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Wasn't he splendid?" and looking so completely joyful that Medland was sure she must quite have forgotten Dick Derosne. She took his arm, and they made their way together to a carriage which was in waiting. An escort of police surrounded it, to save the Premier from his friends, and he, with Daisy, Norburn, and Mr. Floyd, the Treasurer, got in without disturbance.
That thing makes it all different. You will think it a poor reason and a strange idea I know you will; but your thinking it strange is just what makes it strongest to me. You may not understand I'm afraid you won't but you must believe that that is the only thing. Please don't try to see me, but send one line to say you believe me. ALICIA DEROSNE. Good-bye."
And it's you we have chiefly to thank for our deliverance." Coxon murmured a modest depreciation of his services, and said, "I hope Miss Derosne is well?" Something in his tones brought to his hostess one of those swift fits of repentance that were apt to wait for her whenever she allowed herself to treat this visitor with friendliness. He was so very prompt in responding!
"No, I was in England, and she died a year after I came back before I went into politics at all." "I wonder if she was nice." "My dear Alicia, what can it matter?" asked Eleanor. "If you come to that, Eleanor, most of the things we talk about don't matter," protested Alicia. "We are not Attorney-Generals, like Mr. Coxon, whose words are worth how much?" "Now, Miss Derosne, you're chaffing me."
She had not long to wait before Daisy came in. Alicia ran to meet her, but dared not open the subject near her heart, for the young girl's bearing was calm and distant. Yet her eyes were red, for it was but two hours since Dick Derosne had flung himself out of that room, and she had been left alone, able at last to cast off the armour of wounded pride and girlish reticence.
"You're very practical, Sir John." "High praise again!" "Perhaps hardly meant again!" "I'm sure Lady Eynesford teaches her household the value of practicality." "Well, Mary is practical; and I suppose Dick must be called so now Miss Granger's an excellent match. Oh, I suppose we all pass muster pretty well, except Alicia." "Miss Derosne is a visionary?" "A little bit of one, I often tell her."
Lady Eynesford considered him remarkably like a grocer, and the very quintessence of nonconformity; but he at least was indisputably respectable, a devoted husband, and the father of a large family, behind whose ranks he was in the habit of walking to chapel twice every Sunday. Sometimes he preached when he got there. Just to his right, talking briskly to Alicia Derosne, stood Mr.
Alicia stood by in silence. The little room felt close and hot. She was tired and worn out, for she had spent the morning writing a letter that seemed very hard to write. "Mightn't we go into the garden?" she asked. "There's no danger to us, is there, Mr. Flemyng?" "Oh dear, no, Miss Derosne. They're only thinking of Big Todd. I'll go on if you don't want me, Lady Eynesford."
He undid the envelope and glanced at the signature; then he sat up in sudden interest, for it was signed "Alicia Derosne." "You will be surprised," she said, "that I should write; but I doubted if you understood the other night, and I can't be misunderstood by you. If you were what I once thought you, I would do all you ask, whatever it cost me, but I can't now. It's all different now.
Coxon?" said Alicia, giving him a limp hand. "Shall I ring for tea, Mary?" "They'll bring it. You haven't wished him joy." "Oh, are you in the new Ministry?" "I have that honour, Miss Derosne. I hope you are on our side?" "I don't quite know which side you are on now," observed Alicia, in slow but distinct tones. Coxon grew red. "I I have joined Sir Robert Perry's Ministry," he answered.
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