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"It is the most extraordinary thing I ever heard in my life," Horlock declared, a little irritably. "Why, I've spent hours of my time trying to get this matter through." "Dealing seriously with Palliser, thinking that he represented me in this matter?" "Without a doubt." "Will you lend me the letters?" Tallente asked. Mr. Horlock threw them across the table. "Here they are.
He strolled into the House and back into his own committee room, read through the orders of the day and spoke to the Government Whip. It was, as Horlock had assured him, a dead afternoon. There were a sheaf of questions being asked, none of which were of the slightest interest to any one. With a little smile of anticipation upon his lips, he hurried to the telephone.
Horlock, as I have always said, your position is made; you have your friends who will like you and value you just the same no matter whom you may walk about the green with. Every Viceroy that ever went to India called on you; your position is made." "There are a lot of snobs about here; but I mustn't keep Angel waiting, he is never well unless he gets a little exercise.
"Did you consult him before you bribed my secretary and hawked about that article, first to Horlock and now to heaven knows whom?" "It is the first I have heard of it," Dartrey said sternly. "Just so. It goes to prove what I have declared before that Miller's attack upon me is a personal one." "And I deny it," Miller exclaimed fiercely.
My secretary wrote twice to Palliser last week and received no reply. That is why I sent you a telegram." "I was on my way to see you, anyway," Tallente observed. "I thought that you were going to offer me a seat." Mr. Horlock shook his head. "We simply haven't a safe one," he confided, "and there isn't a soul I could ask to give up, especially, to speak plainly, for you, Tallente.
"If you become the head of the Democratic Party," Horlock pointed out, "you will have to take over their pledges." "I do not agree with you," was the firm reply, "and further, I suggest most respectfully that this discussion is not agreeable to me." An expression of hopelessness crept into Horlock's face. "You're a good fellow, Tallente," he sighed, "and I made a big mistake when I let you go.
However, he reached the end of the passage in safety; but suddenly he uttered a fearful shriek and dropped the chloroform. He thought he had seen a ghost; but it was only Mrs. Horlock, who was going her rounds, letting down the mouse- traps and supplying the little creatures with food. The General blurted out various excuses.
"Hasn't it occurred to you that that might have been political strategy?" Tallente suggested. "They might have maneuvered for the very situation which has arisen that is, if I am really worth anything to anybody." Horlock shook his head. "Oil and water won't mix, Tallente, and you don't belong to that crowd. All the same," he confessed, "I shouldn't like you with them.
Horlock was sixty, but her figure was like a girl's. She led a blind pug in a complicated leading apparatus, and several other pugs in various stages of fat and decrepitude followed her.
It's quite enough to give half your soul and the joy of living to work for others. Keep something up your sleeve for yourself, Tallente. Mark you, that's the soundest thing in twentieth century philosophy you'll ever hear of. Corner of Clarges Street right for you, eh?" Tallente held out his hand. "Horlock," he said, "thank you. I know you're right but unfortunately I am not like you.
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