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Something, however, in his grim steadiness began to impress his own party as the other, while from more than one quarter of the House there came a murmur of sympathy. His courage, his stone-cold strength, the disdain which was coming into his voice, impressed them, apart from his argument or its bearing on the previous debate. Lord Faramond heard the occasional murmurs of approval and smiled.
He turned it over and over, forgetting that Andree was watching him. Looking up, he caught her eyes, with their strange, sad look. She guessed what was in these letters. She knew English well enough to under stand them. He interpreted her look, and pushed them over. "You may read them, if you wish; but I wouldn't, if I were you." She read the telegram first, and asked who "Faramond" was.
"Who could have guessed that he knew so much about the poor and the East End, and all those social facts and figures?" Lady Belward answered complacently. "An unusual mind, with a singular taste for history, and yet a deep observation of the present. I don't know when and how he does it. I really do not know." "It is nice to think that Lord Faramond approves of him." "Most noticeable.
Lord Faramond did not know, but fetched out his lower lip knowingly. "The fellow has instinct for the game," he said. Sketches, portraits were in the daily and weekly journals, and one hardy journalist even gave an interview which had never occurred. But Gaston remained a picturesque nine-days' figure, and then Parliament rose for the year.
It was suggested that he should stand for a constituency in the Conservative interest. Lord Faramond, himself picturesque, acute, with a keen knowledge of character and a taste for originality, saw material for a useful supporter fearless, independent, with a gift for saying ironical things, and some primitive and fundamental principles well digested.
He turned it over and over, forgetting that Andree was watching him. Looking up, he caught her eyes, with their strange, sad look. She guessed what was in these letters. She knew English well enough to under stand them. He interpreted her look, and pushed them over. "You may read them, if you wish; but I wouldn't, if I were you." She read the telegram first, and asked who "Faramond" was.
The Premier sat, head cocked, with an ironical smile at the cheering, but he was wondering whether, after all, his man was sure; whether he could stand this fire, and reverse his engine quite as he intended. One of the previous speakers was furious, came over and appealed to Lord Faramond, who merely said, "Wait." Gaston kept on. The flippant amusement of the Opposition continued.
And it was so. Little Grapnel was Conservative. It was mostly a matter of nomination, and in two weeks Gaston, in a kind of dream, went down to Westminster, lunched with Lord Faramond, and was introduced to the House. The Ladies Gallery was full, for the matter was in all the papers, and a pretty sensation had been worked up one way and another.
Something, however, in his grim steadiness began to impress his own party as the other, while from more than one quarter of the House there came a murmur of sympathy. His courage, his stone-cold strength, the disdain which was coming into his voice, impressed them, apart from his argument or its bearing on the previous debate. Lord Faramond heard the occasional murmurs of approval and smiled.
Lord Faramond did not know, but fetched out his lower lip knowingly. "The fellow has instinct for the game," he said. Sketches, portraits were in the daily and weekly journals, and one hardy journalist even gave an interview which had never occurred. But Gaston remained a picturesque nine-days' figure, and then Parliament rose for the year.
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