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Nigel, did she give you any idea at all what she was over here for?" "Not as yet," he replied, "but she has asked me to go and see her." "Did she seem interested in you personally, or was it because your name is Dorminster?" Nigel sighed. "I hoped it was a personal interest, but I cannot tell. She asked me whether I had inherited my uncle's hobby." "What did you tell her?" she asked eagerly.
"Sidwell was one of those unnatural people, as you know," Lord Dorminster went on, "who never touched wine or spirits and who hated women. To continue. Atcheson was a friend of yours, wasn't he?" "Of course! He was at Eton with me. It was I who first brought him here to dine. Don't tell me that anything has happened to Jim Atcheson!"
Bollington Smith and bent over her fingers. "It is so kind of you and Lord Dorminster," he said, "to give me this opportunity of saying good-by to a few friends." "You are leaving us so soon, Prince?" "To-morrow, soon after dawn," he replied, his eyes wandering around the little circle. "I wish to be in Pekin, if possible, by Wednesday, so my Dragon must spread his wings indeed."
Nigel asked, in a sudden fury. The Prime Minister's eyes flashed for a moment. He controlled himself, however, and rang the bell. "I have an idea that I do," he answered. "A few millions of my fellow countrymen believe the same thing, or I should not be here. I think that you know what my principles are, Lord Dorminster. I am here to govern this country for the benefit of the people.
He has every scrap of culture that we know anything about and something from his thousand-year-old family that we don't quite know how to put into words. Don't you worry about Prince Shan, Lady Maggie. Ask Dorminster here what they called him at Oxford." "The first gentleman of Asia," Nigel replied. "I think he deserves the title."
He had been a great traveller, but always his first evening, when he came once more into touch with a civilisation more meretricious but more poignant than his own, resulted in this disturbing cloud of sensations. His companion's voice sounded emptily in his ears. "They say that the young lady is engaged to Lord Dorminster. That is only gossip, however."
"My dear," said the squire, putting his head in at the door, "I'm too muddy to come in, but you'll all be glad to hear that we've caught those rascals and they're all in Dorminster jail." Mrs Chelwood hurried out of the room, and the children all began to talk at once, to ask questions, to exclaim, to wonder if the gypsies would be hanged, and so on.
It contained a cheque for ten pounds, for that article of mine in the Decade. I mean to go into Dorminster, and get one or two things we shall be wanting, and I shall probably drive back in Sydney's cab. So you can leave the wine and dessert to me. And, mother dear, be sure you put on your silver-grey poplin, with the Mechlin cap. Nothing suits you half as well!"
Lord Dorminster glanced at the calendar which stood upon the desk. "To-day," he continued, "is the twenty-third day of March, nineteen hundred and thirty-four. Fifteen years ago that terrible Peace Treaty was signed. Since then you know what the history of our country has been. I am not blowing my own trumpet when I say that nearly every man with true political insight has been cast adrift.
They've just disappeared without a word of explanation." The telephone extension bell rang. Nigel walked over to the sideboard and took down the receiver. "Is that Lord Dorminster?" a man's voice asked. "Speaking," Nigel replied. "I am David Franklin, private secretary to Mr. Mervin Brown," the voice continued. "Mr.
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