Bobbie,
divining her, gave her the latest and most authentic gossip of the
clubs; as to the various incidents and gradations of the now open revolt
of the Left Wing; the current estimates of Ferrier's strength in the
country; and the prospects of the coming election.
Presently he even ventured on Marsham's name, feeling instinctively that
she waited for it. If there was any change in the face beside him the
May darkness concealed it, and Bobbie chattered on. There was no doubt
that Marsham was in a difficulty. All his sympathies at least were with
the rebels, and their victory would be his profit.
"Yet as every one knows that Marsham is under great obligations to
Ferrier, for him to join the conspiracy these fellows are hatching
doesn't look pretty."
"He won't join it!" said Diana, sharply.
"Well, a good many people think he's in it already. Oh, I dare say it's
all rot!" the speaker added, hastily; "and, besides, it's not at all
certain that Marsham himself will get in next time."
"Get in!" It was a cry of astonishment--passing on into constraint. "I
thought Mr. Marsham's seat was absolutely safe."
"Not it." Bobbie began to flounder.
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