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At the end of their cross-examination, when Sir Wilfrid was ready to start for Martover, the police headquarters for the district, she rose, and said she would go back to her room. "Do, do, dear child!" Bury threw a fatherly arm round her, and went with her to the foot of the stairs. "Go and rest sleep if you can." As Marcia moved away there was a sudden sound at the end of the hall.
While the humming noise drew nearer she lifted the local paper from the ground and looked eagerly at the account of the Martover meeting. The paper was a Radical paper, and it had blossomed into its biggest head-lines for the Chancellor. "Chancellor goes for the Landlords," "Crushing attack," "Tories writhe under it," "Frantic applause." She put it down, half contemptuous, half pleased.
"Suppose she had been a Liberal," said Marion, slyly. Atherstone shrugged his shoulders too honest to reply. He ruminated over his pipe. Presently his eyes flashed. "I hear Coryston's very servants his man and wife were evicted from their cottage for political reasons." "Yes, by that Radical miller who lives at Martover," said Marion. Atherstone stared. "My dear!
They've been just gorging chickens this last year nasty beasts! That don't matter much, however. No. 4 Ah-ha!" he rubbed his hands "I'm on the track of that old hypocrite, Burton of Martover " "Burton! one of the best men in the country!" cried Atherstone, indignantly. "You're quite mistaken, Lord Coryston!" "Am I!" cried Coryston, with equal indignation "not a bit of it.
A poster announcing the Martover meeting was lying about in her sitting-room, and from a fragment of conversation overheard between her mother and Mr. Was her mother afraid that Arthur would do something silly and public when they came down! Not the least likely! He had plenty of opportunities in London, with no local opinion, and no mother to worry him.
There's a parable called, I believe, 'The Unjust Servant, which I intend to rub into him. Item, No. 3, Pitch into the gentleman who turned out the man who voted for Arthur the Radical miller Martover gent who's coming to see me at three this afternoon, to ask what the deuce I mean by spreading reports about him. Shall have a ripping time with him!"
But she never wavered for one moment as to her determination to see Enid Glenwilliam after the Martover meeting; nor did the question of Arthur's personal happiness enter for one moment into her calculations. The breakfast gong had just sounded at Hoddon Grey. The hour was a quarter to nine.
Then she turned to the butler, and inquired if Mr. Arthur was in the house. "His motor came round, my lady, about twelve o'clock. I have not seen him since." The lunch passed almost in complete silence between the two ladies. Lady Coryston was informed that Sir Wilfrid and Lester had gone to Martover in connection with Marcia's share in the events at Redcross Farm.
"From the bills I saw posted up in Martover as we came through" Sir Louis Ford lowered his voice "I gathered the amazing fact that Coryston Coryston! is going to take the chair at a meeting where Glenwilliam speaks some way on in next month." Sir Wilfrid shrugged his shoulders, with a warning glance at the stately form of Coryston's mother in the distance. "Too bad to discuss!" he said, shortly.
When I first saw the notice of the Martover meeting it was a shock to me I admit it. But since then he has done so many other things he has struck at me in so many other ways he has so publicly and scandalously outraged family feeling, and political decency " "I really haven't," said Coryston, mildly. "I haven't if this was a free country."
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