False EvidenceOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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False Evidence
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Soldiers -- Fiction
When he resumed his chair there was a burst of applause (Devonshire men
are generous with their hands and feet), at the conclusion of which the
lecturer, a retired linen-draper from Minehead, stepped forward. Of
course his doing so was the signal for another little round of
cheering, during which he stood rustling his papers about, edging down
his cuffs, and making desperate efforts to appear at his ease, which he
most certainly was not. At last he made a start, and in less than five
minutes I found myself devoutly wishing that he would look sharp and
finish. The land question may be an immensely interesting one--no
doubt it is; but when it consists in having long strings of depressing
statistics hurled mercilessly at you by a nervous little ex-vendor of
calico, who made a point of dropping his h's, you can very soon have
enough of it. Before long I saw my father politely stifle a yawn--a
piece of delicacy which I, not being upon the platform, did not think
it necessary to imitate. The audience behaved admirably. The painful
efforts written on the faces of most of them to appear intelligently
interested were quite affecting, and at exactly the proper moments they
never failed to bring in a little encouraging applause. I'm quite sure
there wasn't one of them who understood a word of what the man was
saying, but they were evidently charitably inclined to put this down to
their own stupidity rather than to the incompetence of the lecturer.
He had been droning on for about half-an-hour, when a slight commotion
caused by the noisy entrance of some late-comers led me to turn my
head. Instantly my spirits rose, for I foresaw a row. The new-comers
were all Luccombe men, and between the men of Luccombe and the men of
Porlock there existed a deadly enmity. They were rivals in sport and
also in politics, for whilst Luccombe boasted a Radical club, Porlock
was distinctly Conservative. The arrival of these Luccombites,
therefore, was most promising, for they certainly had not come out of
compliment to their neighbours, and I took an early opportunity of
changing my seat for one nearer the back of the room, so as to be in
the fun in case there should be any.
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