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He was obstinately certain that Oliver Marsham was not the man to make such a girl happy. Between the rich Radical member and the young officer poor, slow of speech and wits, and passionately devoted to the old-fashioned ideals and traditions in which he had been brought up there was a natural antagonism.
And then, after a short pause, he added, "As that is settled, perhaps you would have no objection to ask Mrs Marsham also?" "Won't she probably be engaged?" "No; I think not," said Mr Palliser. And then he added, being ashamed of the tinge of falsehood of which he would otherwise have been guilty, "I know she is not engaged." "She expects to come, then?" said Lady Glencora.
Sir James nodded. "His behavior to her was a piece of moral cowardice, I suppose. I saw a good deal of him during the trial, of course, though it is years now since I lost all trace of him. He was a sensitive, shy fellow, wrapped up in his archæology, and very ignorant of the world when it all happened. It tore him up by the roots. His life withered in a day." Marsham flushed.
Marsham returned to the drawing-room with the ladies, declaring that he must be off in twenty minutes. Alicia settled herself in a corner of the sofa, and played with Lady Lucy's dog. Marsham endeavored, for a little, to do his duty by Miss Falloden; but in a few minutes he had drifted back to Alicia.
If I don't, Marsham will." "Look here, this isn't a one man job." Wimperley's voice had barely regained its steadiness. "This message settles, as I take it, our views of Clark. God knows we don't question anything but his suitability for his position at the present stage of affairs. He's got to be told the inevitable and we've all got to go up. There's no other way out of it.
Marsham, on his side, recalled with discomfort various small incidents in the House of Commons which might have seemed to an enemy to illustrate or confirm such an explanation of the state of things. Absurd, of course! He was an old friend of Ferrier's, whose relation to his mother necessarily involved close and frequent contact with her son.
Sir James gave a slow and grudging assent to this; but in the end he did assent, after the relations between him and Marsham had become still more strained. Further statements were drawn up for the newspapers. As the afternoon wore on the grounds and hall of Lytchett betrayed the presence of a number of reporters, hurriedly sent thither by the chief London and provincial papers.
On the Tuesday morning Marsham went down to the House, for a Committee, in a curious mood half love, half martyrdom. The thought of Diana was very sweet; it warmed and thrilled his heart. But somehow, with every hour, he realized more fully what a magnificent thing he was doing, and how serious was his position.
Birch smiled again. "I saw old Mr. Vavasour the other day clients of ours, you understand. A close-fisted old boy, Miss Merton. They imagined they'd get a good deal out of your cousin. But not a bit of it. Oliver Marsham does all her business for her. The Vavasours don't like it, I can tell you." "I haven't seen either him or Lady Lucy is that her name? since I came." "Let me see.
Marsham giving the last directions for the day to the head keeper. The voice was sharp and peremptory too peremptory, one might have thought, for democracy addressing a brother. But the keeper, a gray-haired, weather-beaten man of fifty, bowed himself out respectfully, and Marsham turned to greet Diana. Mrs. Colwood saw the kindling of his eyes as they fell on the girl's morning freshness.
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