Young Wharton, on the contrary, was making way every day, and, what with securing Aldous's own seat in the next division, and helping old Dodgson in this, Lord Maxwell and his grandson had their hands full.
Dick Boyce was glad of it.

He was a Tory; but all the same he wished every success to this handsome, agreeable young man, whose deferential manners to him at the end of the day had come like ointment to a wound.
The three sat on together for a little while in silence.

Marcella kept her seat by the fire on the old gilt fenderstool, conscious in a dreamlike way of the room in front of her--the stately room with its stucco ceiling, its tall windows, its Prussian-blue wall-paper behind the old cabinets and faded pictures, and the chair covers in Turkey-red twill against the blue, which still remained to bear witness at once to the domestic economies and the decorative ideas of old Robert Boyce--conscious also of the figures on either side of her, and of her own quick-beating youth betwixt them.

She was sore and unhappy; yet, on the whole, what she was thinking most about was Aldous Raeburn.

What had he said to Lord Maxwell ?--and to the Winterbournes?
She wished she could know.