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The other looked upon his new friend vaguely. "Why, I forgot to thank her for the ride," he exclaimed. "You'll have other chances, Senator," Truslow assured him. "Mrs. Protheroe has a hobby for studying politics and she expects to come down often. She has plenty of time she's a widow, you know." "I hope you didn't think," responded Alonzo indignantly, "that I thought she was a married woman!"
"Here!" was all he said as he pressed the plate and napkin into her hand and departed forcibly for the hall, leaving a spectacular wreckage of trains behind him. Here were placed a divan and a couple of chairs; there was shade from the glare of gas, and the light was dim and cool. Mrs. Protheroe had risen from the divan when Alonzo entered this grotto, and stood waiting for him.
Bragge Bathurst and Colonel Baillie, or Mr. Protheroe, would have been returned without the slightest effort to prevent it. My avowed intention of being a candidate, however, first made the White Lion Cock, Bragge Bathurst, turn tail and declare off, and next induced Colonel Baillie to decline.
"You will be more comfortable down here with me, won't you, my dear, than up there, with not a creature to speak to?" In this way Mrs Protheroe made her apology for giving Miss Mackenzie her tea downstairs, in a little back parlour behind the kitchen. It was a tidy room, with two wooden armchairs, and a bit of carpet over the flags in the centre, and a rug before the fire.
Protheroe would have been returned as quiet as mice, without a word being said by any body against it.
"I won't see him," said she, with heightened colour, grieving greatly that the strong-minded Hannah Protheroe, or Buggins, as it might probably be by that time, was not at home. "Martha, don't let him come up. Tell him to go away at once." After some persuasion, the girl went down with the message, which she softened to suit her own idea of propriety.
'I wished to respect you both, and now I can respect neither of you. Good-morning, Mr. Protheroe. Mr. Protheroe stood discomfited, and looked mournfully after her as she walked away. When she had disappeared round the bend of the road he sat down upon the bank and plucked grasses with mechanical fingers, turning the thing up and down in his mind for an hour or thereabouts.
"I come to the Legislature to do right!" "You will, ah, you will do right in this!" Mrs. Protheroe thrust up her veil again and her face was flushed and radiant with triumph. "And you'll work, and you'll make a speech for the bill?" At this the righteous exaltation began rather abruptly to simmer down in the soul of Alonzo Rawson.
There were four candidates Mr. Davis, the White Lion or Tory candidate, Mr. Protheroe, and Sir Samuel Romilly, both of whom stood upon the Whig interest, and myself, who contended upon true constitutional principles, to maintain the right of the people to free election.
By this conduct the real friends of Reform were disgusted, and the enthusiasm that was so visible during the former election was paralized: neither myself nor any one of my friends ever canvassed for a single vote; the electors had been all canvassed, over and over again, by the partizans of Davis, Protheroe, and Romilly.
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