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"Thanks," said Gorst, checking the alacrity with which he rose to go to Edith. Oh yes, he knew it was the best thing he could do. Edith's voice called gladly to him as he tapped at her door. He entered noiselessly, wearing the wondering and expectant look with which a new worshipper enters a holy place. Perpetual backslidings kept poor Gorst's worship perpetually new.
If it was true that he had once paid her money to go, he was doing his best to welcome her, now she had come back. But it was Gorst, with his vivid delight in Lady Cayley, who amazed her most. Anne had identified him with the man of whom Walter had once told her, the man who was "fond of Edith," the man of whom Walter admitted that he was not "entirely straight."
It was in the days when Lord Randolph Churchill started out on his great and meteoric career, at the beginning of the Parliament of '80. Sir John Gorst was, in many respects, the cleverest of the brilliant little group at least, at the work which they were then doing. He is cold-blooded, quick, and dexterous, and, above all things, he has supreme pessimism and cynicism.
This incident does not stand alone, but is one of a number of similar experiences which the Chinese government had in her relation with the powers of Europe, and which have been reported by such writers as Holcomb, Beresford, Gorst Colquhoun and others in trying to account for the feelings the Chinese have towards us, all of which was embodied in the years of training of our little concubine.
A very excellent smack at Sir John Gorst, Mr. A.B. Forwood, and other standbacks on the Opposition side was the remark: "I would rather have the rate of wages in dockyards regulated by trades unions than made the sport of party politicians and put up as a kind of Dutch auction." What have the Government to fear in this matter?
All the lower windows in the building, except two or three, are filled in with stained glass. The windows were put in by the following parties: Four by Mr. Septimus Gorst, his wife and only child, and two in commemoration of the 20 years services of the late Rev T. Clark at the church; five by the late Mr. J. Bairstow two of them being in memory of his sisters, Miss Bairstow and Mrs.
Owing to the Hannays' determination to rise to it, the dinner-party, in being rigidly select, was of necessity extremely small. "Miss Mildred Wharton Sir Rigley Barker Mr. Gorst. Now you all know each other." The last person introduced had lingered with a certain charming diffidence at Mrs. Majendie's side.
He waited to see what she would do. He expected tears, and a storm of jealous rage. But all Maggie did was to sit stiller than ever, while her tears gathered, and fell, and gathered again. Majendie rose. "I may tell Mr. Gorst that you accept his explanation? That you understand?" "Am I never to see him again?" "I'm afraid not." "Nor write to him?" "It's better not. It only worries him."
She was awakened from them by the trampling of hoofs and the cheerful tootling of a horn. A four-in-hand approached and passed her; not so furiously but that she had time to recognise Lady Cayley on the box-seat, Mr. Gorst beside her, driving, and Mr. Ransome and Mr. Hannay behind amongst a perfect horticultural show in millinery.
"How's Edith?" said Mr. Gorst. His use of the name and something in his intonation made Anne attentive. "She's better," said Majendie. "Come and see her soon." "Oh, rather. I'll come round to-morrow. If," he added, "Mrs. Majendie will permit me." "Mrs. Majendie," said her husband, "will be delighted." Anne smiled assent. Her amiability extended even to Mrs.
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