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Quarrier for ever!" The shouts of hiccoughy enthusiasm came suddenly to an end, and Glazzard, looking back, saw that, in an attempt to run, the orator had measured his length in the mud. By three o'clock he was seated in his bedroom, very tired but not much disposed to turn into bed. He had put a match to the fire, for his feet were numbed with cold, in spite of a long walk.
"My leisure, thank the destinies!" replied Glazzard, "will very soon be spent out of hearing of election tumult." "When? Going abroad again?" "To Sicily." "Ha! that means, I conjecture," said Denzil, searching his friend's face, "that a certain affair will come to nothing after all?" "And what if you are right?" returned the other, slowly, averting his eyes. "I sha'n't grieve.
"And why doesn't he invite you to London, and take you to see people?" "Oh, he knows me better than that!" replied Ivy, with a laugh. Whilst the girls talked thus, Eustace Glazzard and his brother were also in confidential chat. They had gone to the library and made themselves comfortable with cigars a cellaret and glasses standing within reach. The rooms at Highmead gave evidence of neglect.
On reaching his brother's house, he found a letter waiting for him; it bore the Paris postmark. The contents were brief. "DEAR GLAZZARD: "I announce to you the fact of our marriage. The L.s will hear of it simultaneously. We are enjoying ourselves. "Ever yours, "D.Q." He went at once to the room where William was sitting, and said, in a quiet voice: "Quarrier has just got married in Paris." "Oh?
"How did you find out where I was?" "By private means which are at my command." Glazzard adopted the tone of a superior, but was still suave. "My information is pretty complete. Naturally, you are still looking about for employment. I can't promise you that, but I daresay you wouldn't object to earn a five-pound note?" "If it's anything underhand, I'll have nothing to do with it."
Serena was sick of her life at home, and felt a longing, at any cost, for escape to a sphere of independence. The expected offer from Glazzard came just at the right moment; she accepted it, and consented that the marriage should be very soon. But a few hours of reflection filled her with grave misgivings.
Denzil, already observed by Glazzard, stepped forward. "Do you know that man?" he asked, pointing to Northway, who affected a study of some neighbouring work of art. "I have met him," was the subdued answer. It was necessary to speak so that attention should not be drawn hither. Though profoundly agitated, Quarrier controlled himself sufficiently to use a very low tone.
But the social advantages accruing to the wife of an M.P. impressed her very strongly indeed. For such an end she was willing to make sacrifices, and the first of these declared itself in an abandonment of her opposition to Mr. Eustace Glazzard. Her husband pointed out to her that a connection with the family so long established at Highmead would be of distinct value.
How many men are there in Parliament who represent anything more respectable than the interest of a trade, or a faction, or their own bloated person?" "This would rouse the echoes in an East-end club," interposed Glazzard, with an air of good-humoured jesting. "The difference is, my dear fellow, that it is given as an honest opinion in a private dining-room.
Glazzard that will be a different thing. You won't forbid me to come here because of this alliance?" Lilian showed surprise and perplexity. "I mean, because I am engaged to the daughter of a Tory." "Oh, what difference could that possibly make?" "None, I hope. You know that I am not very zealous as a party-man."
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