vation of
Mr. Tomlinson's:
'Yes,' he said, on the question of classes, 'yes, I fear we have classes
in this country whose habitual levity sharp experience will have to
correct. I very much fear it.'
'But if you have classes that are not to face realities classes that
look on them from the box-seats of a theatre,' said Beauchamp, 'how can
you expect perfect seriousness, or any good service whatever?'
'Gently, sir, gently. No; we can, I feel confident, expand within the
limits of our most excellent and approved Constitution. I could wish
that socially... that is all.'
'Socially and politically mean one thing in the end,' said Beauchamp.
'If you have a nation politically corrupt, you won't have a good state
of morals in it, and the laws that keep society together bear upon the
politics of a country.'
'True; yes,' Mr. Tomlinson hesitated assent. He dissociated Beauchamp
from Lord Palmet, but felt keenly that the latter's presence desecrated
Wingham's Institute, and he informed the candidate that he thought he
would no longer detain him from his labours.
'Just the sort of place wanted in every provincial town,' Palmet
remarked by way of a parting compliment.
Mr. Tomlinson bowed a civil acknowledgement of his having again spoken.
No further mention was made of the miraculous vote which had risen
responsive to the candidate's address of its own inspired motion; so
Beauchamp said, 'I beg you to bear in mind that I request you not to
plump.'
'You may be right, Captain Beauchamp. Good day, sir.'
Palmet strode after Beauchamp into the street.
'Why did you set me bowing to that old boy?' he asked.
'Why did you talk about women?' was the rejoinder.
'Oh, aha!' Palmet sang to himself. 'You're a Romfrey, Beauchamp. A blow
for a blow! But I only said what would strike every fellow first off. It
is the place; the very place. Pastry-cooks' shops won't stand comparison
with it. Don't tell me you 're the man not to see how much a woman
prefers to be under the wing of science and literature, in a good-sized,
well-warmed room, with a book, instead of making believe, with a red
face, over a tart.'
He received a smart lecture from Beauchamp, and began to think he
had enough of canvassing. But he was not suffered to escape. For his
instruction, for his positive and extreme good, Beauchamp determined
that the heir to an earldom should have a day's lesson. We will hope
there was no intention to punish him for having
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