"Great Labour Victory in Eastroyd," she read. "Triumphant Return of Mr. Richard Faversham."
Her eyes were riveted on the paper, and almost unheeding the Count's presence she read an article devoted to the election. Especially was her attention drawn to the Career of the Successful Candidate.
"Although Mr. Faversham, because of his deep sympathy with the aims of the working classes, has been returned to Parliament by them," she read, "he is not a typical Labour Member. As the son of a scholar, and the product of one of our best public schools, he has naturally been associated with a class different from that which has just given him its confidence. Years ago he was regarded as the heir of one of our great commercial magnates, and for some time was in possession of a great country house. His association with the middle classes, however, has not lessened his passionate interest in the welfare of the poor, and although he has of late become less advanced in his views, there can be no doubt that he will be a strong tower to the party with which he has identified himself."
"He will be in London to-morrow," remarked Romanoff, when presently the woman lifted her head.
"In London? To-morrow!"
The Count noted the eagerness with which she spoke.
"Yes," he said; "to-morrow."
"And he will be a great man?"
"Not necessarily so," answered Romanoff. "He will be a Labour Member at four hundred pounds a year. He will have to be obedient to the orders of his party."
"He never will! He is not a man of that sort!"