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Among the first was that from Medland's own constituency: he was beaten by above a hundred votes.
Lady Eynesford, abandoned by Church and State alike, surrendered, thanking heaven that Daisy Medland's youth postponed another distasteful necessity. "You'll have to face it in a few months' time," said Eleanor Scaife, who was not always as comforting a companion as a lady in her position is supposed to be. "Oh, they'll be out in a month," answered Lady Eynesford confidently.
Medland's sanguine mind caught eagerly at the chance, and in a moment turned it into a hope almost a conviction. Then the whole thing would go down to the grave with the unlucky man, and not even its spectre survive to trouble him.
Benham smiled viciously; Coxon, who stood by, watched the scene closely. "Ah!" said Benham, "perhaps not; but you know me and so will she," and he in his turn raised his voice in growing excitement. Daisy, frightened at the angry interview, clung to Medland's arm, looking in wonder from him to Benham.
"I'm afraid not," said Alicia. "I wonder what they're talking about." Mr. Medland's voice, though not loud in ordinary speech, was distinct and penetrating. In a moment Alicia's wonder was satisfied. "Only be sure you get the right gin," he said. "Good gracious!" said Alicia. "Is that characteristic of a young community, Eleanor?" Miss Scaife made no reply. The two parties met, and Mr.
The whole thing was, as Captain Heseltine regretfully observed, "fizzling out," and he proposed to go home to lunch. Medland's train arrived half-an-hour later, and he came out of the station, looking round in surprise at the martial aspect of the scene. Then he smiled. "We look rather asses," whispered Heseltine. "I wonder if they did it on purpose."
Suddenly she paused in her walk and lifted her eyes to his. "You look happier," she said. Medland's conscience smote him: he was looking happier because the man was dead. "It's at the prospect of being a free man to-morrow," he answered, with a smile. "You know, Cincinnatus was very happy." "But you're not like that." "No, I suppose not. Say it's " "Never mind."
"Riding for a fall, eh?" "I shouldn't wonder." "I hope you're right," said Sir Robert, with a smile. And they discussed the matter with much acumen, and would doubtless have arrived at a true conclusion, had they known anything about the matter. But, as it happened, they were all ignorant of the real reason which dictated Medland's conduct.
Coxon watched him with a morose frown; he was angry and envious at Medland's disregard of the pretensions which he thought his own achievements justified. Though he was conscious that it would be wisest to say nothing, he could not help observing, "Well, I hope it will be a long time before I am asked to change service under you for service under Norburn."
"It's Jimmy Medland's last throw, anyhow," added Kilshaw. "I'll see to that." "Look! There he is!" called a man in the bow-window, and the company crowded round to look. Medland was walking down the street side by side with a short, thick-set man, whose close-cut, stiff, black hair, bright black eyes, and bristly chin-tip gave him a foreign look.
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