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"In that case," was the somewhat stiff rejoinder, "there is, I fear, nothing more to be said." There was a brief silence. Tallente would have been glad to make his escape, but found no excuse. "When we beat Germany," Horlock ruminated, "the man in the street thought that we had ensured the peace of the world.
"It's a curious thing about Englishmen," Horlock reflected, "especially the Englishman who has to vote. The most eloquent appeals on paper often leave him unmoved. A perfectly convincing pamphlet he lays down with the feeling that no doubt it's all right but there must be another side. It's the spoken words that tell, every time. What about Miller's election next week?"
You know the circumstances; no one is more capable of understanding the case than you, for you are an artist. Maggie heard that I had had a model, that's what it amounts to, and she broke off the engagement; nothing could be more unjust, nothing could be more unwarranted." "It could be brought on again, I know that," said Mrs. Horlock, and she turned the shoulders of her horse to the light.
Horlock himself undertook the defence of his once more bitterly assailed Government and from the first it was obvious what the end must be. He spoke with the resigned cynicism of one who knows that words are fruitless, that the die is already cast and that his little froth of words, valedictory in their tone from the first, was only a tribute to exacting convention.
"It never occurred to me, though, to connect it with anything of this sort. Surely Palliser was a cut above the ordinary blackmailer?" Tallente shrugged his shoulders. "A confusion of ethics," he said. "I dare say you remember that the young man conspired with my wife to boost me into a peerage behind my back However! "One last word, Tallente," Horlock interrupted.
"And will you tell me what the devil you mean by authorising your secretary to write these letters?" he demanded. Tallente picked them up, read them through and gasped. "Written by Palliser, aren't they?" Mr. Horlock demanded. "Without a doubt," Tallente acknowledged. "The amazing thing, however, is that they are entirely unauthorised.
That is why I telephoned for you. Horlock is quite resigned. I understand that they will send for me, but I wish to tell you, Miller, as I have just told Tallente, that I have finally made up my mind that it would not be in the best interests of our party for me to attempt to form a Ministry myself. I am therefore passing the task on to Tallente. Here is a list of what we propose."
"A man should live at his studio, impossible to settle down to work, if he doesn't," he thought, and he watched Mrs. Horlock coming up the green accompanied by the chemist's wife and the pugs. "Dear old lady, how nice she looks in her black dress and poke bonnet! And there goes the General he is giving all his coppers to the children."
The Southdown Road might have remained here for the next five hundred years, and we should have known nothing of it had it not been for Mrs. Horlock; if she likes to know these people let her know them, but why force them upon us? It was only the other day she was talking to me about calling on some new friends of hers who have come to live there.
"It doesn't really amount to anything. We are not ready for their resignation at the moment, any more than they are ready to resign." "You are an object of terror to all my people," she confided smilingly. "They say that Horlock dare not go to the country and that you could turn him out to-morrow if you cared to." "So much for politics," he remarked drily. "So much for politics," she assented.
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