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I have just been introduced to her. But she isn't allowed to know me!" The laugh that accompanied the words had a pleasant childish chuckle in it. Mrs. Frant laughed also. "Girls, I suppose, have to do what they're told," she said, dryly. "But it was Arthur Coryston, wasn't it, who sent you that extra order for to-day, Enid?"
"My dear friend if you wish to resume this conversation it must be at another time. I haven't been able to tell you before, I didn't know it myself till late last night, when Enid told me. Your mother Lady Coryston will be here in half an hour to see Enid." He stared. "My mother! So that's what she's been up to!" "She seems to have asked Enid some days ago for an interview. My father's taken Mr.
"But I have no claim to know, nor do I want to know!" Newbury gave him a look of wonder. "I thought you were out for justice and freedom of conscience?" he said, slowly. "Is the Christian conscience alone excepted? Freedom for every one else but none for us?" "Precisely! Because your freedom means other men's slavery!" Coryston panted out the words. "You can't have your freedom!
And standing before her, with his hands on his sides, all his pleasant face disfigured by anger and the desire to wound, he poured out upon her a flood of recollections of his childhood and youth. Beneath the bitterness and the shock of it, even Lady Coryston presently flinched. This kind of language, though never in such brutal terms, she had heard from Corry once or twice. But, Arthur!
"I have a responsibility toward my father's property," said Coryston, calmly. "And I intend to settle down upon it, and try and drum a few sound ideas into the minds of our farmers and laborers. Owing to my absurd title I can't stand for our parliamentary division but I shall look out for somebody who suits me, and run him. You'll find me a nuisance, mother, I'm afraid.
There were persons talking in her mother's sitting-room Sir Wilfrid, Arthur, and Coryston she perceived them through the open windows. The sight of Arthur suddenly sobered her, and diverted her thoughts. For if Newbury now held the chief place in her mind, her mother still reigned there.
She had begun to write a letter to Coryston, but when found, it was incoherent, and could not be understood. She had removed the early photographs of Arthur from her table, and a larger, recent one of the young M.P., taken in London for the constituency, which was on her mantelpiece, and had placed them both face downward in the same drawer with the letters.
He thought Arthur was 'a real nice gentleman' so did his wife. Why shouldn't he vote for Arthur? Nobody wanted to kiss Burton's baby. Hang him! You know this kind of thing must be put a stop to!" And, getting up, Coryston stamped up and down furiously, his small face aflame. Atherstone watched him in silence.
"Coryston also knows very well," said Lady Coryston, coldly, "that everything he could possibly have claimed " "Short of the estates which were my right," put in Coryston, quietly, with an amused look. His mother went on without noticing the interruption: " would have been his either now or in due time if he would only have made certain concessions "
They lingered on at Coryston when, with the wedding so close in view, it would have been natural that they should return at once to London for shopping; and Marcia observed that her mother seemed to be more closely absorbed in politics than ever, while less attentive, perhaps, than usual to the affairs of the estate and the village.
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