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"I shall decide that for myself," she said, lightly. Then after a pause: "So Lord Philip has won! all along the line! I should like to know that man!" "You do know him." "Oh, just to pass the time of day. That's nothing. But I am to meet him at the Treshams' next week." Her eyes sparkled a little. Marsham glanced at his sister, who was gathering up some small possessions at the end of the room.
Democracy is in the citadel and has run up its own flag. Or to take another metaphor the Whirlwind is in possession the only question is who shall ride it!" Diana declared that the Socialists would ride it to the abyss with England on the crupper. "Magnificent!" said Marsham, "but merely rhetorical. Besides all that we ask, is that Ferrier should ride it.
"I wish he knew something about his party and the House of Commons!" cried Marsham, as though a passion within leaped to the surface. The startled eyes beside him beguiled him further. "I didn't mean to say anything indiscreet or disloyal," he said, with a smile, recovering himself. "It is often the greatest men who cling to the old world when the new is clamoring.
I was as much in love with my old lady as Carroll evidently was with his young one I can't tell you why being in love has just to be taken for granted too, I suppose... Marsham understands.... We smoked our cigarettes, and sang again, once more filling that clear-painted, quiet apartment with a murmuring no louder than if a light breeze found that the bells of a bed of flowers were really bells and played on 'em.
She was dressed in a marvellous gown of white chiffon, adorned with a large rosette of Marsham's colors red-and-yellow and wore a hat entirely composed of red and yellow roses. The colors were not becoming to her, and she had no air of happy triumph. Rather, both in her and in Marsham there were strong signs of suppressed chagrin and indignation.
She now occupied one side of the table by herself, away from the fire, where she felt cold and desolate in the gloom of the large half-lighted room. Mr Palliser occupied himself with Mrs Marsham, who talked politics to him; and Mr Bott never lost a moment in his endeavours to say some civil word to Lady Glencora.
On leaving Tufton Street he went to Marsham Street, where he died in 1695. The art students from the gallery now patronize the little room behind the shop for lunch and tea, running across in paint-covered pinafore or blouse, making the scene veritably Bohemian. At the north end of Tufton Street is Great College Street. Here dignified houses face the old wall built by Abbot Litlington.
Quest pointed through the half-open door. "That will be your hat and coat upon the bed there, won't it?" he remarked. "I am sorry to hurry you off but I have another appointment. You will send, of course, for the young lady's friends," he added, turning to Mr. Marsham, "and cable her people." "There is nothing more you can do, Mr. Quest?" the hotel manager asked, a little querulously.
"Of course I do. She came to tell you that I was waltzing with Burgo Fitzgerald. You might as well ask me whether I knew why Mr Bott was standing at all the doors, glaring at me." "I don't know anything about Mr Bott." "I know something about him though," she said, again moving herself in her chair. "I am speaking now of Mrs Marsham."
Ferrier, by this letter, and by the strong negative influence he must have exerted in West Brookshire during the election, had himself loosened the old bond; and Marsham would henceforth stand on his own feet.
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