believed it, anyway; and Mary believed it also. At least, she confessed as much to Mr. Byles, while the chest of the lessee grew so large that it seemed that his watch-chain of twenty-two carat gold must really break from its moorings.
"Polly, my gal, I'm proud o' you!"—there was deep emotion in the manly voice of the Lessee and Manager; and if "the Young Pup" had not been present, it is most likely that Mr. Byles would have hugged the future peeress publicly.
Yes, they were very hearty, genuine people at Blackhampton. The Principal Girl of three Royal pantomimes was to them an imperishable memory. In the divine order of womanhood the Queen of England ranked first in their estimation; Mary Caspar ranked second; and the third place was reserved for the Duchess of Dumbarton, although local opinion was rather averse from the peerage merely as such.
It was probable that one such as Mr. Philip would find a difficult row to hoe in Blackhampton. They hadn't much use for frills as a general thing. If the young man was going to stand for Blackhampton, it was by no means clear that those white spats were not an error of judgment. But the general opinion was that even a future hereditary legislator might be returned for Blackhampton if he happened to be Mary Caspar's husband, and that he signed a league form
