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Phineas found that the house was full at Saulsby, although the sojourn of the visitors would necessarily be so short. There were three or four there on their way on to Loughlinter, like himself, Mr. Bonteen and Mr. Ratler, with Mr. Palliser, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and his wife, and there was Violet Effingham, who, however, was not going to Loughlinter.
And then it was remembered that Laurence Fitzgibbon was also absent. Barrington Erle knew nothing of Phineas, had heard nothing; but was able to say that Fitzgibbon had been with Mr. Ratler, the patronage secretary and liberal whip, early on Thursday, expressing his intention of absenting himself for two days. Mr.
"Yes; I'm here," said Phineas, wincing in agony; "but be a little careful, there's a good fellow. I've been down in Kent and put my arm out." "Put your arm out, have you?" said Ratler, observing the sling for the first time. "I'm sorry for that. But you'll stop and vote?" "Yes; I'll stop and vote. I've come up for the purpose. But I hope it won't be very late."
Mildmay leads our side; and if anybody leads me, he does. But I have great faith in Mr. Monk." "There's one who would go for the ballot to-morrow, if it were brought forward stoutly," said Barrington Erle to Mr. Ratler a few minutes afterwards, pointing to Phineas as he spoke. "I don't think much of that young man," said Ratler. Mr. Bonteen and Mr.
You haven't heard, have you, that Mr. Ratler proposed to her the other day?" "No!" "But he did; at least, so she tells everybody. She said she'd take him if he would promise to get her brother's salary doubled." "Did she tell you?" "No; not me. And of course I don't believe a word of it. I suppose Barrington Erle made up the story. Are you going out of town next week, Mr. Finn?"
"Oh, but he is dead," said Mr. Ratler. "Lady Powell assured me half an hour ago," said Mr. Ratler's opponent, "that he was at that moment a great deal better than he had been for the last three months. The journey down to the House did him a world of good." "Then we'll have him down for every division," said Mr. Ratler. The political portion of London was in a ferment for the next five days.
"I'm not going to boast, but I don't know of one for whom we need blush. Sir Everard Powell is so bad with gout that he can't even bear any one to look at him, but Ratler says that he'll bring him up." Mr. Ratler was in those days the Whip on the liberal side of the House. "Unfortunate wretch!" said Miss Fitzgibbon. "The worst of it is that he screams in his paroxysms," said Mr. Bonteen.
"After all, a Scotch forest is a very scrubby sort of thing," said Mr. Ratler. There was nobody in the house, at least, they found nobody; and within half an hour Phineas was walking about the grounds by himself. Mr.
Poor Ratler! I shouldn't wonder if it isn't an asylum he's in before the session is over." Laurence Fitzgibbon certainly possessed the rare accomplishment of telling a lie with a good grace. Had any man called him a liar he would have considered himself to be not only insulted, but injured also. He believed himself to be a man of truth.
"Know me as a declared foe then," said Phineas, "and respect me." "That's all very well," said Ratler, "but it means nothing. I've always had a sort of fear about you, Finn, that you would go over the traces some day. Of course it's a very grand thing to be independent." "The finest thing in the world," said Bonteen; "only so d d useless."
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