"Oh!" she cried, "I forgot Mr. c.o.xon! I must go and scold him for not coming for me. Nonsense, Eleanor! I can"t help about d.i.c.k," and, shaking off Miss Scaife"s detaining hand, she went to play the usual imposture.
Eleanor looked round in bewilderment. Seeing Lady Perry, she was struck with an idea, crossed the room, and joined the ex-Premier"s smiling, pleasant wife. Lady Perry had noticed enough to be _au fait_ with the situation at a word. She rose and went to where Medland was now leaning listlessly against the wall. She spoke a word to him; he started, smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.
"I know you"ll forgive me. One can"t be too careful," she urged. "No one can be father and mother both."
Mr. Medland beckoned to his daughter; she came to him, d.i.c.k standing a few feet off.
"Whenever, Daisy," said Medland, "a thing is pleasant, one must not, in this world, have much of it. Is that the gospel, Lady Perry?"
"You"ll make young Mr. Derosne too conceited, my dear," whispered Lady Perry, very kindly; but she favoured d.i.c.k, who knew well that he was a sinner, with a severe glance.
Thus Eleanor Scaife, having rid her party of the Medlands--for the moment, as she impatiently added--was at liberty to listen to the conversation of Mrs. Puttock. Mrs. Puttock was always most civil to any of the Government House party, and she entertained Eleanor, who resolutely refused all invitations to dance, with plenty of gossip.
Amidst their talk and the occasional interruptions of men who joined and left them, the evening wore away, and Eleanor had just signed to Alicia to make ready to go, when Mrs. Puttock touched on the Premier, who was visible across the room, chatting merrily with his host, and laughing heartily at the Chief Justice"s stories.
"The Premier seems in good spirits," said Mrs. Puttock, a little acidly.
"Oh, I expect he"s only bearing up in public," laughed Eleanor. "But there certainly is a great change in him since I first recollect him."
"Indeed, Miss Scaife."
"Yes," said Eleanor, rising, for she saw Alicia approaching under Captain Heseltine"s escort. "It was about the Jubilee time. He seemed then quite overcome with grief at the loss of his wife. Ah, here"s Alicia!"
"Wife!" exclaimed Mrs. Puttock, bestowing on Eleanor a look of deep significance. "It"s my belief he never had a wife."
Eleanor started.
"What do you mean?" she began, but she checked herself when she found that Alicia was close beside her. She hastily bade Mrs. Puttock good-night.
"I mean what I say," observed that lady, with an emphatic nod. Eleanor escaped in bewilderment.
"Who never had a wife?" asked Alicia, with a laugh, as they were putting on their cloaks.
After a moment"s pause, Eleanor answered,
"Sir John Oakapple," and she excused this deviation from truth by the sage reflection that girls like Alicia must not be told everything.
"We all know that," commented Alicia, contemptuously. "I hoped it was something interesting."
Eleanor enjoyed a smile in the sheltering gloom of the carriage. She felt very discreet.
CHAPTER VI.
A CANDIDATE FOR OFFICE.
The Premier sent his daughter home alone in a fly and walked with c.o.xon, whose road lay the same way. As they went, they talked of plans and prospects, and Medland unconsciously exasperated his companion by praising Norburn"s character and capacity.
"Depend upon it, he"s the coming man of New Lindsey," he said. "He thinks the world will get better sooner than it will, you may say. Well, perhaps I share that illusion. Anyhow he has enthusiasm and grit, and I love his utter disinterestedness."
c.o.xon acquiesced coldly in his rival"s praises.
"That," continued Medland, "is where we have the pull. Who is there to follow Perry? Now Norburn is ready to step into my shoes the moment I"m gone, or--or come to grief."
They had reached Digby Square, a large open place, laid out with walks and trees, and named after Sir Jabez Digby, K.B., first Governor of New Lindsey. The Premier paused to light a cigar. c.o.xon watched him with a morose frown; he was angry and envious at Medland"s disregard of the pretensions which he thought his own achievements justified. Though he was conscious that it would be wisest to say nothing, he could not help observing,
"Well, I hope it will be a long time before I am asked to change service under you for service under Norburn."
Medland"s quick ear caught the note of anger.
"Well," he said, "it"s ill prophesying. Time brings its own leaders. I know Norburn and you will work loyally together anyhow, whatever positions you hold to one another."
This polite concession did not appease c.o.xon.
"There is much that I distrust in his methods and aims," he remarked.
"I mustn"t listen to this, my dear fellow."
"Of course I say it in strict----"
"Yes, but still--I should say the same to Norburn."
They walked on a few steps, and the Premier had just taken his cigar from his mouth in order to resume the conversation, when a man stepped up to him, appearing, as it seemed, from among the trees, and said,
"May I have a word with you, Mr. Medland?"
The speaker was dressed smartly, but not well, in a new suit of light clothes. He was tall and strongly built; a full grey beard made it a matter of difficulty to distinguish his features clearly in the dim light.
"I beg pardon, I don"t think I"ve the pleasure of knowing you, but I shall be very happy. What is it, sir?"
"A word in private," said the stranger, "if this gentleman will excuse me."
In response to a glance from his chief, c.o.xon said good-night and strolled on, hearing Medland say,
"I seem to know your voice, but I can"t lay my hand on your name."
The stranger drew nearer to him.
"I pa.s.s by the name of Benham now," he said; "I haven"t forgotten you.
I"ve too good cause to remember you."
Medland looked at him closely.
"It"s only the beard that puzzles you," said the stranger, with a grim smile.
"Benyon!" exclaimed the Premier. "I thought you had left the country.
What do you want with me, sir?"