London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Love -- Fiction; Political fiction; Satire
She had an opportunity of telling him so, but she refrained from doing
so: if he lacked judgment there was no reason for her to attempt to
consolidate his views on heredity by so indiscreet an act. She pointed
out the paragraph to him when he came down to breakfast but made no
comment upon it. No one since the world began ever regarded an absence
of comment as an indiscretion.
“But it takes my breath away,” said Sir Creighton. “Heavens! just think
of it--Clifton--Ernest Clifton, the wire-puller. What can she possibly
see... oh, after all... a curious coincidence, isn’t it, that this
talk should be just now about her father getting a seat in the Cabinet?
But I can’t for the life of me see where Clifton comes in. He has no
power of that sort, whatever may be ascribed to him as an organiser in
the country. He could be of no use to West, for his seat is a perfectly
safe one. And we thought...”
“_You_ did, at any rate,” said Amber.
“I did--I admit it. I thought--I hoped. It would have come out so well.
I might have been able to give him a helping hand.”
“To give Mr. Winwood a helping hand?”
“I thought it just possible if the worst came to the worst. But I
suppose the business is settled in the other quarter. We can do nothing
now.”
“Of course one can do nothing when the announcement has appeared in the
papers.” Amber was disposed to take the same view of Providence and
the papers as was taken by the Under Secretary for the Arbitration
Department. They both appeared to regard the newspaper announcement as
a sort of civil ceremony, quite as binding as the one which follows the
singing of “The Voice that breathed o’er Eden.”
“I confess that I am surprised,” continued Amber. “But I suppose one’s
friends never do marry the people one allots to them. Still, there was
no reason for Josephine to be so secret.”
“Was there not?” said her father. “Take my word for it, if a woman is
ever secret it is only under the severest pressure.”
Amber smiled. Applying her father’s aphorism to herself, she refrained
from expressing what she thought on the subject of her father’s
knowledge of woman’s nature.
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