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I don't happen to regard life as divided into public and private departments. My vision is gone broken I can see no object before me now in public life no goal no certainty." Lady Valleys caught his hand: "Oh! my dear," she said, "that's too dreadfully puritanical!" But at Miltoun's queer smile, she added hastily: "Logical I mean."
When he was near her, it seemed impossible that he could go on longer without knowing his fate; when he was away from her it was almost a relief, because there were so many things to be done and said, and so little time to do or say them in. But now, during this fortnight, which, for her sake, he had devoted to Miltoun's cause, his feeling had advanced beyond the point of comfort.
Winlow had gone to the piano and was playing to herself, for Lady Casterley, Lady Valleys, and her two daughters had drawn together as though united to face this invading rumour. It was curious testimony to Miltoun's character that, no more here than in the dining-hall, was there any doubt of the integrity of his relations with Mrs. Noel.
Was it not perfectly true that the Empire could only be saved by voting blue? Could they help a blue paper printing the words, 'New complications, which he had read that morning? No more than the yellows could help a yellow journal printing the words 'Lord Miltoun's Evening Adventure. Their only business was to win, ever fighting fair.
One of them, asked by her the way to Miltoun's staircase, preceded her with shy ceremony, and when she had vanished up those dusty stairs, lingered on, hoping that she might find her visitee out, and be obliged to return and ask him the way back. But she did not come, and he went sadly away, disturbed to the very bottom of all that he owned in fee simple.
Certainly not the partridge I should have expected from its breeding! Miltoun's answer: "I came up to tell you some thing, sir," riveted his father's stare for a second longer than was quite urbane. It would not be true to say that Lord Valleys was afraid of his son. Fear was not one of his emotions, but he certainly regarded him with a respectful curiosity that bordered on uneasiness.
He knows her, too and, one can only hope, for Miltoun's sake, too well an attractive person, with red moustaches, rather nice and mad. Bertie has just come down; I must get him to have a talk with Miltoun, and see if he cant find out how the land lies. One can trust Bertie he's really very astute.
But whereas, there the matter was confined to its electioneering aspect, here that aspect was already perceived to be only the fringe of its importance. Those feminine minds, going with intuitive swiftness to the core of anything which affected their own males, had already grasped the fact that the rumour would, as it were, chain a man of Miltoun's temper to this woman.
Lord Valleys, almost as good a judge of a man and a situation as of a horse or a pointer dog, leaned back in his chair, and said with faint sarcasm: "My dear fellow, it's good of you to have told me this; though, to be quite frank, it's a piece of news I would rather not have heard." A dusky flush burned slowly up in Miltoun's cheeks.
"There's nothing in politics you can't pick up as you go along," he said. "How old are you?" "Twenty-four." "You look older." A faint line, as of contemplation, rose between his eyes. Was it fancy that a little smile was hovering about Miltoun's lips? "I've got a foolish theory," came from those lips, "that one must know the conditions first. I want to give at least five years to that."
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