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"Dartrey is a brilliant person," she admitted, "but we all know that he is not a practical politician. The battle is between you and Horlock." Tallente was watching a woman go by, a woman in black and silver, whose walk reminded him of Jane. His hostess followed his eyes. "You are one of Alice Mountgarron's admirers?" she enquired. "I don't even know her," he replied.
But Maggie felt too sure of Frank to resist the temptation to tantalise him; besides her moods were naturally various, and the first relapse into her former coldness was answered by a sudden reversion to threats of murder and suicide, and one summer evening about six o'clock, when Mrs. Horlock took her dogs out and stood at the corner waiting for Angel, a rumour was abroad that Mr.
The Government Whips were fairly caught napping and were beaten by twelve votes." Dartrey's eyes flashed. "Tallente is a most wonderful tactician," he said. "This is the second time he's forced the Government into a hole. Horlock will never last the session, at this rate."
I won five hundred pounds with that horse; but I wouldn't be satisfied, and I ran him again the following day and lost it all and five hundred more with it. I had another horse. My wife is modelling him in wax; she will show it to you in the next room. Marvellous woman!" Passing Maggie by who was sitting in the window, Frank inveigled Mrs. Horlock into an anatomical discussion.
I haven't an idyllic retreat, a charming companion waiting for me there, a life outside that's so wonderful. I am driven on because there's nothing else." Horlock laid his hand upon his companion's shoulder. His tone was suddenly grave amply sympathetic. "My friend and enemy," he said. "If that is so I'm sorry for you."
"You shouldn't have let me get there," was the quick retort. Horlock drew a paper knife slowly down between his fingers. "I sent Williams to you yesterday." "You did. A nice errand for a respectably brought-up young man!" "Chuck that, Tallente." "Why? I didn't misunderstand him, did I?" "Apparently. He told me that you used the word 'blackmail."
Horlock said heartily, as the car pulled up outside Dartrey's little house. "Here's just a word of advice from an old campaigner.
He was frightened to death; he couldn't see me, and he bit me through the wrist. I went to the ball all the same. A dog died of hydrophobia in my arms. He died like a child, licking my hands and face. 'Come here, sir. Come to me." "I wish you wouldn't do it, Mrs. Horlock. I am afraid to call him, for fear he should think I intended to set him at you."
Where shall I put you down?" "In Chelsea, if you would," Tallente begged. "We are only just turning off the Embankment. I want to see Mrs. Dartrey." Horlock gave an order through the tube. "I am going down to Belgrave Square," he said, "then I am going back to Downing Street for to-night. To-morrow a dutiful journey to Buckingham Palace, Saturday a long week-end.
"I took I won't tell you how many glasses before I proposed to my wife, and then I was afraid; enough to make me a clever woman like Mrs. Horlock, I believe you wouldn't find a woman in England like Mrs. Horlock. Look round; all that's her work. Look at that white Arab exactly like him.
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