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I have no faith in these active politicians who make long speeches to the public, and assure their friends, in very short notes, that they prefer trout-fishing to the cares of State! There is but one man who can save the society now." Bradwyn, Hatchett, and Ullweather looked up, each armed with a modest and repudiating smile. "Who?" asked Hatchett, looking down. "Robert Orange," said Penborough.
This does not look as though a very near alliance were in contemplation." "There are prettier women than she in the world," said Aumerle. "I have never seen her," said Penborough. "Large eyes, a small head, and the devil of a temper," said Bradwyn; "and sympathies there never was a young woman with so many sympathies!
There is an old proverb," he added, with a sneer, "'They are not all friends of the bridegroom who seem to be following the bride." Ullweather was still absorbed in his own meditation. "Marshire," said he, "is the man for us. We might do something with Marshire." "Nevertheless," said Penborough, "I have my eye on Orange." "I say," exclaimed Bradwyn, "be careful. Here is Reckage again.
In moody weariness he would sometimes condescend to the company of his subordinates on the General Committee and, while listening to their irresponsible prattle, he would seem to forget the onerous public interests the absolute neglect of which was his chief duty at the Council board. Near this gentleman were two others, Hartley Penborough, the editor of The Sentinel, and the Hon.
"I maintained from the first that he was overrated. His genial manner his open-hearted smile! Men always smile at creditors whom they don't intend to pay." "I foretold the whole situation," observed Penborough. "I said, 'Let Reckage once get full power, and he will fool us all. He affects not to be ambitious, and to prefer moral science to immoral politics.
But the card-tables were already placed, and Sara lost no time in arranging a quartette for whist. Penborough had to leave for the Times office. Pole-Knox had to hurry back to Fulham. The young lady, who was known to detest all games, was thus able to choose Robert for her partner in a short conversation. "Forgive me," said she, "but have you anything to tell me about Mrs. Parflete?"
Sympathy within wise limits was on the side of the lovers, but sympathy, nevertheless, expressed a desire to hear fuller particulars. Society journalism was, at that time, just coming into vogue, and the weekly papers contained several references to the strange rumour of an approaching divorce. Hartley Penborough and the members of the Capitol Club were wondering what line they ought to take.
"He expects everything except docility," said Penborough; "if the Opposition employ that means, they will embarrass all his calculations." Reckage, meanwhile, was confiding to Sara "I turned the horse round, rammed my spurs in, and put him at the rails again!" One statement, made by Penborough, caused a flutter.
"You should respect," said he, "that liberty, which we all have to deceive ourselves. Reckage has many good points." "But," said Penborough, "he has no moral force, no imagination. He judges men by their manners, which is silly. He thinks that every one who is polite to him believes in him. He will have to send in his resignation before long." "You don't mean it," said Aumerle.
The guests included Reckage himself, Orange, Charles Aumerle, the Dowager Countess of Larch, Hartley Penborough, Lady Augusta Hammit, and the Bishop of Calbury's chaplain, the Rev. Edwin Pole-Knox.
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