But it is delightful to think that you may come here for your holidays." "If you read the newspapers," he remarked, a little grimly, "you might not be so sure that the country is clamouring for my services." She waved away his speech with a little gesture of contempt.
"Rubbish! Your defeat at Hellesfield was a matter of political jobbery.
Any one could see through that.

Horlock ought never to have sent you there.

He ought to have found you a perfectly safe seat, and of course he will have to do it." He shook his head.
"I am not so sure.

Horlock resents my defeat almost as though it were a personal matter.

Besides, it is an age of young men, Lady Jane." "Young men!" she scoffed.