'But can't you even imagine a purpose for their driving into Bevisham so pompously?'
'Well, men with drags haven't commonly much purpose,' he said.
'But on this occasion! At an Election time! Surely, Nevil, you can guess at a reason.'
A second trumpet blew very martially. Footmen came in search of Captain Beauchamp. The alternative of breaking her pledged word to her father, or of letting Nevil be burlesqued in the sight of the town, could no longer be dallied with.
Cecilia said, 'Well, Nevil, then you shall hear it.'
Hereupon Captain Baskelett's groom informed Captain Beauchamp that he was off.
'Yes,' Nevil said to Cecilia, 'tell me on board the yacht.'
'Nevil, you will be driving into the town with the second Tory candidate of the borough.'
'Which? who?' Nevil 'asked.
'Your cousin Cecil.'