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The servant opened the gate. Mr. Robert Hobbs was at home; he had friends with him, he was engaged; Lord Vargrave sent in his card, and the introductory letter from Mr. Winsley. In two seconds, these missives brought to the gate Mr.
Winsley, who has a great deal of interest there, and was a supporter of his, hangs back on account of the question. This is unlucky, as Staunch is quite with us; and if he were to rat now it would be most unfortunate." "Winsley! Winsley! my poor uncle's right-hand man. A great brewer, always chairman of the Templeton Committee. I know the name, though I never saw the man."
It seemed, however, that Winsley whose resentment was not of a very active or violent kind had not communicated the discovery he had made to his fellow townspeople; but had contented himself with hints and aphorisms, whenever he had heard the subject of Mr. Templeton's marriage discussed, which had led the gossips of the place to imagine that he had made a much worse selection than he really had.
Winsley, thoroughly softened by the charm of Vargrave's words and manner. "Let me put on my hat, and show you his house." "Will you? That's very kind; give me all the election news by the way you know I was once within an ace of being your member." Vargrave learned from his new friend some further particulars relative to Mrs.
"Well, you shall give me the address and a letter of introduction, and so much for that matter. But to return to politics;" and here Lord Vargrave ran eloquently on, till Mr. Winsley thought him the only man in the world who could save the country from that utter annihilation, the possibility of which he had never even suspected before.
Winsley," and Lumley held out his hand with enchanting frankness, "you know my motives are disinterested; I have no parliamentary interest to serve, we have no constituents for our Hospital of Incurables; and oh! that's right, we're friends, I see! Now I must go and look after my ward's houses. Let me see, the agent's name is is " "Perkins, I think, my lord," said Mr.
Winsley, turned the conversation upon the business on which he had principally undertaken his journey, namely, the meditated purchase of Lisle Court. "I myself am not a very good judge of landed property," said Vargrave; "I wish I knew of an experienced surveyor to look over the farms and timber: can you help me to such a one?" Mr.
The slim secretary went to inspect the cathedral. Mr. Winsley was a little, thickset man, with a civil but blunt electioneering manner. He started when he heard Lord Vargrave's name, and bowed with great stiffness. Vargrave saw at a glance that there was some cause of grudge in the mind of the worthy man; nor did Mr. Winsley long hesitate before he cleansed his bosom of its perilous stuff.
Winsley, with another sardonic smile; "and I asked the porter at the lodge as I went out if that was Lady Vargrave, and he said, 'yes. However, my lord, bygones are bygones, I bear no malice; your uncle was a good man: and if he had but said to me, 'Winsley, don't say a word about Mrs.
Robert Hobbs himself, a smart young man, with a black stock, red whiskers, and an eye-glass pendant to a hair-chain which was possibly a gage d'amour from Miss Margaret Winsley. A profusion of bows, compliments, apologies, etc., the carriage drove up the sweep, and Lord Vargrave descended, and was immediately ushered into Mr. Hobbs's private room.
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