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I wonder if she'll be down to breakfast. She has very fetching eyes." But she was not down to breakfast, and nothing was said about her, so Sydney concluded that her meals were taken in the schoolroom with the children. "Such a pity poor dear Nan has a headache," he heard Lady Pynsent saying by and by.
Nan's been presented to-day, and there's a drawing-room tea going on a function of adoration to the dresses, I believe. The women will take it as a personal compliment if you come and admire them." Mentally, Sydney shrugged his shoulders. He had had enough of paying compliments to Miss Pynsent. But he saw that there was no help for it.
It was Pynsent who spoke, and the others were always ready to lend him their ears when he evidently wanted to be listened to. "The main thing is to get hold of the Whigs, and work at them quietly and steadily until the time comes to strike our blow. The great Houses are safe, almost to a man.
Sir John Pynsent had always known that he was not likely to possess the management of it for long, and the next best thing was that it should be utilized for a member of the Conservative party, one of his own special connection, whose future career he should be able to watch over and promote. Campion must clearly understand that he owed his position and prospects to the Pynsents.
There was a social side to Sydney's success which he was not slow to appreciate. A poor and ambitious man, bent on climbing the ladder of promotion, he was willing to avail himself of every help which came in his way. And Sir John Pynsent was good-naturedly ready to give him a helping hand.
"His estates lie on the other side of the river, near the lodge-gate. He is my cousin, and I live there." "Where?" asked Mr. Pynsent, with a laugh. "Why, on the other side of the river, at Fairoaks," answered Miss Bell. "Many pheasants there? Cover looks rather good," said the simple gentleman. Laura smiled again. "We have nine hens and a cock, a pig, and an old pointer."
"At the best of times, I should never have had much chance. There are a good many reasons against it now." And it was with a slight shade upon his brow that he dismissed the matter from his mind and applied himself to business. He need not have troubled himself. When he went to dine in Eaton Square, Miss Pynsent was absent. She had gone to spend the evening with a friend.
Pen behaved very courteously to the pair, now that they have found their way into his quarters; and though he recollected with some twinges a conversation at Oxbridge, when Pynsent was present, and in which after a great debate at the Union, and in the midst of considerable excitement produced by a supper and champagne-cup, he had announced his intention of coming in for his native county, and had absolutely returned thanks in a fine speech as the future member; yet Mr.
After which, there was no more talk of visits from her husband, and Sydney had to resign himself to obtaining news of her from the doctor and the nurses, who, he fancied, looked at him askance, as blaming him in their hearts for his wife's illness. "I can't make Nan out," said Lady Pynsent to him one day.
"What hard lines!" said Tom Willoughby. "Just one pledge too many!" "And so," continued Pynsent, without noticing the interruption, "we have had to look out for another candidate. I settled the matter this afternoon, and I am glad to say that Campion has promised to go down."