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Shorter, with more frankness than tact, "you could talk architecture with 'em from now to Christmas, and nothing'd happen, but it would take an iceberg to write a book with Hugh and see him alone six days out of seven. Chiltern knocks women into a cocked hat. I've seen 'em stark raving crazy. Why, there was that Mrs.
An hour and a half later all peril was over, and the gallant survivors were steaming for Harwich in the tug-boat Liverpool. "No," Mrs. Chiltern-Hundreds said when I asked, Was she in these days a constant visitor at the House of Commons? "Chiltern, you know, has accepted a place of profit under the Crown, and is no longer eligible to sit as a member.
"I am bad to drive," he said, turning to Violet, "and you had better not try to drive me." "Why should not you be driven as well as another?" she answered, laughing. The First Blow Lord Chiltern, though he had passed two entire days in the house with Violet without renewing his suit, had come to Loughlinter for the express purpose of doing so, and had his plans perfectly fixed in his own mind.
He appeared, a portly gentleman with frock coat and lawn tie who resembled the man in the moon. His head, like polished ivory, increased the beaming effect of his welcome, and the hand that pressed Honora's was large and soft and warm. But dreams are queer things, in which no events surprise us. The reverend gentleman, as he greeted Chiltern, pronounced his name with unction.
"I would certainly go, if I were you." "I doubt it very much, if all the circumstances were the same. Let him tell me what he wants." "Of course I cannot ask him, Chiltern." "I know what he wants very well. Laura has been interfering and doing no good. You know Violet Effingham?" "Yes; I know her," said Phineas, much surprised. "They want her to marry me." "And you do not wish to marry her?"
Then Phineas had to explain that he had come to bid them farewell, and that it was not at all probable that he should ever be able to see Willingford again in the hunting season. "I don't suppose that I shall make either of you quite understand it, but I have got to begin again. The chances are that I shall never see another foxhound all my life." "Not in Ireland!" exclaimed Lord Chiltern.
Honora was struck by the appropriateness of the word. "Viking yes, he looks it exactly. I couldn't think. Tell me something about him." "Well," he laughed, lowering his voice a little, here goes for a little rough and ready editing. One thing about Chiltern that's to be admired is that he's never cared a rap what people think. Of course, in a way, he never had to.
The vastness of their silent violence itself obscured what they were at; if they seem to stand for the rights of property it is really because they have so often invaded them. And if they do not break the laws, it is only because they make them. But after all we only need a Steward of the Chiltern Hundreds who really understands cats and thieves.
"And you mean to ask her again?" "I shall; if I ever think that there is a chance. Indeed, Chiltern, I believe I shall whether I think that I have any chance or not." "Then we start fairly, Finn. I certainly shall do so. I believe I once told you that I never would; but that was long before I suspected that you would enter for the same plate.
There were no other women." "When the lady died," said Chiltern, "he fell upon his spear." "The final argument for my theory," declared Honora. "On the contrary," he maintained, smiling, "it proves there is always one woman for every man if he cars find her.
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