He moved beside her, magnified and haloed, as it
were, by the dusk and the sunset. Yet his effect upon her was no mere
physical effect of good looks and a fine stature. It was rather the
effect of a personality which strangely fitted with and evoked her
own--of that congruity, indeed, from which all else springs.
She laughed at his confession.
"I hear also that you are the best shot in the neighborhood."
"Who has been talking to you about me?" he asked, with a slight knitting
of the brows.
"Mr. Ferrier--a little."
He gave an impatient sigh, so disproportionate to the tone of their
conversation, that Diana looked at him in sudden surprise.
"Haven't you often wondered how it is that the very people who know you
best know you least?"
The question was impetuously delivered. Diana recalled Mr. Forbes's
remarks as to dissensions behind the scenes. She stepped cautiously.
"I thought Mr. Ferrier knew everything!"
"I wish he knew something about his party--and the House of Commons!"
cried Marsham, as though a passion within leaped to the surface.
The startled eyes beside him beguiled him further.
"I didn't mean to say anything indiscreet--or disloyal," he said, with a
smile, recovering himself.
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