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Sam Quarrier had declared that rather than give his voice for Mumbray he would remain neutral. "Old W.-B. is good enough for a figure-head; he signifies something. If we are to be beaten, let it be on the old ground." That defeat was likely enough, the more intelligent Conservatives could not help seeing.
"Oh, depend upon it," said Mrs. Tenterden, in her heavy, consequential way, "there's more behind than we shall ever know! 'Unsound mind, indeed She was no more of unsound mind than I am!" It was after church, and Mrs. Mumbray, alone this morning, had offered the heavy lady a place in her brougham. The whole congregation had but one topic as they streamed into the unconsecrated daylight.
It was clear that the supporters of law and decency must bestir themselves to establish a new Society. Mr. Mumbray, long prominent in the municipal and political life of the town, had already made the generous offer of a large house at a low rental one of the ancient buildings which had been spoilt for family residence by the erection of a mill close by.
Denzil Quarrier, would "take it ill" if he, Mr. Mumbray, accepted an invitation to come forward as the candidate of the Conservative party. "I hope you know me better," Glazzard replied. "I have nothing whatever to do with politics." The ex-Mayor smiled thoughtfully, and went on to explain, "in strictest confidence," that there was a prospect of that contingency befalling.
"Come in!" he cried, joyously. "Such weather as this is a good omen. How do you do, Miss Glazzard? Here is Lilian all excitement to see you; she would give her little finger to go to the wedding." They entered the house. "Decidedly," said Denzil, turning to Lilian, "his appearance is a compliment to Miss Mumbray. When did you see him looking so well and animated?"
Mumbray thereupon began to encourage the slow advances of her Rector, who thought of Serena's fortune as a means to the wider activity, the greater distinction, for which he was hungering. Glazzard's self-contempt as he went home this evening was not unmingled with pleasanter thoughts. For a man in his position, Serena Mumbray and her thousands did not represent a future of despair.
It is really very strange!" Mrs. Mumbray vouchsafed further information. "I understood that she came from Stockholm." "Didn't I say she came from Denmark?" interrupted Mrs. Tenterden, triumphantly. There was a pause of uncertainty broken by Serena Mumbray's quiet voice. "Dear Mrs. Tenterden, Stockholm is not in Denmark, but in Sweden. And we are told that Mrs.
He smiled urbanely over the reports of Quarrier's speeches, called his adversary "a sharp lad," and continued through all the excitement of the borough to conduct himself with this amiable fatuity. "I vow and protest," said Mr. Mumbray, in a confidential ear, "that if it weren't for the look of the thing, I would withhold my vote altogether! W.-B. is in his dotage.
Even Welwyn-Baker junior was preferable; but why not recognize that the old name had lost its prestige, and select a representative of enlightened Conservatism, who could really make a stand against Quarrier and his rampant Radicals? Mr. Mumbray saw no reason why he himself should not invite the confidence of the burgesses.
In her way, said Toby Liversedge, she was as eloquent as Quarrier himself, and sundry other people were of the same opinion. With sullen acquiescence the supporters of Mr. Mumbray and "Progressive Conservatism" what phrase is not good enough for the lips of party? recognized that they must needs vote for the old name. Dissension at such a moment was more dangerous than an imbecile candidate. Mr.
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