"That man Barton may be a fool to talk, but he's a
great power in the House with the other Labor men. And McEwart has been
hand and glove with Marsham all this Session. They're trying to force
Ferrier's hand. Some Bill the Labor men want--and Ferrier won't hear of.
A good many people say we shall see Marsham at the head of a Fourth
Party of his own very soon, _Se soumettre, ou se demettre!_--well, it
may come to that--for old Ferrier. But I'll back him to fight his
way through."
"How can Mr. Marsham oppose him?" asked Diana, in wonder, and some
indignation with her companion. "He is the Leader of the party, and
besides--they are such friends!"
Forbes looked rather amused at her womanish view of things. "Friends? I
should rather think so!"
By this time he and Diana were strolling up and down the winter garden
opening out of the hall, which was now full of a merry crowd waiting
for the departure of the shooters. Suddenly Forbes paused.
"Do you see that?"
Diana's eyes followed his till they perceived Lady Lucy sitting a little
way off under a camellia-tree covered with red blossom. Her lap was
heaped with the letters of the morning.
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