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"I could scarcely believe it when Mary brought me his card. By the bye, where is Mary? I want her to try to take that stain out of my pink silk skirt. I shall have to wear it to-night." "I will ring for her directly," the girl answered. "So that was Sir Leslie Borrowdean, mother! Why did he come to see you again so soon?" "I haven't the least idea," Mrs.
Am I asking too much? Remember that you have asked me a good deal." "Has Borrowdean anything to do with this?" he demanded. "I have known Sir Leslie Borrowdean for many years," she answered, "and it is quite true that we have discussed certain matters concerning you." "You have known Sir Leslie Borrowdean for many years," he repeated. "Yet you met here as strangers."
To-day, with his own lips, he has confessed to me that another, an unbroached reason, stands behind his refusal!" "And he never told me," the Duchess murmured, involuntarily. "Duchess," Borrowdean answered, with a faint, cynical parting of the lips, "there are matters which a man does not mention to the woman in whose high opinion he aims at holding an exalted place."
I must hurry now, or the tide will be over the road." She motioned the driver to proceed, but Borrowdean interposed. "Mannering," he said, "I am afraid that the poison of your lotos land is beginning to work already. May I stay until to-morrow and walk round with you whilst you play your foursome? I should enjoy it immensely." Mannering looked at his friend for a moment in amazement.
"I am very sorry for you, Lawrence," she said. "I am very sorry for myself. Good-bye!" She left him, and Mannering sank back upon the seat. "To be plain with you," Borrowdean remarked, "Mannering's defection would be irremediable. He alone unites Redford, myself, and well, to put it crudely, let us say the Imperialistic Liberal Party with Manningham and the old-fashioned Whigs who prefer the ruts.
And Borrowdean himself was puzzling over a third telegram which Mannering had carelessly passed on to him with his own, and which, although it was clearly addressed to Mannering, he had, after a few minutes' hesitation, opened. It had been handed in at the Strand Post-office. "I must see you this week. Blanche."
Then he laughed heartily. "By all means!" he answered. "Our foursome stands, then, Mrs. Handsell. This way, Borrowdean!" The two men turned once more seaward, walking in single file along the top of the grassy bank. The woman in the car inclined her head, and motioned the driver to proceed. Borrowdean seemed after all to take but little interest in the game.
"You may find it hard to understand, but here is the truth. I have lost all taste for public life. The whole thing is rotten, Borrowdean, rotten from beginning to end. I have had enough of it to last me all my days. Party policy must come before principle. A man's individuality, his whole character, is assailed and suborned on every side.
As a matter of fact, I think that he will go back into his study. He has the brain to fashion wonderful thoughts, and the lips to fire them into life. But I doubt his adaptability. I cannot imagine him ever becoming a real and effective force." Borrowdean, who was bitterly disappointed, smoked furiously. "We shall see," he said.
"I know the sort of man you are, Borrowdean, and I know very well that if you have come down here with something to say to me you will say it. Therefore go on. Let us have it over." Borrowdean stood up. His tone acquired a new earnestness. He became at once more of a man. The cynical curve of his lips had vanished. "We are on the eve of great opportunities, Mannering," he said.
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