'
'No, not that, sir. But we are not always quite up to time.'
'No; indeed you are not. Perhaps you sit late at the House.'
'Sometimes I do,' said the young member, with a feeling almost
akin to shame as he remembered all the hours spent at the
Beargarden. 'I have had Gerald there in the Gallery sometimes. It
is just as well he should know what is being done.'
'Quite as well.'
'I shouldn't wonder if he gets a seat some day.'
'I don't know how that may be.'
'He won't change as I have done. He'll stick to your side. Indeed
I think he'd do better in the House than I shall. He has more gift
of the gab.'
'That is not the first requisite.'
'I know all that, sir. I've read your letter more than once, and I
showed it to him.'
There was something sweet and pleasant in the young man's manner
by which the father could hardly not be captivated. They had now
sat down, and the servant had brought in the unusual accessories
for a morning feast. 'What is all that?' asked the Duke.
'Gerald and I are so awfully hungry of a morning,' said the son
apologising.
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