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While Miss Long, flushed with victory, was holding her horse till the judge fastened the ticket to his tossing head, Sawed-Off Wilmott stepped forward, feeling sure that the place of honor by Ella Anne's side would certainly be his.
He was swinging his feet, and singing, in a high, quavering voice, his favorite song, "The March o' the Cameron Men." When Sawed-Off Wilmott started a cheese factory down on the Lake Simcoe road each of his patrons had built, just at the gate, a small platform, called a milkstand, from which the cans were collected.
"Would any man write words like that to a woman unless he were her lover? Do you think he would?" He turned to Mrs. Wilmott, who sat silent, her eyes on the floor. "What do you say, Kittredge?" Lloyd met the judge's eyes unflinchingly, but he did not answer. Again Hauteville turned over the letters and selected another one. "Listen to this, both of you."
'Are you not, he cried, 'the representatives of the people? Wilmott was in the House one of us treasurer for the Amalgamated Society, and while Dale was hesitating, he sprang up. 'Before God, no! he answered. 'There isn't a Labour Member in this House who stands for more than the constituency he represents, or is here for more than the salary he draws.
He was foolish enough to think himself in love with me and well, I found it convenient and amusing to utilize him." "For what?" Mrs. Wilmott bit her red lips and then with some dignity replied that she did not see what bearing her purpose had on the case since it had not been accomplished. "Why wasn't it accomplished?" he asked. "Because the man was shot." "Who shot him?" "I don't know."
In spite of her willfulness and caprices Mrs. Wilmott was full of generous impulses and loyal to her friends. She was certainly not a snob, as witness the fact that she had openly snubbed a certain grand duke, not for his immoralities, which she declared afterwards were nobody's business, but because of his insufferable stupidity. She rather liked a sinner, but she couldn't stand a fool!
With her, excitement and a new sensation were the only rules of conduct, and her husband's opinion was a matter of the smallest possible consequence. Besides, he would probably never know it! Mrs. Wilmott, very languid and stunning, amidst her luxurious surroundings, received M. Paul with the patronizing indifference that bored rich women extend to tradespeople.
Wilmott had not accompanied her on this trip, and, being much alone, as most of her friends were in the country, she had seen a good deal of M. Kittredge, who frequently spent the evenings with her at the Hotel Waldorf, where she was stopping. She had met him through mutual friends, for he was well connected socially in New York, and had soon grown fond of him.
"Wilmott and the girl were not due until nine and I had finished by half past eight." "How did you know Wilmott would not be there until nine?" "Martinez told me. It was in Anita's petit bleu that Mrs. Wilmott showed him." "Had you no direct dealings with Anita?" The baron shook his head. "I never saw the girl. The thing just happened and I took my chance."
Two or three of the earliest arrivals had already entered by the store door, and Mr. Wilmott soon joined them. He had safely passed Scylla and Charybdis at the doctor's gate, but a worse fate awaited him, for the Sawyer twins were there, and his youthful spirits proved so attractive that they appropriated him as their own, and kept him from even speaking to Ella Anne all evening.
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