Sir James had rather
coldly acknowledged the letter, with the remark that few words were best
on a subject so painful; and since then there had been no intimacy
between the two men. Marsham could only think with discomfort of the
scene at Felton Park, when a man of passionate nature and romantic heart
had allowed him access to the most sacred and tragic memories of his
life. Sir James felt, he supposed, that he had been cheated out of his
confidence--cheated out of his sympathy. Well!--it was unjust!
* * * * *
He reached Eaton Square in good time for dinner, and found his mother in
the drawing-room.
"You look tired, Oliver," she said, as he kissed her.
"It's the east wind, I suppose--beastly day!"
Lady Lucy surveyed him, as he stood, moody and physically chilled, with
his back to the fire.
"Was the debate interesting?"
"Ferrier made a very disappointing speech. All our fellows are getting
restive."
Lady Lucy looked astonished.
"Surely they ought to trust his judgment! He has done so splendidly for
the party."
Marsham shook his head.
"I wish you would use your influence," he said, slowly.
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