"
"She will make you a long visit?"
"Another week or two, I think."
"You are a believer in family traditions?--But of course you are!"
"Why 'of course'?" Her color had sparkled again, but the laugh was not
spontaneous.
"I see that you are in love with even your furthest kinsmen--you must
be--being an Imperialist! Now I am frankly bored by my kinsmen--near
and far."
"All the same--you ask their help!"
"Oh yes, in war; pure self-interest on both sides."
"You have been preaching this in the House of Commons?"
The teasing had answered. No more veiling of the eyes!
"No--I have made no speeches. Next week, in the Vote of Censure debate,
I shall get my chance."
"To talk Little Englandism? Alack!"
The tone was soft--it ended in a sigh.
"Does it really trouble you?"
She was looking down at her work. Her fingers drew the silk out and
in--a little at random. She shook her head slightly, without reply.
"I believe it does," he said, gently, still smiling. "Well, when I make
my speech, I shall remember that."
She looked up suddenly. Their eyes met full. On her just parted lips the
words she had meant to say remained unspoken.
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