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Hugh Roughsedge, reading him with a hostile eye, said to himself that if it hadn't been Lady Lucy it would have been something else. As it happened, he was quite as well aware as his mother that Marsham's visits to Beechcote of late had been far more frequent than mere neighborliness required. Marsham was in hunting dress, and made his usual handsome and energetic impression.
The hope that he infused tested her physically more severely than the agonies of the preceding weeks. But almost immediately she controlled herself, smiled at him again, and went. That night various changes were made at Tallyn. Diana's maid unpacked, in the room communicating with Marsham's; and Diana, pale and composed, made a new arrangement with Oliver's male nurse.
"It's been really a beastly business!" said Lankester, under his breath. "Precious little politics in it, too, as far as I could see. The strong Ferrierites no doubt have held aloof on the score of Marsham's supposed disloyalty to the great man; though, as far as I can make out, he has been careful not to go beyond a certain line in his speeches.
Diana's preoccupation with this matter carried her through the first week of Marsham's second campaign, and deadened so far the painful effect of the contest now once more thundering through the division. For it was even a more odious battle than the first had been.
Since old Marsham's death, Lady Lucy's never done a thing without Ferrier to advise her. Why she hasn't married him, that's the puzzle. But she's a curious woman, is Lady Lucy. Looks so soft, but " He pursed up his lips with an important air. "Anyhow, she depends a lot on Ferrier. He's constantly here whenever he can be spared from London and Parliament.
Then he deliberately took the paper to the fire, stirred the coals, and, tearing up the paper, burned it piece by piece. After it was done he walked back to Marsham's side. "I have burned the paper," he said, kneeling down by him. Marsham, who was breathing lightly with occasional twitchings of the brow, took no notice. But after a minute he said, in a steady yet thrilling voice: "Ferrier!"
"And you have no idea what led him to go abroad?" She shook her head. Marsham's changed and rapid tone had betrayed some agitation in the mind behind; but Diana did not notice it.
I've been scratching around at the head waters of the river, back there in the foot-hills." "Ah, 'prospects," observed the other, with a malicious shake of the head. "Guess you're allus prospectin' around. I see you diggin' Eve Marsham's tater patch yesterday. Don't guess you made much of a 'strike' in that layout?" "No." Peter shook his head genially. The little man's drift was obvious.
"Stick it out! You'll have to fight but she's worth it." Marsham's hand groped for his. Sir James pressed it, and walked away again, his eyes on the carpet. When he came back, he said, shortly: "You know your mother will resist it to the last?" By this, Marsham had collected his forces, and as he turned to the lamplight, Sir James saw a countenance that reassured him.
Barton had a warm heart if he were without that much more useful possession a narrow mind. Thus buttressed and befriended on almost all sides, Diana drank her cup of pleasure. Once in an interval between two dances, as she passed on Oliver Marsham's arm, close to Lady Lucy, that lady put up her frail old hand, and gently touched Diana's.
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