pressure of her hand with perfect composure of manner; but she became paler than usual, and her hands turned quite cold. The Debarrys did not yet know what Harold's politics were.
"Well, our lucky youngster is come in the nick of time," said Sir Maximus: " if he'll stand, he and Philip can run in harness together and keep out both the Whigs."
"It is really quite a providential thing — his returning just now," said Lady Debarry. "I couldn't help thinking that something would occur to prevent Philip from having such a man as Peter Garstin for his colleague."
"I call my friend Harold a youngster," said Sir Maximus, "for, you know, I remember him only as he was when that portrait was taken."
"That is a long while ago," said Mrs Transome. "My son is much altered, as you may imagine."
There was a confused sound of voices in the library while this talk was going on. Mrs Transome chose to ignore that noise, but her face, from being pale, began to flush a little.
"Yes, yes, on the outside, I daresay. But he was a fine fellow — I always liked him. And if anybody had asked me what I should choose for the good of the county, I couldn't have thought of anything
