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His tone and manner savoured still of the rostrum. "Good-night, sir! Good-night, Mr. Bullsom! A most excellent introduction, yours, sir! You made my task positively easy. Good-night, Mr. Brooks. A capital meeting, and everything very well arranged. Personally I feel very much obliged to you, sir.
"If you prefer Mary's style of dress" she glanced with silent disparagement at her cousin's grey skirt and plain white blouse "well, it's a matter of taste, isn't it? "Taste!" Mr. Bullsom replied, contemptuously. "Taste! What sort of taste do you call that beastly rug on your shoulders, eh? Or your hair rolled round and just a pin stuck through it?
Bullsom remarked, laying down her knitting, "when it's only three weeks ago you sent him ten guineas for the curates' fund. Come indeed! They'd better." "Then there's Dr. Seventon," Mr. Bullsom continued, "and his wife. Better drop him a line and tell him to look in and see me at the office. I can invent something the matter with me, and I'd best drop him a hint. They say Mrs.
Brooks," she said, "I am going to do a terrible thing. I am going to show you some of my sketches and ask your opinion." Brooks turned towards her without undue enthusiasm. "It is very good of you, Miss Bullsom," he said, doubtfully; "but I never drew a straight line in my life, and I know nothing whatever about perspective. My opinion would be worse than worthless."
"I can't think why you ever needed me to suggest it to you." "My boy, I can't either," Mr. Bullsom declared. "This is one of the proudest nights of my life. Do you know what we've done up there at Westminster, eh? We've given this old country a new lease of life. How they were all laughing at us up their sleeve, eh! Germans, and Frenchmen, and Yankees. It's a horse of another colour now.
"As you wish, of course," he said. "But my it don't seem possible! Lord Arranmore's son the Marquis of Arranmore! Gee whiz!" "Some day, of course," Brooks said, "it must come out. But I don't want it to be yet awhile. If that clock is right hadn't I better be going up-stairs?" Mr. Bullsom nodded. "If you'll come with me," he said, "I'll show you your room."
"We should very much have enjoyed Mr. Brooks' lecture. Do tell us what it was about." "Don't you be bothered, Brooks," Mr. Bullsom exclaimed, hospitably. "Sit down and try one of these cigars. We've had supper, but if you'd like anything " "Nothing to eat, thanks," Brooks protested. "I'll have a cigar if I may." "And a whisky-and-soda, then," Mr. Bullsom insisted. "Say when!"
It is absolutely the most commercial town I have ever been in. "Your father should stand for Parliament himself," Brooks suggested. It is really possible that Mr. Bullsom, being a man governed entirely by one idea at a time, had never seriously contemplated the possibility of himself stepping outside the small arena of local politics.
He saw again that sea of eager faces in the market-place, lit with a sudden gleam of hope as they listened to the bold words of the man who was promising them life and hope and better things. Surely if this was a betrayal it was an evil deed, not passively to be borne. Mr. Bullsom had refreshed himself with whisky-and-water, and decided that pessimism was not a healthy state of mind.
"Dear me," she said, "I had no idea that Many had time to spare for that sort of thing, had you, father? "Many can look after herself, and uncommonly well too," Mr. Bullsom answered. "She comes mostly in the evening," Brooks explained, "but she is one of my most useful helpers." "It must be so interesting to do good," Louise said, artlessly. "After dinner, Mr.
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