Brooks, sir, you're a genius."
"You 'ave given him something to think about," Mrs. Bullsom murmured,
amiably. "I'd be willing enough but for the late hours. They never did
agree with Peter--did they? He's always been such a one for his rest."
Mr. Bullsom's thumbs made their accustomed pilgrimage.
"In the service of one's country," he said, "one should be prepared to
make sacrifices. The champagne, Amy. Besides, one can always sleep in
the morning."
Selina and Louise exchanged glances, and Selina, as the elder, gave the
project her languid approval.
"It would be nice for us in a way," she remarked. "Of course you would
have a house in London then, papa, and being an M.P. you would get
cards for us to a lot of 'at homes' and things. Only I wish you were a
Conservative."
"A Liberal is much more fashionable than he was," Brooks assured her,
cheerfully.
"Fashionable! I know the son of a Marquis, a Lord himself, who's a
Liberal, and a good one," Mr. Bullsom remarked, with a wink to Brooks.
"Well, my dears," Mrs. Bullsom said, making an effort to rise, and
failing at the first attempt, "shall we leave the gentlemen to talk
about it over their wine?
"Oh, you sit down again, mother," Selina directed.
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