"Well, that's over!" said Miss Drake, throwing down her gloves on the
billiard-table with a fierce gesture; "and I'm sure neither Oliver nor I
would go through it again for a million of money. How _revolting_ the
lower classes are!"
Lankester looked at her curiously.
"You've worked awfully hard," he said. "I hope you're going to have a
good rest."
"I wouldn't bother about rest if I could pay out some of the people
here," said Alicia, passionately. "I should like to see a few score of
them hanged in chains, _pour encourager les autres_."
So saying, she gathered up her gloves and parasol, and swept up-stairs
declaring that she was too dog-tired to talk.
Bobbie Forbes and Lankester looked at each other.
"It's been really a beastly business!" said Lankester, under his breath.
"Precious little politics in it, too, as far as I could see. The strong
Ferrierites no doubt have held aloof on the score of Marsham's supposed
disloyalty to the great man; though, as far as I can make out, he has
been careful not to go beyond a certain line in his speeches. Anyway,
they have done no work, and a good many of them have certainly
abstained from voting.
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