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"Not in that hat!" implored Daisy. "Certainly," answered Norburn, though it is doubtful if he had in truth intended to do so, but for Daisy's taunts. A tragic silence followed. At last, Miss Medland exclaimed, "What will Lady Eynesford think of my friends?" "I didn't know you cared so much for what Lady Eynesford thought. Besides, I need not present myself in that character."
Norburn, with rapid instinct, as soon as he had read, had run to her and forced her to go home. He was back from escorting her now, and walked up and down with hands behind him, speaking to no one among all the busily babbling throng.
"Really, you're too absurd," said Daisy pettishly. And poor Norburn knew that he was very absurd, and yet could not help being very absurd, although he despised himself for it. The real truth was that Daisy had told him that, except for this one occurrence, she had had a most charming afternoon, and that Dick Derosne had been kindness itself.
"The hopeful part of the situation is," said Sir Robert, "that Puttock is almost bound to fall out with somebody, either with Norburn, for the reason you name, or with Coxon, because Coxon will try to rule the roast, or with Medland himself." "Why should he quarrel with Medland?" "Why does the heir quarrel with the king? Besides, there's the Prohibition Question.
"I should be like Lear without a grievance," he said to himself, with a wry smile. "The very height of tragedy!" It was near midnight before he put away his work. Norburn had left him alone two hours before, and he rose now, laid down his pipe, and went to look for his daughter in her little sitting-room.
"My dear Eleanor, you're as strong as a pony," remarked Lady Eynesford. "A very little thing upsets Alicia." "No, I don't like turn-down collars," remarked Daisy Medland. "I'm very sorry," said Norburn. "You never said so before, and they're so comfortable." "And why don't you wear a high hat, and a frock-coat? It looks so much better. Mr. well, Mr.
The Premier, encouraged by this success, pulled himself together and approached the last and most delicate part of his task, which was to defend or palliate a phrase of Norburn's that had been greeted with angry groans and protests. Mr. Norburn had in fact referred to the Capitalist class as a "parasitic growth," and Medland was left to get out of this indiscretion as best he could.
"Ah, perhaps you don't see everything, Mr. Derosne." "I say, you don't mean that Mr. ?" "Good-bye," said Daisy, whipping up her pony. Dick was left wondering what she had meant, and whether anything so preposterous and revolting as the idea of Norburn having any business to control her doings or her likings could possibly have any truth in it.
Down to the very week before the Legislative Assembly met, Mr. Medland kept his own counsel, disclosing his mind not even to his colleagues. Then he called a Cabinet, and listened to the conflicting views set forth by Puttock and Norburn. "And what do you say, Mr. Coxon?" he asked, when Puttock's vehement harangue came to an end. "I shall follow your judgment implicitly," replied Mr.
The concrete form taken by this conflict of abstract principles seemed likely to be should the Government begin with a Temperance measure, or should it, in the first place, proceed to give to Labour that drastic Factory and Workshop Act which Norburn had advocated and Medland accepted, and which would, Mr.
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