If he would return to his father's politics, then would she
too become a renegade. Would he speak in the next session? She
hoped he would speak. And if he did, might she be there to hear
him? She was cautious not to say a word of Frank Tregear,
understanding something of that strange jealousy which could exist
even when he who was jealous did not love the woman who caused it.
'No,' she said, 'I do not think we can sit. But still I like to be
here with you. All that some day will be your own.' Then she
stretched her hands out to the far view.
'Some of it, I suppose. I don't think it is all ours. As for that,
if we cared for extent of acres, one ought to go to Barsetshire.'
'Is that larger?'
'Twice as large, I believe, and yet none of the family like being
there. The rental is very well.'
'And the borough,' she said, leaning on his arm and looking up
into his face. 'What a happy fellow you ought to be.'
'Bar Tifto,--and Mr Jawstock.'
'You have got rid of Tifto and all those troubles very easily.'
'Thanks to the governor.
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