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Lilian was universally admired; pallor heightened her beauty, and the assurance of outlived danger which Denzil had succeeded in imparting gave to her conversation a life and glow that excited interest in all who spoke with her. "Mr. Quarrier," said the hostess, playfully, in an aside, "if you were defeated at Polterham, I don't think you ought to care much.
Nearing the door yet again, she opened it, and went upstairs. Five minutes, and she had made herself ready to go out. At the foot of the stairs she called to her servant. "I must go into Polterham, Annie. If Mr. Quarrier should come whilst I'm away, say that Mrs. Quarrier and I have gone out, but shall be back very soon. You understand that?" Then she set forth, and hurried along the dark road.
"So you think people can be married legally in Paris?" persisted the alderman's wife, whose banns had been proclaimed in hearing of orthodox Polterham about a year ago. "Of course they can," fell from Serena. Lilian's age, personal appearance, dress, behaviour, underwent discussion at great length. "What church do they go to?" inquired some one, and the question excited general interest.
And people were born, and lived, and died in Bristol merciful powers! He made his way back to the hotel, drank a glass of hot whisky, and went to bed. After a sound sleep he awoke in the grey dawn, wondered awhile where he could be, then asked himself why on earth he had come here. It didn't matter much; he could strike off by the Midland to Polterham, and be there before noon. And again he slept.
Wade noticed red eyes and other traces of weeping. "What is the matter?" she asked, sharply. "Have you any news?" The girl answered with a faltering negative. She, too, had her unhappy story. A Polterham mechanic who made love to her lost his employment, went to London with hopes and promises, and now for more than half a year had given no sign of his existence. Mrs.
It was true that he had discovered his vocation; he spoke like a man of long Parliamentary experience, to the astonished delight of his friends, and with enthusiastic applause from the mass of his hearers. Such eloquence had never been heard in Polterham. If anything, he allowed himself too much scope in vituperation, but it was a fault on the right side.
It seemed impossible that Polterham could ever fall from its honourable position among the Conservative strongholds of the country; but the times were corrupt, a revolutionary miasma was spreading to every corner of the land.
There were solid reasons of more than one kind why the marriage should not be long delayed. It would be best if he returned to London and communicated with her by letter. He could write eloquently, and to let her think of him as in the midst of gay society might not be amiss. Shortly after Quarrier's arrival at Polterham, he was back again.
You may let people know that you were in my confidence about the private marriage. But I can trust your discretion as my own. Your glass pledge me in the old style!" Ten minutes more, and they were driving back to Polterham. But for domestic warfare, Mrs. Mumbray would often have been at a loss how to spend her time.
Wherever the lamplight fell upon a wall or hoarding, it illumined election placards, with the names of the candidates in staring letters, and all the familiar vulgarities of party advertising. "Welwyn-Baker and the Honour of Old England!" "Vote for Quarrier, the Friend of the Working Man!" "No Jingoism!" "The Constitution in Danger! Polterham to the Rescue!"
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