"And how's Lady Lucy?"
Lady Niton moved impatiently.
"Lucy would be all right if her son wouldn't join a set of traitors in
jockeying the man who put him into Parliament, and has been Lucy's
quasi-husband for twenty years!"
"Oh, you think he _is_ in the plot?"
"Of course, Lucy swears he isn't. But if not--why isn't Ferrier here?
His own election was over a week ago. In the natural course of things he
would have been staying here since then, and speaking for Oliver. Not a
word of it! I'm glad he's shown a little spirit at last! He's put up
with it about enough."
"And Lady Lucy's fretting?"
"She don't like it--particularly when he comes to stay with Sir James
Chide and not at Tallyn. Such a thing has never happened before."
"Poor old Ferrier!" said Bobbie, with a shrug of the shoulders.
Lady Niton drew herself up fiercely.
"Don't pity your betters, sir! It's disrespectful."
Bobbie smiled. "You know the Ministry's resigned?"
"About time! What have they been hanging on for so long?"
"Well, it's done at last. I found a wire from the club waiting for me
here. The Queen has sent for Broadstone, and the fat's all in the fire.
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