And he's such a queer mixture, I dare say he didn't know himself where he was .-- But I'll tell you one thing--' He shook his head slowly,--with all the airs of the budding statesman.
'When you've joined a party,--you must _dine_ with 'em:--It don't sound much--but I declare it's the root of everything.

Now Manisty was always dining with the other side.

All the great Tory ladies,--and the charming High Churchwomen, and the delightful High Churchmen--and they _are_ nice fellows, I can tell you!--got hold of him.

And then it came to some question about these beastly schools--don't you wish they were all at the bottom of the sea ?--and I suppose his chief was more annoying than usual--( oh, but he had a number of other coolnesses on his hands by that time--he wasn't meant to be a Liberal!) and his friends talked to him--and so--Ah! there they are! And lifting his hat, the young man waved it towards Mrs.Burgoyne who with Manisty and three or four other companions had just become visible at the further end of the ilex-avenue which stretched from their stone bench to the villa.
'Why, that's my chief,'-- he cried--'I didn't think he was to be here this afternoon.

I say, do you know my chief ?' And he turned to her with the brightest, most confiding manner, as though he had been the friend of her cradle.
'Who ?'--said Lucy, bewildered--'the tall gentleman with the white hair ?' 'Yes,--that's the ambassador.