclaimed: "Shakespeare needs a great deal of expurgating. But some of his plays teach a good lesson, I think. There is 'I read Romeo and Juliet, for instance." Glazzard looked up in surprise.
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