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His charities must needs be restricted; his parish outlay must be pinched; domestic life must proceed on a narrower basis. And all this was to Mr. Lashmar supremely distasteful. Not less so to Mr. Lashmar's wife, a lady ten years his junior, endowed with abundant energies in every direction save that of household order and thrift.
Having read Lashmar's letter, she brooded for a few minutes, then betook herself to the post-office, and telegraphed "Come at once." A few hours later she received a telegram informing her that Lashmar would reach Eastbourne at eleven o'clock on the next morning. At that hour, she waited in her lodgings on the sea-front. A cab drove up; Lashmar was shown into the room.
Re touched Mrs. Lashmar's forehead with his lips. "Well, father? Uncommonly pleasant to be at the vicarage again!" Miss Bride had stood up, and was now advancing towards the hostess. "You must go?" said Mrs. Lashmar, with her most agreeable smile. "What, going?" exclaimed Dyce. "Why? Are you staying in the village?" "No. I must catch a train." "What train?" "'The six forty-five."
"And would she not have given me her confidence as its representative?" asked Dyce, smiling. "Up to a certain point. Lady Ogram desired, for instance, to bear the expenses of your contest at Hollingford, and I should like to carry out her wish in the matter." A misgiving began to trouble Lashmar's sanguine mood.
He had just broken an imperfect tooth upon a piece of toast, and, as usual when irritated, his temper became ironic. "Sweet are the uses of disappointment," he observed. "How it clears one's vision!" "Do you suppose I ever had any better opinion of Lady Susan?" exclaimed his wife. It was a principle of Mr. Lashmar's never to argue with a woman. Sadly smiling, he rose from the table.
It seemed to her that she saw disquiet in the secretary's countenance after all, what was Miss Bride but a salaried secretary? Lashmar's betrothed might well suffer uneasiness, under the circumstances; she, it was obvious, did not regard the engagement as a mere pretence. No, no; Constance Bride was ambitious, and thought it a great thing to marry a man with a parliamentary career before him.
"Even then," rejoined her companion, in a measured tone, "you will hardly be able to decide as to the resemblance of the two theories." "Why not?" asked May, sharply. "Because you have had no opportunity of really studying Mr. Lashmar's views." "Oh, I assure you he has made them perfectly clear to me perfectly."
"We shall have several letters to write to-morrow morning," she said presently. "Political letters?" asked Constance. "Yes. By the bye, do you know anything about Lord Dymchurch?" "Nothing at all." "Then find out about him as soon as possible. What are Mr. Lashmar's means?" "I really can't tell you," answered Constance, slightly confused by the unexpected question.
Again she waited in vain for a reply. On a dull afternoon near the end of September, as she sat thinking of Lashmar and resolutely seeing him in the glorified aspect dear to her heart and mind, the servant announced Mr. Barker. This was the athletic young man in whose company she had spent some time at Gorleston before Lashmar's coming. His business lay in the City; he knew Mr.
It had occurred to him that I might be able to present his case in a favourable light to you, Lady Ogram. Naturally, I was anxious to do my best. Perhaps this is hardly the moment to pursue the subject. Enough for the present to have made known Mr. Lashmar's state of mind." Lady Ogram seemed to have overcome her physical anguish.
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