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She
had
the
simplest
egotism
,
the
most
open
desire
to
be
thought
first
always
,
and
Clarissa
loved
her
for
being
still
like
that
.
"
I
ca
n't
believe
it
!
"
she
cried
,
kindling
all
over
with
pleasure
at
the
thought
of
the
past
.
But
alas
,
Wilkins
;
Wilkins
wanted
her
;
Wilkins
was
emitting
in
a
voice
of
commanding
authority
as
if
the
whole
company
must
be
admonished
and
the
hostess
reclaimed
from
frivolity
,
one
name
:
"
The
Prime
Minister
,
"
said
Peter
Walsh
.
The
Prime
Minister
?
Was
it
really
?
Ellie
Henderson
marvelled
.
What
a
thing
to
tell
Edith
!
One
could
n't
laugh
at
him
.
He
looked
so
ordinary
.
You
might
have
stood
him
behind
a
counter
and
bought
biscuits
--
poor
chap
,
all
rigged
up
in
gold
lace
.
And
to
be
fair
,
as
he
went
his
rounds
,
first
with
Clarissa
then
with
Richard
escorting
him
,
he
did
it
very
well
.
He
tried
to
look
somebody
.
It
was
amusing
to
watch
.
Nobody
looked
at
him
.
They
just
went
on
talking
,
yet
it
was
perfectly
plain
that
they
all
knew
,
felt
to
the
marrow
of
their
bones
,
this
majesty
passing
;
this
symbol
of
what
they
all
stood
for
,
English
society
.
Old
Lady
Bruton
,
and
she
looked
very
fine
too
,
very
stalwart
in
her
lace
,
swam
up
,
and
they
withdrew
into
a
little
room
which
at
once
became
spied
upon
,
guarded
,
and
a
sort
of
stir
and
rustle
rippled
through
every
one
,
openly
:
the
Prime
Minister
!
Lord
,
lord
,
the
snobbery
of
the
English
!
thought
Peter
Walsh
,
standing
in
the
corner
.
How
they
loved
dressing
up
in
gold
lace
and
doing
homage
!
There
!
That
must
be
,
by
Jove
it
was
,
Hugh
Whitbread
,
snuffing
round
the
precincts
of
the
great
,
grown
rather
fatter
,
rather
whiter
,
the
admirable
Hugh
!
He
looked
always
as
if
he
were
on
duty
,
thought
Peter
,
a
privileged
,
but
secretive
being
,
hoarding
secrets
which
he
would
die
to
defend
,
though
it
was
only
some
little
piece
of
tittle-tattle
dropped
by
a
court
footman
,
which
would
be
in
all
the
papers
tomorrow
.
Such
were
his
rattles
,
his
baubles
,
in
playing
with
which
he
had
grown
white
,
come
to
the
verge
of
old
age
,
enjoying
the
respect
and
affection
of
all
who
had
the
privilege
of
knowing
this
type
of
the
English
public
school
man
.
Inevitably
one
made
up
things
like
that
about
Hugh
;
that
was
his
style
;
the
style
of
those
admirable
letters
which
Peter
had
read
thousands
of
miles
across
the
sea
in
the
Times
,
and
had
thanked
God
he
was
out
of
that
pernicious
hubble-bubble
if
it
were
only
to
hear
baboons
chatter
and
coolies
beat
their
wives
.
An
olive-skinned
youth
from
one
of
the
Universities
stood
obsequiously
by
.
Him
he
would
patronise
,
initiate
,
teach
how
to
get
on
.
For
he
liked
nothing
better
than
doing
kindnesses
,
making
the
hearts
of
old
ladies
palpitate
with
the
joy
of
being
thought
of
in
their
age
,
their
affliction
,
thinking
themselves
quite
forgotten
,
yet
here
was
dear
Hugh
driving
up
and
spending
an
hour
talking
of
the
past
,
remembering
trifles
,
praising
the
home-made
cake
,
though
Hugh
might
eat
cake
with
a
Duchess
any
day
of
his
life
,
and
,
to
look
at
him
,
probably
did
spend
a
good
deal
of
time
in
that
agreeable
occupation
.
The
All-judging
,
the
All-merciful
,
might
excuse
.
Peter
Walsh
had
no
mercy
.
Villains
there
must
be
,
and
God
knows
the
rascals
who
get
hanged
for
battering
the
brains
of
a
girl
out
in
a
train
do
less
harm
on
the
whole
than
Hugh
Whitbread
and
his
kindness
.
Look
at
him
now
,
on
tiptoe
,
dancing
forward
,
bowing
and
scraping
,
as
the
Prime
Minister
and
Lady
Bruton
emerged
,
intimating
for
all
the
world
to
see
that
he
was
privileged
to
say
something
,
something
private
,
to
Lady
Bruton
as
she
passed
.
She
stopped
.
She
wagged
her
fine
old
head
.
She
was
thanking
him
presumably
for
some
piece
of
servility
.
She
had
her
toadies
,
minor
officials
in
Government
offices
who
ran
about
putting
through
little
jobs
on
her
behalf
,
in
return
for
which
she
gave
them
luncheon
.
But
she
derived
from
the
eighteenth
century
.
She
was
all
right
.
And
now
Clarissa
escorted
her
Prime
Minister
down
the
room
,
prancing
,
sparkling
,
with
the
stateliness
of
her
grey
hair
.
She
wore
ear-rings
,
and
a
silver-green
mermaid
's
dress
.
