Good-bye." She could not withhold her face from his asking lips, and he had bent to take his privilege when a step in the hall threatened and divided them.
"It's only Mr Hesketh going upstairs," said Dora, with relief.

"I thought it was Father.

Oh, Lorne--fly!" "Hesketh!" Young Murchison's face clouded.

"Is he working for Winter, too ?" "Lorne! What a thing to ask when you know he believes in your ideas.
But he's a Conservative at home, you see, so he says he's in an awkward position, and he has been taking perfectly neutral ground lately.

He hasn't a vote, anyway." "No," said Lorne.