17/42 As she stood before the fire, holding up a biscuit for him to jump at, she turned a red and conscious face towards her companion. The fire in the eyes, the smile on the lip seemed to say: "There!--now we have come to it. This is my passion--my hobby--this is _me_!" "Her enemies! You are political ?" "Desperately!" "A Tory ?" "Fanatical. But that's only part of it, 'What should they know of England, that only England know!'" Miss Mallory threw back her head with a gesture that became it. She had seated herself in a chair by the fireside. |