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"Of course," he said disdainfully, "if you choose to repeat this to others you will do us both great damage. I suppose I can't help it. For anybody else in the world for Mrs. Watton and her son, for instance I have a perfectly good political defence, and I shall defend myself stoutly. I have no intention whatever of playing the penitent in public."
Edward Watton brought him to the meeting." "But he has been down to see you there several times before, as well as coming here?" "Oh yes! almost every week since we met at Castle Luton." "It is curious," said Maxwell, thoughtfully; "for he will certainly vote steadily with Fontenoy all through. His election speeches pledged him head over ears."
While, last of all, Edward Watton came up to her with a cousinly kindness she had scarcely yet received from him, and, drawing a chair beside her, overflowed with talk about George, and the Bill, and the state of things at Market Malford.
He found himself one of many there. And, like all salons, it had an inner circle. Charles Naseby, Edward Watton, Lady Madeleine Penley, the Levens some or all of these were generally to be found in Lady Maxwell's neighbourhood, rendering homage or help in one way or another.
There was a ripple of meaning laughter from all the young people, to many of whom this particular quarrel was already tiresomely familiar. Mr. Watton, who never understood anything, looked round with an inquiring air. Mrs. Watton condescended to take the hint and retire. In the drawing-room afterwards Mrs.
Watton, holding out her hand to him with an odd expression. "We're as dull as ditch water the men have all gone Florrie's in bed with a chill and Letty departed by the 9.30 train." George's start, as he took his coffee from her, did not escape her. "Miss Sewell gone? But why this suddenness?" he inquired. "I thought Miss Letty was to be here to the end of the week." Mrs.
"The rest" were Frank Leven, Edward Watton, Bayle, the Foreign Office private secretary who had been staying at Malford House at the time of Tressady's election, and Bennett, the "small, dark man" whom George had pointed out to Letty in the House as a Labour member, and one of the Maxwells' particular friends.
And now she leads him by the nose, and whatever tune he calls, the Government must dance to, because of his power in the House of Lords." "And the worst of it is," said Harding Watton, with an unpleasant laugh, "that if she were not a handsome woman, her influence would not be half what it is. She uses her beauty in the most unscrupulous way."
Watton, impressively, as she laid down the newspaper, "the only thing to be done is to take him away. Let people forget it if they can. And let me tell you, for your comfort, that he is not the first man, by a long way, that woman has led astray nor will he be the last." Letty's pale cheeks flamed into red. She stopped. She turned upon her comforter with eyes of hot resentment and dislike.
It was a perception of long standing with him, that life would have been better worth living had his mother possessed a sense of humour. "It seems to me," his mother resumed after a pause, "that someone at least should give Letty a hint." "Oh! Letty can take care of herself," said Watton, laughing. He might have said, if he had thought it worth while, that somebody had already given Letty a hint.
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