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Marsham looked up. "Well, it isn't for want of pressure. Ferrier's life hasn't been worth living this last month." The tone was ambiguous. It fitted either with defence or indictment. The London member Roland Lankester, who was a friend of Marion Vincent, and of Frobisher, represented an East End constituency, and lived there looked at the speaker with a laugh. "That's perfectly true.
Now was the time for amnesty and reconciliation all round. Ferrier's mind ran busily on schemes of the kind. As to Oliver, he had already spoken to Broadstone about him, and would speak again that night. Certainly he must have something Junior Lordship at least. And if he were opposed on re-election, why, he should be helped roundly helped.
But during the preceding session he had been more regular in his attendance at the House, and had made a considerable impression there as a man of eccentric, but possibly great ability. On the whole, he had been a loyal supporter of Ferrier's; but in two or three recent speeches there had been signs of coquetting with the extremists. Ferrier, having mentioned the letter, relapsed into silence.
At the end of that time, however, his memory of his wrongs and his craving for revenge were quite as keen as on that memorable night when he had stood by John Ferrier's grave. Disguised, and under an assumed name, he returned to Salt Lake City, careless what became of his own life, as long as he obtained what he knew to be justice. There he found evil tidings awaiting him.
This pamphlet had for its object to show that Ferrier's election would mean a renunciation of the doctrines which, as expounded by Hamilton, had added so greatly to the prestige of the University in recent times as a school of philosophy, and also to expose what the writer conceived to be the dangerous character of Ferrier's teaching in relation to religious truth. It increased the storm tenfold.
"A slight scratch on the arm near the shoulder, and my horse is hurt." An examination of Hudson's arm proved that the scratch was not serious, but I thought it best to exchange his horse for one belonging to a soldier. We then went on, Frank and I walking in advance of the ambulance mules. "There's something down there in the road by Ferrier's grave, sir," said Corporal Duffey.
Madame de Ferrier's garments may have been white or blue or yellow; I remember only her satin arms and neck, the rosy color of her face, and the powder on her hair making it white as down. Where this assembly was collected from I did not know, but it acted on the spirits and went like volatile essence to the brain. "Pheugh!" exclaimed Miss Chantry, "how the French smell!"
All alabaster and ebony, she glows from a distance; as, thinking of her, I saw another figure glow through the loop-holes of the woods. It was Madame de Ferrier. A leap of the heart and dizziness shot through me and blurred my sight. The reality of Madame de Ferrier's coming to seek me surpassed all imaginings.
"She might release you," was Ferrier's slow reply. Marsham flushed. "And you think I should be such a hound as to let her!" Sir James only just prevented himself from throwing a triumphant look at his hostess. "You will, of course, inform her of your mother's opposition?" said Ferrier. "It will be impossible to keep it from her." "Poor child!" murmured Ferrier "poor child!"
The poet meanwhile, ignorant of this little incident, and assuming the sympathy of his audience, raised his eyebrows, smiling, as he repeated Ferrier's words: "The death of Catholicism! No, Signor! its second birth." And with a Southern play of hand and feature the nobility of brow and aspect turned now on this listener, now on that he began to describe the revival of faith in Italy.
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