CONTENTS
CHAPTER I—THE ETERNAL FEMININE
CHAPTER IV—LADY PHAYRE AND THE COMING MAN
CHAPTER VI—THE STARS IN THEIR COURSES
CHAPTER VII—A DEMAGOGUE’S IDYLL
CHAPTER VIII—WITH THE HELP OF LADY PHAYRE
CHAPTER IX—SOME PSYCHOLOGICAL MOMENTS
CHAPTER X—LADY PHAYRE THROWS HER CAP OVER THE WINDMILLS.
CHAPTER XIII—THE CONCLUSION OF THE WHOLE MATTER
“I F you are coming my way, Goddard, we may as well walk back together,” said the Member, putting on his fur-lined coat.
Mr. Aloysius Gleam, member for Sunington, was a spare, precisely dressed little man on the hither side of forty. He was somewhat bald, and clean-shaven all to a tightly-screwed fair moustache. A gold-rimmed eye-glass added a quaint air of alertness to a shrewd, sharp-featured face.
Goddard acquiesced readily, although on this particular evening his road lay in a different direction. But democrat though he was, he felt flattered by Mr. Gleam’s friendly proposal. He was young—eight and twenty, a cabinetmaker by trade, self-taught and consequently self-opinionated, yet humble enough before evident superiority of knowledge or experience. Besides, in coming to take the chair at his lecture on The New Trades Unionism, before the Sunington Radical Club, the Member had paid him a decided compliment. A member of Parliament has many pleasanter and more profitable ways of spending a precious spare evening during a busy session.
They formed a singular contrast as they stood side by side in the little knot of committee-men who had remained behind after the audience had left. Goddard was abov