but gaily.

"Oh! I see," said Hallin, with disappointment, "she will only take care
he doesn't beat her--which I gather from your manner doesn't matter. And
her politics?"

"Lord Alresford was left out of the Ministry," said Marcella slily. "He
and Lady Selina thought it a pity."

"Alresford--_Alresford_? Why, of course! He was Lord Privy Seal in their
last Cabinet--a narrow-minded old stick!--did a heap of mischief in the
Lords. _Well!_"--Hallin pondered a moment--"Wharton will go over!"

Marcella was silent. The tremor of that wrestler's hour had not yet
passed away. The girl could find no words in which to discuss Wharton
himself, this last amazing act, or its future.

As for Hallin, he sat lost in pleasant dreams of a whitewashed Wharton,
comfortably settled at last below the gangway on the Conservative side,
using all the old catch-words in slightly different connections, and
living gaily on his Lady Selina. Fragments from the talk of
Nehemiah--Nehemiah the happy and truculent, that new "scourge of God"
upon the parasites of Labour--of poor Bennett, of Molloy, and of various
others who had found time to drop in upon him since the Labour smash,
kept whirling in his mind. The same prediction he had just made to
Marcella was to be discerned in several of them. He vowed to himself
that he would write to Raeburn that night, congratulate him and the
party on the possibility of so eminent a recruit--and hint another item
of news by the way. She had trusted her confidence to him without any
pledge--an act for which he paid her well thenceforward, in the coin of
a friendship far more intimate, expansive, and delightful than anything
his sincerity had as yet allowed him to show her.

But these London incidents and memories, near as they were in time,
looked many of them strangely remote to Marcella in this morning
silence. When she drew back from the window, after darkening the now
sun-flooded room in a very thorough business-like way, in order that she
might have four or five hours' sleep, there was something symbolic in
the act. She gave back her mind, her self, to the cares, the anxieties,
the remorses of the past three weeks. During the night she had been
sitting up with her father that her mother might rest. Now, as she lay
down, she thought with the sore tension which had lately become habitual
to her, of her father's state, her mother's strange personality, her own
short-comings.

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