"They will be much more interesting to me," said Marsham, in a low
steady voice, "than anything I shall be doing in Parliament."
Diana rose, in sudden vague terror--as though with the roar in her ears
of rapids ahead--murmured some stammering thanks, walked across the
room, lowered a lamp which was flaming, and recovered all her smiling
self-possession. But she talked no more of her own affairs. She asked
him, instead, for news of Miss Vincent.
Marsham answered, with difficulty. If there had been sudden alarm in
her, there had been a sudden tumult of the blood in him. He had almost
lost his hold upon himself; the great words had been almost spoken.
But when the conversation had been once more guided into normal
channels, he felt that he had escaped a risk. No, no, not yet! One false
step--one check--and he might still find himself groping in the dark.
Better let himself be missed a little!--than move too soon. As to
Roughsedge--he had kept his eyes open. There was nothing there.
So he gave what news of Marion Vincent he had to give. She was still in
Bethnal Green working at her inquiry, often very ill, but quite
indomitable.
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