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Updated: September 27, 2025
Borrowdean struck a match, and Lord Redford looked thoughtfully out of the window across the park. "I was always afraid of this," Borrowdean said, gloomily. "There is a leaven of madness in the man." Lord Redford shrugged his shoulders. "Genius or madness," he remarked. "We may yet see him a modern Rienzi carried into power on the shoulders of the people. Such a man might become anything.
"One never knows," Berenice said, quietly. "There must be something great about a man capable of such prodigious self-sacrifice. For at heart Lawrence Mannering is an ambitious man." Lord Redford shrugged his shoulders. "Perhaps," he said, "but I am very sure of this. There is nothing so great about the man as his folly." Berenice smiled. "We shall see," she said.
She stood still and watched him go, a calm smile curving her lips, a very cyclone of passion tearing through her heart; and she scorned to recall him. Deb yearned to have her Australian sisters Frances was European with her at Redford, as in the old days; she hated to be luxuriating there without them. But for a time the husbands stood in the way. She could not bring herself to ask them too.
She saw in it greater possibilities than might have been forthcoming even if he had been chosen to lead the somewhat ragged party represented by Lord Redford and his followers. For the rest, she had been very near the success she so desired. Only an accident had robbed her of victory. If once they had reached the rose-garden she knew that she would have triumphed.
He was not so completely engrossed in his own affairs as to fail to notice her lack of colour and a certain weariness of manner, which had kept her more silent than usual during the whole evening. "Well?" she said. "There is nothing definite," he answered. "You see, the question of tariff reform is not before the House at present, and Redford does not require me to resign my seat.
Mary shouldered him as if he belonged to her when they arrived at Redford, shortly before the dinner hour. "Now, Mr Carey, you must go to the bachelors' quarters, I am sorry to say; but he will not miss you, since you have been away from him for so long. He knows me now," said Mary proudly, "and I will take charge of him. You may safely leave him to us now."
"What a Christmas Day!" was again his thought, while he dragged before his mind's eye old pictures of his English home, his dead mother, Santa Claus stockings, and all sorts of pathetic things. He resolved to quit Redford on the morrow, and spend the last hours of his leave in establishing his son elsewhere. Then Mary Pennycuick came out to him, with that son in her arms.
"Do you think you will be happy down there, cooped up in streets?" "I know I shall not. But the streets down there will be better than the streets of a bush township." "Why streets at all? Why not stay about here somewhere, where you have us all near you?" "Exiled from Redford? No, thank you. Besides, where could we stay? Detached cottages don't grow in these parts." Then he blurted it out.
Ennui and satiety possessed the popular young man at the moment for he was made for better things, and his dissatisfied soul tormented him; and a vision of old-time Redford and the beautiful girl who was like wine and fire, a blend of passion and purity that now impressed him as unique, rose before his mental eyes with the effect of water-springs in a dry land.
It was the good man's habit, when on his parochial visitations, to 'make' Redford at meal times, or at bed-time, whenever distances allowed; he called it, most appropriately, his second home, and walked into the house as if it really belonged to him two or three times a week.
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