"It looks," said Octavius one evening in early February,
"as if the Grits were getting a little anxious about
South Fox--high time, too. I see Cruickshank is down to
speak at Clayfield on the seventh, and Tellier is to be
here for the big meeting at the opera house on the
eleventh."
"Tellier is Minister of Public Works, isn't he?" asked
Hesketh.
"Yes--and Cruickshank is an ex-Minister," replied Mr
Milburn. "Looks pretty shaky when they've got to take
men like that away from their work in the middle of the
session."
"I shall be glad," remarked his daughter Dora, "when this
horrid election is over. It spoils everything."
She spoke a little fretfully. The election and the matters
it involved did interfere a good deal with her interest
in life. As an occupation it absorbed Lorne Murchison
even more completely than she occasionally desired; and
as a topic it took up a larger share of the attention of
Mr Alfred Hesketh than she thought either reasonable or
pleasing. Between politics and boilers Miss Milburn almost
felt at times that the world held a second place for her.
CHAPTER XXVIII
The progress of Mrs Kilbannon and Miss Christie Cameron
up the river to Montreal, and so west to Elgin, was one
series of surprises, most of them pleasant and instructive
to such a pair of intelligent Scotchwomen, if we leave
out the number of Roman Catholic churches that lift their
special symbol along the banks of the St Lawrence and
the fact that Hugh Finlay was not in Elgin to meet them
upon their arrival.
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