He
writes to me by return to say that he will be here this afternoon, as he
wishes to see me personally."
"I must say he hasn't lost much time," Louise remarked, smiling across
at Selina.
Mr. Bullsom grunted.
"I don't see how he could do much less," he said. "After all, though
every one admits that he's a clever young chap and uncommonly
conscientious, he's not well known generally, and he hasn't the position
in the town or anywhere which people generally look for in a
parliamentary candidate. I may tell you, girls, and you, mother, that
he was selected solely on my unqualified support and my casting vote."
"I hope," Mrs. Bullsom said, "that he will be properly grateful."
"I'm sure it's very good of you, pa," Selina declared, affably. She
liked the idea of Brooks owing so much to her father.
"There's no young man," Mr. Bullsom said, "whom I like so much or think
so much of as Mr. Brooks. If I'd a son like that I'd be a proud man.
And as we're here all alone, just the family, as it were, I'll go on to
say this," Mr. Bullsom continued, his right thumb finding its way to
the armhole of his waistcoat.
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