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"The fate of England hangs upon it," murmured Sir John Elphinspoon, as he sank wearily into an armchair. For a moment, as he said "England," the baronet's eye glistened and his ears lifted as if in defiance, but as soon as he stopped saying it his eye lost its brilliance and his ears dropped wearily at the sides of his head. Lady Elphinspoon looked at her husband anxiously.
He said that their presence there would help to bind the colonies to us. I understand also that he has a pup in the show himself. He took the Cabinet with him." "And why not you?" asked Lady Elphinspoon. "You forget, my dear," said the baronet, "as Foreign Secretary my presence at a Dog Show might be offensive to the Shah of Persia. Had it been a Cat Show "
Powers is in the conservatory with Angela," said Lady Elphinspoon. "With Angela!" exclaimed Sir John, while a slight shade of displeasure appeared upon his brow. "With Angela again! Do you think it quite proper, my dear, that Powers should be so constantly with Angela?" "John," said his wife, "you forget, I think, who Mr. Powers is.
Those who know the House of Commons know that it has its moods. At times it is grave, earnest, thoughtful. At other times it is swept with emotion which comes at it in waves. Or at times, again, it just seems to sit there as if it were stuffed. But all agreed that they had never seen the House so hushed as when Sir John Elphinspoon presented his Bill for the Annexation of Wazuchistan.
"The third time," she repeated thoughtfully, "and how many more will it have to go?" Sir John turned his head aside and groaned. "You are faint," exclaimed Lady Elphinspoon, "let me ring for tea." The baronet shook his head. "An egg, John let me beat you up an egg." "Yes, yes," murmured Sir John, still abstracted, "beat it, yes, do beat it."
His Majesty will see you to-morrow. I am glad that you are safe." "On my way home," said Powers, with quiet modesty, "I was attacked by a lion " "But you beat it off," said the Premier. "Exactly. Good night." It was on the following afternoon that Sir John Elphinspoon presented the Wazoo Annexation Bill to a crowded and breathless House.
"Oh, John, we must go forward. Take another egg." "We cannot," groaned the Foreign Secretary. "There are reasons which I cannot explain even to you, Caroline, reasons of State, which absolutely prevent us from advancing into Wazuchistan. Our hands are tied. Meantime if the Wazoos rise, it is all over with us. It will split the Cabinet." "Split the Cabinet!" repeated Lady Elphinspoon in alarm.
He had occupied a seat, a front seat, in one of the boats, had got his blue and his pink, and had taken a double final in Sanscrit and Arithmetic. He had already travelled widely in the East, spoke Urdu and Hoodoo with facility, while as secretary to Sir John Elphinspoon, with a seat in the House in prospect, he had his foot upon the ladder of success.
Lady Elphinspoon, in spite of her elevated position as the wife of the Foreign Secretary of Great Britain, held it not beneath her to perform for her husband the plainest household service. She rang for an egg. The butler broke it for her into a tall goblet filled with old sherry, and the noble lady, with her own hands, beat the stuff out of it.
Powers, sir," he said, "Sir John desires your attendance, sir, in the library, sir." Powers turned to Angela, a new seriousness upon his face. "Miss Elphinspoon," he said, "I think I know what is coming. Will you wait for me here? I shall be back in half an hour." "I will wait," said the girl.
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