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Updated: May 9, 2025
The Prime Minister was giving a great political reception, and men and women of every degree and almost every nationality were talking and mingling together. The gathering was necessarily not select, but it was composed of people who counted. The Countess of Grenside, who was the Prime Minister's sister and the head of his household, saw to that.
Only I felt that I must explain." "I can't think what the fellow's doing here, anyhow," Carton remarked discontentedly. "A few generations ago we should have hung him." "Hush!" Lady Grenside whispered. "Don't let Elisabeth hear you talk like that. Here she comes. I wonder " Lady Grenside stopped short.
"Oh, it's all right, so far as the man is concerned!" Lady Grenside amended. "I was thinking of my own position. Only an hour ago, my brother comes to me and tells me that I am to send Elisabeth in to dinner to-night with with whom do you think?" "With me, I hope," the young man replied promptly, "only I don't know why he should interfere." "With Mr. Maraton." "What, the anarchist fellow?"
They stood together at the head of the staircase, a couple curiously unlike not only in appearance but in disposition and tastes. Lady Grenside was tall and fair, almost florid in complexion, remarkably well-preserved, with a splendid presence and figure. She had been one of the beauties of her day, and even now, in the sixth year of her widowhood, was accounted a remarkably handsome woman. Mr.
Lady Grenside took Lord Carton into one of the corners of her brother's quaint and delightful drawing-room, to explain the matter. "My dear Jack," she began, "never be a politician." "I like that!" the young man answered. "Lady Elisabeth has been talking to me for half an hour before dinner, trying to get me to interest myself in what she calls serious objects."
I suppose there is no chance of his having slipped in without our having noticed him?" Lady Grenside shook her head. "I should imagine not. I am quite sure that I haven't shaken hands to-night with any one who reminded me in the least of what this man must be. Very likely Elisabeth will discover him if he is here. She has just gone off on one of her tours of inspection." Mr.
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