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Then, you know, there was the luncheon to-day and I fancied that he was a little flippant about the labour vote. It was perhaps only his way of speaking." Mr. Bullsom smiled and rubbed the carriage window with the cuff of his coat. He was very hungry. "Oh, well, a politician has to trim a little, you know," he remarked. "Votes he must have, and Henslow has a very good idea how to get them.
The hall was packed simply packed. When I rose to speak there wasn't an empty place or chair to be seen." "Dear me!" Mrs. Bullsom remarked, affably. "Supper is quite ready, my love." Mr. Bullsom abandoned his position precipitately, and his face expressed his lively satisfaction. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping that you would have a bite for me. As I said to Mr.
Bullsom," Brooks said, hastily, "that I trust you to preserve my confidence in this matter. I have told you because I wanted you to understand why I could not accept this invitation to contest the borough, also because you were one of my best friends when I was here. But you are the only person to whom I have told my secret." Mr. Bullsom sighed. It would have been such a delightful disclosure.
Bullsom mixed himself a whisky-and-soda, and stood for a few minutes on the hearthrug before retiring. "You're not up to the mark, Brooks, my boy," he said, kindly. Brooks shrugged his shoulders. "I am about as usual," he answered. Mr. Bullsom set down his glass.
He was distinctly of a different class from the casual visitors whom their father was in the habit of introducing into the family circle. "Mr. Bullsom was kind enough to take pity on an unfortunate bachelor," he said, with a pleasant smile. "My landlady has few faults, but an over-love of punctuality is one of them. By this time she and her household are probably in bed.
Bullsom decided to give a dinner-party every month, and to double the greengrocer's tip, and by the time Selina's third stage whisper had reached her mother and the ladies finally departed, he was in a state of geniality bordering upon beatitude. There was a general move to his end of the table. Mr. Bullsom started the port, and his shirt-front grew wider and wider.
Our meeting lasted a long time." "If you will touch the bell, Peter," Mrs. Bullsom remarked, "Ann shall dish up the supper." The young ladies exchanged shocked glances. "Dish up." What an abominable phrase! They looked covertly at their guest, but his face was imperturbable. "We think that we have been very considerate, Mr. Brooks," Selina remarked, with an engaging smile.
Brooks hesitated, but Mr. Bullsom spoke up at once. "Off you go, Brooks," he said, firmly. "Don't you go refusing an invitation like that. Lord Arranmore is a bit eccentric, they say, and he isn't the sort of man to like refusals. You've just got time." "They had the message two hours ago, and have been trying everywhere to find Mr. Brooks," the housemaid added.
"Of course," she said, "if we have to spend all our lives in this hateful suburb it doesn't much matter whether you stay here on build another house, no one will come to see us. We shall never get to know anybody." "And supposing you go out into the country," Mr. Bullsom argued. "How do you know that you will make friends there?"
I've seen a bit of Lord Arranmore, and I'll stake my last shilling that he's not a bad 'un at heart. You make it up with him, Brooks. Come, that's a straight tip, and it's a good one." Brooks threw away his cigarette and held out his hand. "It is very good advice, Mr. Bullsom," he said, "under any ordinary circumstances. I wish I could take it. Good-night." Mr. Bullsom grasped his hand.
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