“I was so tired, Father. It was a day to tire any one. Was it not?”
“I should say it was,” he replied with conscious diplomacy. “Now what part of it pleased thee best?”
“Well, Mr. North’s visit was of course wonderful; and Lord Exham’s visit was very pleasant. I enjoyed both; but Mr. North’s news was so very surprising.”
“To be sure. What dost thou think of it?”
“Of course, Edgar is on the other side, Father. In some respects that is a pity.”
“It is a shame! It is a great shame!”
“Nay, nay, Father! We won’t have ‘shame’ mixed up with Edgar. He is in dead earnest, and he has taken luck with him. Just think of our Edgar being one of Lord Durham’s favourites, of him speaking all over England and Scotland for Reform. Mr. North says there is no one like him in the drawing-rooms of the Reform ladies; and no one like him on the Reform platforms; and he was made a member of the new Reform Club in London by acclamation. And Earl Grey will get him a seat in Parliament next election.”
“Who is this Mr. North?”
“Why, Father! You heard him speak, and you ‘threw’ him down on the Green, you know.”
“Oh! Him! Dost thou believe all this palaver on the word of a travelling mountebank?”