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It was: 'Nothing but a direct order from Sir George Grey shall induce me to leave my post. At that, Rewi granted time for a reference to the Governor, who instructed Sir John Gorst to withdraw. Had it been otherwise; or had the order lagged, Sir John would most likely have shared the fate of 'The Lonely Sparrow on the House Top! The sword proved mightier than the pen in that duel.
About the same time as the Gorst incident in the Upper Waikato, the Government tried to build a police-station and barracks on a plot of land belonging to a friendly native lower down the river. The King natives, however, forbade the erection, and, when the work went on, a party of them paddled down, seized the materials and threw them into the stream. It was now clear that war was coming.
The professor evidently means the Roman and Anglican churches. Such was the land which was now to bear the ravages of war. Mr. Gorst and the missionaries were commanded to depart. Archdeacon and Mrs. Maunsell lingered to the last, and only escaped by walking all night through the thick bush till they reached the boundary river. The military operations do not come within the scope of this work.
The King's advisers must needs have an organ a broad-sheet called the Hokioi, a word which may be paraphrased by Phoenix. With unquestionable courage, Gorst, acting on Grey's orders, issued a sheet in opposition, entitled Te Pihoihoi Mokémoké, or The Lonely Lark. Fierce was the encounter of the rival birds. The Lark out-argued the Phoenix.
His diplomatic advances and offers of local government were met with sheer sulkiness. The semi-comic incident of Sir John Gorst's newspaper skirmish at Te Awamutu did no good. Gorst was stationed there as Commissioner by the Government, as an agent of peace and conciliation. In his charge was an industrial school. It was in the heart of the King Country.
"Ripping old chap, Captain Gorst," chuckled George. "That's his signal. Trust him to be where he's wanted on time and a bit before." But Roger was silent. There was a thought in his mind with which he could not darken George's mood by speaking out. Sufficient for the moment was the evil thereof. They were close to the jutting rock now, and it seemed within ten minutes of safety.
Hannay and Ransome raised their hats to Mrs. Majendie as they passed. Gorst was too much absorbed in Lady Cayley. Anne shivered, chilled and sick with the resurgence of her old disgust. These were her husband's chosen associates and comrades; they stood by one another; they were all bound up together in one degrading intimacy. His dear friend Mr. Gorst was the dear friend of Lady Cayley.
I suppose I mustn't be surprised at your wanting to turn Gorst out; but how you could imagine for one moment that I would do it No, that's beyond me." "I can only say I shall not receive him. If he comes into the house, I shall go out of it." "Well " said Majendie judicially, as if she had certainly hit upon a wise solution. "If he dines here I must dine at the Eliotts'."
Gorst, had asked him to explain things to her, and he was beginning to explain them, very gently, when Maggie cut him short. "It's not that I want to be married," she said sadly. "Mr. Mumford would marry me." "Well then " he suggested, but Maggie shook her head. "Isn't he nice to you, Mr. Mumford?" "He's nice enough. But I can't marry 'im. I won't. I don't love 'im. I can't Mr.
She led her to a sofa, the seat of intimacy, set back a little from the central throne. Mrs. Hannay was followed by her husband, by the other lady, and by Gorst. She introduced the other lady as Mrs. Ransome, and they seated themselves, one on each side of Anne. The two men drew up in front of the sofa, and began to talk very fast, in loud tones and with an unnatural gaiety.
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