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But don't let him ask me what to do, for I don't know." "You think such a course would be popular?" asked a large, grave man, a newspaper editor. "Of course it would," said Vennard cheerily. "The British public hates the idea of letting India get out of hand. But they want a lead. They can't be expected to start the show any more than I can."
Vennard resumed her basting; Vivia began talking to him about her work and about her walk, murmuring pleasantly in her clear, low tone, Janet now and then putting in a word. Ray sat there, sipping his spicy draught, and looking out with an unacquainted air at the stir to which his coming had lent some gladness. But his face was yet overcast with the shadows of the grave. In vain Mrs.
I heard him say something about there being "the devil of a lot of explaining" before him. Vennard and Cargill came last to the library, arm-in-arm as before. "I should count it a greater honour," Vennard was saying, "to sweeten the lot of one toiler in England than to add a million miles to our territory.
I can see all this now, but at the time I saw only stark madness and the horrible ingenuity of the lunatic. While Vennard was ruminating on his Bill, Cargill was going about London arguing like a Scotch undergraduate. The Prime Minister had seen from the start that the Home Secretary was the worse danger.
Vennard, it was said, intended to bring in a measure at the earliest possible date to authorise a scheme of enforced and State-aided emigration to the African mines. It would apply at first only to the famine districts, but power would be given to extend its working by proclamation to other areas. Such was the rumour, and I need not say it was soon magnified.
I had not the key, and missed much which otherwise would have been plain to me. For example, if I had known the secret, I must have seen Miss Claudia's gaze cease to rest upon Vennard and the adoration die out of her eyes. I must have noticed her face soften to the unhappy Deloraine. As it was, I did not remark her behaviour, till I heard her say to her neighbour "Can't you get hold of Mr.
Leave them alone, and Vennard and I will undertake to give them such a time in the House that they will wish they had never been born. We'll make them resign in batches." Dinner was announced, and, laughing uproariously, the two rebels went arm-in-arm into the dining-room. Cargill was in tremendous form. He began to tell Scotch stories, memories of his old Parliament House days.
We can't be expected to know about everything, and the misfortune is that the things I care about don't interest you. But they are important enough for all that." "Hush," said the lady rudely. "I want to hear what Mr. Vennard is saying." Mr. Vennard was addressing the dinner-table as if it were a large public meeting.
His friends have always known about it." I walked home, and looked in at the Club on my way. There I found Deloraine devouring a hearty tea and looking the picture of virtuous happiness. "Well, this is tremendous news," I said, as I sat down beside him. "What news?" he asked with a start. "This row about Vennard and Cargill." "Oh, that! I haven't seen the papers to-day. What's it all about?"
Some one in the distance, echoing the last line with an emphasis, caught her ear in the pause. It was Ray. He had already returned, then. She snatched the letter and sped into the kitchen, where she was sure to find him. Mrs. Vennard rocked in her miniature sitting-room at one side, contentedly matching patchwork.
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