Lorne
had come over with it in the afternoon, still a little
dazed and unbelieving in the face of his tremendous luck,
helped by finding her so readily credulous to thinking
it reasonably possible himself. He could not have done
better than come to Dora for a correction of any undue
exaltation that he might have felt, however. She supplied
it in ten minutes by reminding him of their wisdom in
keeping the secret of their relations. His engagement to
the daughter of a prominent Conservative would not indeed
have told in his favour with his party, to say nothing
of the anomaly of Mr Milburn's unyielding opposition to
the new policy. "I never knew Father so nearly bitter
about anything," Dora said, a statement which left her
lover thoughtful, but undaunted.
"We'll bring him round," said Lorne, "when he sees that
the British manufacturer can't possibly get the better
of men on the spot, who know to a nut the local
requirements."
To which she had responded, "Oh, Lorne, don't begin THAT
again," and he had gone away hot-foot for the first step
of preparation.
"It's exactly what I should have expected," said Hesketh,
when she told him. "Murchison is the very man they want.
He's cut out for a political success. I saw that when he
was in England."
"You haven't been very long in the country, Mr Hesketh,
or we shouldn't hear you saying that," said Mr Milburn,
amicably.
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