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Nasmyth remembered Acton's manner when he had mentioned his acquaintance with his companion, and one or two things he had said. "No," he said, "not exactly that. I merely mentioned certain privileges." "Then, what's to stop me or anybody going right down to Victoria and buying the whole thing up to-morrow?"
When he's right up against it, he'll stiffen himself and fight, but when the strain slackens a little his kind are apt to let go too easily." This, as a matter of fact, was more or less correct, but Mrs. Acton's intention was not to discuss Nasmyth's character, and she smiled at her husband. "Well," she announced; "I expect you to take a hand in the thing."
"In that case," she said, "I should, of course, be sorry to keep you away from him." Nasmyth gazed at her curiously, but he did not reply. He went away from her. A few minutes later when he entered Acton's room he was attired in conventional fashion. His host shook hands with him, and then leaned back in a chair, waiting for him to speak, which he did with a trace of diffidence.
Phil's selection of the Eleven was in every way satisfactory, and his score for first wicket had made St. Amory's safe from defeat, but, despite all, his unpopularity was pronounced. The election was going to take place in a week, and Mivart, thanks to Acton's careful "nursing," was evidently going to romp home in the election with something like a sixteen to four majority.
All the same, I would not dog Acton's footsteps quite so much." "He's a monitor." "Who'll make you useful. Take my word for it." "We'll see." "Oh! Certainly we shall." Jack was thoroughly unhinged by his brother's dry bantering tone, and said hotly "I cannot understand, Phil, why he didn't get his cap. He deserved it." "There's no need for you to understand it, young 'un." "My opinion is "
Pretty Leslie, back from a summer's idling with Aunt Annie and the little boys, in California and Hawaii, had found Acton's admiration waiting for her, with all the other joys of her débutante winter. And even the critical Aunt Annie had to admit that the little minx was managing the whole matter with consummate skill.
She set about her plans that evening, when she invaded Acton's smoking-room, and her husband listened to her with a little dry smile. "I guess this is about the first time I have ever known you to do a real foolish thing," he observed. "Well," said Mrs. Acton, "it is, perhaps, to my credit that I have done one now. Anyway, I like the man." Acton nodded.
Nasmyth thought he understood the reason for this, and, though it was not exactly flattering to himself, he smiled as he rose and drew forward another chair. He believed most of Mrs. Acton's guests were acquainted with the fact that he was an impecunious dam-builder.
And then it dawned upon me that Acton was making a bid for the captaincy himself, and when I had convinced myself that this was his object, I felt angrier than I can remember. I thereupon wrote to Aspinall, gave him a full, true, and particular account of Acton's campaign against Phil, and asked him to release me and Phil from our promise of secrecy regarding the football-match accident.
Raffles of Rotherhithe did not appear to think that Acton's being a monitor was a clinching argument barring young Bourne's sport. Perhaps he had private reasons for his opinions. Anyhow, he glibly promised to have a breech-loader and a ferret for young Bourne on the morrow. "And old Hill? They're his rabbits, you know." "That will be all right. Take Dan Raffles' word for it."
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