A Prince of Sinners | Page 3

seemed strange.
"We've had a great meeting," Mr. Bullsom remarked, sidling towards
the hearthrug, and with his thumbs already stealing towards the
armholes of his waistcoat, "a great meeting, my dears. Not that I am
surprised! Oh, no! As I said to Padgett, when he insisted that I should
take the chair, 'Padgett,' I said, 'mark my words, we're going to surprise
the town. Mr. Henslow may not be the most popular candidate we've
ever had, but he's on the right side, and those who think Radicalism has
had its day in Medchester will be amazed.' And so they have been. I've
dropped a few hints during my speeches at the ward meetings lately,
and Mr. Brooks, though he's new at the work, did his best, and I can tell
you the result was a marvel. The hall was packed--simply packed.
When I rose to speak there wasn't an empty place or chair to be seen."
"Dear me!" Mrs. Bullsom remarked, affably. "Supper is quite ready,
my love."
Mr. Bullsom abandoned his position precipitately, and his face
expressed his lively satisfaction.

"Ah!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping that you would have a bite for me.
As I said to Mr. Brooks when I asked him to drop in with me, there's
sure to be something to eat. And I can tell you I'm about ready for it."
Brooks found an opportunity to speak almost for the first time. He was
standing between the two Misses Bullsom, and already they had
approved of him. He was distinctly of a different class from the casual
visitors whom their father was in the habit of introducing into the
family circle.
"Mr. Bullsom was kind enough to take pity on an unfortunate
bachelor," he said, with a pleasant smile. "My landlady has few faults,
but an over-love of punctuality is one of them. By this time she and her
household are probably in bed. Our meeting lasted a long time."
"If you will touch the bell, Peter," Mrs. Bullsom remarked, "Ann shall
dish up the supper."
The young ladies exchanged shocked glances. "Dish up." What an
abominable phrase! They looked covertly at their guest, but his face
was imperturbable.
"We think that we have been very considerate, Mr. Brooks," Selina
remarked, with an engaging smile. "We gave up our usual dinner this
evening as papa had to leave so early."
Mr. Brooks smiled as he offered his arm to Mrs. Bullsom--a courtesy
which much embarrassed her.
"I think," he said, "that we shall be able to show you some practical
appreciation of your thoughtfulness. I know nothing so stimulating to
the appetite as politics, and to-day we have been so busy that I missed
even my afternoon tea."
"I'm sure that we are quite repaid for giving up our dinner," Selina
remarked, with a backward glance at the young man. "Oh, here you are
at last, Mary. I didn't hear you come in."

"My niece, Miss Scott," Mr. Bullsom announced. "Now you know all
the family."
A plainly-dressed girl with dark eyes and unusually pale cheeks
returned his greeting quietly, and followed them into the dining-room.
Mrs. Bullsom spread herself over her seat with a little sigh of relief.
Brooks gazed in silent wonder at the gilt-framed oleographs which
hung thick upon the walls, and Mr. Bullsom stood up to carve a joint of
beef.
"Plain fare, Mr. Brooks, for plain people," he remarked, gently
elevating the sirloin on his fork, and determining upon a point of attack.
"We don't understand frills here, but we've a welcome for our friends,
and a hearty one."
"If there is anything in the world better than roast beef," Brooks
remarked, unfolding his serviette, "I haven't found it."
"There's one thing," Mr. Bullsom remarked, pausing for a moment in
his labours, "I can give you a good glass of wine. Ann, I think that if
you look in the right-hand drawer of the sideboard you will find a
bottle of champagne. If not I'll have to go down into the cellar."
Ann, however, produced it--which, considering that Mr. Bullsom had
carefully placed it there a few hours ago, was not extraordinary--and
Brooks sipped the wine with inward tremors, justified by the result.
"I suppose, Mr. Brooks," Selina remarked, turning towards him in an
engaging fashion, "that you are a great politician. I see your name so
much in the papers."
Brooks smiled.
"My political career," he answered, "dates from yesterday morning. I
am taking Mr. Morrison's place, you know, as agent for Mr. Henslow. I
have never done anything of the sort before, and I have scarcely any
claims to be considered a politician at all."

"A very lucky change for us, Brooks," Mr. Bullsom declared, with the
burly familiarity which he considered justified by his position as
chairman of the