"Here I am, a Premier and forty-one! and I'm going on for all the world like a cross between a love-sick boy and a runaway criminal!"
He paused and added—
"And the worst of it, I am rather like a criminal and——"
He paused abruptly. A thought struck him and made him frown angrily at his folly. It was stupid to think of himself as love-sick, even in jest. He had not come to that. And to think of himself as a lover was not a thought that carried pleasant memories to Mr. Medland.
CHAPTER IX.
TWO HASTY UTTERANCES.
"Thank God, there's the Legislative Council, anyhow!" exclaimed Mr. Kilshaw.