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The principle has always been dimly perceived. In our time, biology enables us to work it out with scientific precision." Mr. Breakspeare betrayed a little uneasiness. "I regret," he said diffidently, "that I have had very little time to give to natural science. When we have floored Robb, I fully intend to apply myself to a study of all that kind of thing."
Breakspeare, if I were you. I fancy he likes to be consulted, and his activity will be none the less for it." Lashmar could not easily fix his thoughts on political tactics. He talked impatiently, all the time absorbed in another subject; and at the first pause he took his leave. Decidedly it offended him that he was left out from this evening's dinner-party.
No petty economies! In a day or two, when things are in order, we must have Breakspeare here. Perhaps you had better go away for the day of Robb's funeral. Yes, don't be seen about on that day. Spare no useful expense; I give you a free hand. Only win; that's all I ask of you. I shan't like it if you're beaten by jams and pickles. And lunch here on Thursday you understand?"
Something assures me that, for a reward of my life's labours, I shall behold the squashing of Robb!" Lady Ogram did not laugh. Her sense of humour was not very keen, and the present subject excited her most acrimonious feelings. "We must get hold of the right man," she exclaimed, with a glance at Lashmar. "Yes, the right man," said Breakspeare, turning his eyes in the same direction.
Lashmar's face beamed as he recognised each trait. Breakspeare, the while, regarded him with half-closed eyes in which twinkled a world of humour. "A little too generous, I'm afraid," Dyce remarked at length, thoughtfully. "Not a bit of it!" cried the editor, scratching the tip of his nose, where he had somehow caught a spot of ink. "Bald facts; honest portraiture. It doesn't displease you?"
Like many a man, Breakspeare would have been quite satisfied with his wife, if, at the same time, he could have had another. He heartily approved the domestic virtues; it would have exasperated him had the mother of his children neglected home duties for any intellectual pursuit; yet, as often as he thought of Miss Bride, contemptuous impatience disturbed his tranquillity.
A stupid routine, or a rowdy excitability, had taken the place of the old progressive Liberalism, which kept ever in view the prime interests of civilisation. We want men with brains." "Exactly," fell from Mr. Breakspeare, who began to eye the young man with interest. "It's what I've been preaching, in season and out of season, for the last ten years. I heartily agree with you."
His movements were very deliberate; his smile, which had the odd effect of elevating one eyebrow and depressing the other, made him look as if he were about to sneeze. Be seated, Mr. Lashmar, be seated. Friend Breakspeare, put your toes on the fender. Mr. Lashmar, my drink is ale; an honest tap which I have drunk for some three score years, and which never did me harm. Will you join me?"
Dyce gave an account of the state of politics at Hollingford, sketching the character of Mr. Robb on the lines suggested by Breakspeare. As she listened, Mrs. Woolstan had much ado to preserve outward calm; she was flushed with delight; words of enthusiasm trembled on her lips. "When will the election be?" she asked in the first pause. "Certainly not this year.
"With pleasure, Mr. Blaydes." A touch upon the bell summoned the serving woman. "Mrs. Ricketts, another jug of the right amber, and two beakers. I know not if you smoke, Mr. Lashmar? Why, that's right. Two yards of Broseley also, Mrs. Ricketts." Breakspeare had produced his pouch, which he opened and held to Martin. "Here's a new mixture, my own blending, which I should like you to try.
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