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It is on Monday you go to Manchester, isn't it?" "On Monday," he answered, a little absently. "I have to make my bow to the democracy of your country in the evening." "I wish I could make up my mind, Mr. Maraton," she continued, "whether you have come over here for good or for evil."
In the background, Maraton stood with tired but expressionless countenance, and the air of one who listens to a quarrel between children, a quarrel in which he has no concern. "It is not fair," Julia continued, "to discuss a purely personal matter here. You can walk home with me if you care to, Richard Graveling, but all that I have to say to you, I prefer to say here.
"My dear Catharine," he asked, a little reprovingly, "was it necessary to have such a crowd here at any rate until after Monday? You know that I don't interfere as a rule, but there were special reasons why I wanted to be as quiet as possible until after Maraton had left." Lady Grenside's expression was delightfully apologetic. It conveyed, also, a sense of helplessness.
"Pin them in the front of your frock. Drink wine to-night. Be gay. Let us see pink, also, in your cheeks. It is a great evening, this. Maraton is here?" "Not yet," Julia answered, smiling. Selingman sat down between them. He gave a lengthy order to a waiter; then he turned abruptly to Julia. "He will keep to it, you think? This time you believe that he has made up his mind?"
"That's all very well," Maraton remarked, a little grimly, "but where do I come in? I have no time for the journalists, I refuse to be photographed, and I am not likely to accept the invitations. It takes my two secretaries half their time to wade through my correspondence and to decide which of it is to be pitched into the waste-paper basket. I am not a dealer in quack remedies, or an actor.
Armley here is wondering what the actual results will be if Sheffield, Leeds, and Manchester stand together, and the railway strike comes at the same time." "I do not know that I wonder at all," Lord Armley declared. "The result will be ruin. "There is no such thing as permanent destruction," Maraton objected. "The springs of human life are never crushed.
If they could stop your speaking here to-night, I believe they would. They're a rotten lot. Before they got their places in Parliament, they were perfect firebrands. Blast them!" "And you, Aaron " Maraton suddenly paused. The door was softly opened, and Julia stood there. She was wearing her hat and coat, but her hands were gloveless; she had just returned from the street.
"There's sure to be lots of people there," he declared, "but we can find a seat at the back quite easily." "What's it all about?" Maraton asked. "The proposed boiler-maker's strike," Aaron replied eagerly. "The meeting is really a meeting of the workpeople at Boulding's. But are you sure you won't go on the platform, sir?" Maraton shook his head. "That is just what I don't want to do.
"Have you any objection," Maraton asked, "to the people's cause being represented in the Cabinet?" It was the last straw, this! Peter Dale's voice shook with passion. "It's been a promise," he shouted, "for this many a year! A sop to the people it was, at the last election. There's one of us ought to be in the Cabinet one of us, I say, not a carpetbagger!"
Graveling was advancing towards him with the air of a bully. "Do you hear you Maraton?" he cried. "I've had enough of you! You can flout us all at our work, if you like, but you go a bit too far when you think to make a plaything of my girl. Do you hear that?" "Perfectly," Maraton replied. "And what have you got to say about it?" Maraton shrugged his shoulders slightly.
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