Lord Arranmore beckoned to his coachman, and the brougham, with its pair
of strong horses, drew up against the pavement. The footman threw open
the door. Selina entered in a fever for fear a cab which her father was
signalling should, after all, respond to his summons. Mr. Bullsom
found his breath taken away.
"We couldn't possibly take your lordship's carriage," he protested.
"I have only a few steps to go, Mr. Bullsom, and it would be a
kindness, for my horses are never more than half exercised. At 10:30
to-morrow then."
He stood bareheaded upon the pavement for a moment, and Selina's eyes
and smile had never worked harder. Mary leaned back, too angry to
speak. Selina and Mr. Bullsom sat well forward, and pulled both
windows down.
CHAPTER II
THE HECKLING OF HENSLOW
"The long and short of it is, then, Mr. Henslow, that you decline to
fulfil your pledges given at the last election?" Brooks asked, coldly.
"Nothing of the sort," Mr. Henslow declared, testily. "You have no
right to suggest anything of the sort."
"No right!"
"Certainly not. You are my agent, and you ought to work with me instead--"
"I have already told you," Brooks interrupted, '"that I am nothing of the
sort.
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