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'Shall we walk homewards? Towards the end of August, Mr. and Mrs. Dalmaine were at Eastbourne for a few days. Paula spent one hour with her cousin in private, no more. The two had drifted further apart than ever. But in that one hour Paula had matter enough for talk. There had been a General Election during the summer, and Mr. Dalmaine had victoriously retained his seat for Vauxhall.
'You are mistress of my house, Paula, as long as you obey me in essential matters. Paula disappeared, and Mr. Dalmaine sat reflecting with much self-approbation on the firmness and suavity he had displayed. It was not without much reluctance, much debate with conscience, that Bunce allowed his child to remain at Eastbourne.
Dalmaine first turned his attention to politics at the time when the question of popular education was to the front in British politics. It was an excellent opportunity for would-be legislators conscious of rhetorical gifts and only waiting for some safe, simple subject whereon to exercise them. Never had the vaticinating style of oratory a greater vogue.
He has a good deal of personal liking for Egremont, but to see 'the idealist' in the mud he finds altogether too delicious. His wife feels exactly in the same way, though she expresses her feeling differently. And Dalmaine if I were an able-bodied man I rather think I should have kicked Dalmaine downstairs before this.
Dalmaine. It was some time since he had met the Member for Vauxhall. Looking upon the politician's well-knit frame, his well-coloured face with its expression of shrewd earnestness, he for a moment seemed to himself to shrink into insignificance. After sitting opposite Dalmaine for an hour at the dinner-table, he was able to regard the man again in what he deemed a true light.
I wonder whether you'll guess the same. 'Come along, then! Paula Tyrrell was married at Easter. Convenience dictated this speed in other words, Paula resolved to commence the season as Mrs. Dalmaine and in a house of her own. Mr. Dalmaine had pointed out the advantage of using the Easter recess.
And there he came face to face with two people whom he knew. Mr. Dalmaine was just turning from the stall with an evening paper, and by his side was Paula. Egremont had not seen either since their marriage. The three pairs of eyes focussed on one point. Egremont saluted did it nervously, for he was prepared for nothing less than an encounter with acquaintances.
Dalmaine speaking with an outburst of natural fervour on any topic whatsoever. His view was the view of common sense, and he enunciated the barrenest convictions in a tone which would have suited profound originality. A week later there was a dinner party at the Tyrrells, and Egremont was among the bidden.
'I don't know whether you've invented it, she said, 'or whether your secretary has, but I know there isn't one word of truth in it. 'My dear child, it's no invention at all. The affair is the common talk of Lambeth. 'Then do you mean to say Mr. Egremont has married this girl? 'Well, I don't know that we'll discuss that point, Dalmaine replied, twiddling his thumbs.
They were in their house in Kensington now; there had been a dinner party, the last guest was gone, and Paula sat in the drawing-room, thinking how she had impressed a certain polite old member of Parliament, a man whom it was worth while impressing. Mr. Dalmaine took a seat near her, and leaned forward with his hands clasped between his knees.
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