Then they left him in peace, and he drank his cup to the dregs.
It was for Pedlington he had been working and saving, for a seat meant society and the bench, perhaps.... What did it matter now?
She was to come and sit within the cage when he made his first speech, and hear all the remarks.
“Of course it will be a success, for you do everything well, and your wifie will be the proudest woman in London.
“Sir Edward Trevor, M.P. I know it's foolish, but it's the foolishness of love, dear, so don't look cross; you are everything to me, and no one loves you as I do.”
What are they slowing for now? There's no station. Did ever train drag like this one?
Off again, thank God... if she only were conscious, and he could ask her to forgive his selfishness.
At last, and the train glides into Victoria. No, he had nothing to declare; would they let him go, or they might keep his luggage altogether.
Some vision was ever coming up, and now he saw her kneeling on the floor and packing that portmanteau, the droop of her figure, her thin white hands.
He was so busy that she did these offices for him—tried to buckle the straps even; but he insisted on doing that It gave him half an hour longer at the Club. What a brute he had been....