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He, he, he!" and the old Marquis chuckled and cackled in solitary amusement. "Let's offer him one," he went on, half to enjoy the joke a little longer, half to utilise the opportunity of bringing his Ministerial wisdom to bear upon this erratic young man. "I don't see where there's room," said the Hon. Tolshunt Darcy, sulkily.
He said "one," but only out of modesty; for having once accepted a minor post in a Ministry that the Premier in posse had not succeeded in forming, he had retained a Cabinet air ever since. "Well, the beggar will scarcely come up at Highmead for a third licking," observed the Hon. Tolshunt. "No, poor Walter," said Lady Chelmer.
"I can't see any Walter Bassett," she murmured absently. "Why, you are staring straight at him," said Lady Chelmer. Miss Roan did not reply, but her face was eloquent of her astonishment, and when her face spoke, it was with that vivacity which is the American accent of beauty. What wonder if the Hon. Tolshunt Darcy paid heed to it, although he liked what it said less than the form of expression!
"Why, right here," said Lady Chelmer, involuntarily borrowing from the vocabulary of her young American protégée. "Walter Bassett!" said the Hon. Tolshunt, languidly. "Isn't that the chap that's always getting chucked out of Parliament?" "But his name doesn't sound Irish?" queried Amber. "What are you talking about, Amber!" cried Lady Chelmer. "Why, he comes of a good old Huntingdon family.
Before Lady Chelmer had time to bend her pink parasol a little more definitely, a thunder of applause turned Amber Roan's face back towards the wickets, with a piqued expression. "It's real mean," she said. "What have I missed now?" "Only a good catch," said the Hon. Tolshunt Darcy, whose eyes had never faltered from her face.
"The shortest cut," he said, "is past the prettiest woman." But he had to face her at the tea-table, where she blocked his view of the tables beyond and plied him with strawberries and smiles under the sullen glances of the Hon. Tolshunt Darcy and the timid cough of her chaperon. "I wonder you waste your time on the silly elections," she said. "We don't take much stock in Senators in America."
Tolshunt and Lord Woodham, in their apprehension of the common foe, began to find each other endurable. If it was politics that attracted her, Tolshunt felt he too could stoop to a career. As for the Marquis, he began to meditate resuming office. Both had freely hinted to her Ladyship that to give a millionaire bride to a man who hadn't a penny savoured of Socialism.
"There's room on the front bench," cackled the Marquis, shaking his sides. "Oh, I don't want you to roll off for him," said Miss Roan, who treated Ministerial Marquises with a contempt that bred in them a delightful sense of familiarity. "Tolshunt can sit opposite me he's stared at the cricket long enough." Tolshunt blushed with apparent irrelevance.
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