"
"Indeed! Then you were a long way from understanding me. How can you
say that, after my lecture, and our talks?"
"Oh, theory doesn't go for much. May I call shortly?"
"If you will be so good."
"She's very young, I think?"
"Not much more than one-and-twenty. I have known her for about three
years."
There was a short silence, then Mrs. Wade said with some abruptness:
"I think of leaving Polterham before long. It was Mr. and Mrs.
Hornibrook who decided me to come here, and now that they are gone I
feel as if I too had better stir. I want books that are out of my
reach."
"That will be a loss to us, Mrs. Wade. Society in Polterham has its
limitations"----
"I'm aware of it. But you, of course, will have a home in London as
well?"
"Well, yes--if I get sent to Parliament."
"I suppose we shall meet there some day."
Her voice grew careless and dreamy. She folded her hands upon her
lap, and assumed a look which seemed to Denzil a hint that he might
now depart. He stood up.
"So you are going to skate?" murmured Mrs. Wade. "I won't keep you.
Thank you very much for looking in."
Denzil tried once more to read her countenance, and went away with a
puzzled feeling. He could not conjecture the meaning of her changed
tone.
CHAPTER XIII
Last November had turned the scale in the Polterham Town Council.
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