" This was a
delicate allusion to Honoria and her blue parasol.
As Geoffrey and his wife were driving back to Bolton Street, after the
declaration of the poll, a little incident occurred. Geoffrey told the
coachman to stop at the first telegraph office and, getting out of the
carriage, wired to Beatrice, "In by ten votes."
"Who have you been telegraphing to, Geoffrey?" asked Lady Honoria.
"I telegraphed to Miss Granger," he answered.
"Ah! So you still keep up a correspondence with that pupil teacher
girl."
"Yes, I do. I wish that I had a few more such correspondents."
"Indeed. You are easy to please. I thought her one of the most
disagreeable young women whom I ever met."
"Then it does not say much for your taste, Honoria."
His wife made no further remark, but she had her thoughts. Honoria
possessed good points: among others she was not a jealous person; she
was too cold and too indifferent to be jealous. But she did not like the
idea of another woman obtaining an influence over her husband, who, as
she now began to recognise, was one of the most brilliant men of his
day, and who might well become one of the most wealthy and powerful.
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