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But she explained her own plans and the necessity for her immediate departure from Leichardt's Land how she had hoped, too, to take Biddy with her and interest her once more in literary and artistic work. 'Biddy won't go, she told me so, and I don't mean to let her, said Lady Tallant decidedly.
Even still, he could do it with a small amount of capital to supply a sop for the Bank.... Now that the Drought had broken they would be more likely to let him go on.... He thought of the 3,000 pounds Sir Luke Tallant had made him put into settlement on his marriage.
Leonard Dickinson, very spruce and dignified in a black cutaway coat, was dictating rapidly to a woman, stenographer, whom he dismissed when he saw us. The door was shut. "I was just asking Paret about the telephone affair," said Mr. Tallant. "Well, have you found a way out?" Leonard Dickinson looked questioningly at me. "It's all right," I answered. "I've seen Jason."
Paret: undoubtedly that was what he had meant to imply... And I was forced to admit that he had succeeded deliberately or not in making the respectable Mr. Paret just a trifle uncomfortable. In the marble vestibule of the Corn National Bank I ran into Tallant, holding his brown straw hat in his hand and looking a little more moth-eaten than usual.
"I guess there's no danger of your ever being mayor, Judd," Tallant observed, with a somewhat uneasy jocularity. "I guess there isn't, Judah," replied the boss, quickly, but with a peculiar violet flash in his eyes. "They won't ever make you mayor, either, if I can help it. And I've a notion I can. I'd rather see Krebs mayor."
I saw Tallant glance at Gorse and Dickinson, and I knew the matter had been decided between themselves, that they had been merely withholding it from me until after election. I was besmirched, for the present at least.
The first had the address of a house in South Belgravia, where lived Sir Luke Tallant of the Colonial Office and Rosamond his wife distant connections of the Gavericks. Lady Bridget's letters were type-written, most carelessly, with the mistakes corrected down the margin of the flimsy sheets in the manner of author's proof the whole appearance of them suggesting literary 'copy'.
Everything was rush and hurry during the few weeks between the engagement and the marriage. It was plain that Lady Tallant wished to get the wedding over before she and the Governor started upon a tour of the important stations in the settled districts round Leichardt's Town, officially contemplated.
Nor a greater contrast than the new Governor's wife to the fat, kindly, old marchioness. Lady Tallant was a London woman, of about forty-five. She had been excessively pretty, but had rather lost her looks after a bad illness, and her worst affliction was now a tendency to scragginess, cleverly concealed where the chest was no longer visible.
It was not an altogether successful party. The dinner had portentous suggestiveness; the Leidchardt'stonians were at first rather difficult. Sir Luke a little too conscious of his responsibilities towards the British Throne: Lady Tallant so brilliant as to be bewildering.
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