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He glanced around quickly, conscious of a distinct feeling of disappointment. His mother, who was arranging a bridge table, called him over to her side. "You have the air, my dear boy, of missing some one," she remarked with a smile. "I want particularly to speak to Miss Abbeway," he confided. Lady Maltenby smiled tolerantly. "After nearly two hours of conversation at dinner!
Yet, in every sense of the word, they are bearing an equal portion of the fight, because, when it comes down to human life, the life of the farm labourer's son is of the same intrinsic value as the life of the peer's." Lord Maltenby moved a little in his chair. There was a slight frown upon his aristocratic forehead.
"I hope, Colonel, that you will take a hand." The men rose and filed slowly out of the room. The Colonel, however, detained his host, and Julian also lingered. "I hope, Lord Maltenby," the former said, "that you will excuse my men, but they tell me that they find it necessary to search your garage for a car which has been seen in the neighbourhood." "Search my garage?"
I heard him speak last week, and I was disappointed. He seems to have lost his inspiration. What he needs is a stimulus of some sort, even of disaster." "I wonder," the Bishop reflected, "if he is really afraid of the people?" "I consider his remark concerning them most ill-advised," Lord Maltenby declared pompously. "I know the people," the Bishop continued, "and I love them.
"Miss Abbeway, you will, I trust, accept my apologies for our intrusion upon you. I regret that any guest of mine should have been subjected to a suspicion so outrageous." Catherine laughed softly. "Not outrageous really, dear Lord Maltenby," she said.
"Why, I couldn't get it up to the garage! You go and look at it, Colonel, if you understand cars. Fellowes, the chauffeur here, had a look at the plugs when I brought it in, and you'll find that they haven't been touched." "I trust," the Earl intervened, "that my chauffeur offered to do what was necessary?" "Certainly he did, Lord Maltenby," she assured him.
Forty-eight hours must procure from the Prime Minister absolute submission to our demands. Ours is the greatest power the world has ever evolved. We shall use it for the greatest cause the world has ever known the cause of peace." "This, in a way, was inevitable," Julian observed. "You remember the conversation, Bishop," he added, "down at Maltenby?" "Very well indeed," the latter acquiesced.
Catherine, during those few hours of solitude, was conscious of a subtle, slowly growing change in her mental attitude towards her companion. Until the advent of those dramatic hours at Maltenby, she had regarded him as a pleasant, even a charming acquaintance, but as belonging to a type with which she was entirely and fundamentally out of sympathy.
Maltenby was one of those old-fashioned houses where the port is served as a lay sacrament and the call of the drawing-room is responded to tardily. After the departure of the women, Doctor Lennard drew his chair up to Julian's. "An interesting face, your dinner companion's," he remarked. "They tell me that she is a very brilliant young lady." "She certainly has gifts," acknowledged Julian.
"You are interfering shockingly with my correspondence," she declared, "and I am sure that they want you for bridge. Here comes Lord Maltenby to tell you so," she added, glancing towards the door. Lord Maltenby was very pompous, very stiff, and yet apologetic. He considered the whole affair in which he had become involved ridiculous.
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