you will have your work cut out for you this winter!  Two or three evenings a week—­you’ll not get off with less.  Nobody’s plum drops into his mouth nowadays.  Barton tells me, too, that he hears young Wharton will certainly stand for the Durnford division, and will be down upon us directly.  He will make himself as disagreeable to us and the Levens as he can—­that we may be sure of.  We may be thankful for one small mercy, that his mother has departed this life! otherwise you and I would have known furens quid femina posset!”

The old man looked up at his grandson with a humorous eye.  Aldous was standing absently before the fire, and did not reply immediately.

“Come, come, Aldous!” said Lord Maxwell with a touch of impatience, “don’t overdo the philosopher.  Though I am getting old, the next Government can’t deny me a finger in the pie.  You and I between us will be able to pull through two or three of the things we care about in the next House, with ordinary luck.  It is my firm belief that the next election will give our side the best chance we have had for half a generation.  Throw up your cap, sir!  The world may be made of green cheese, but we have got to live in it!”

Aldous smiled suddenly—­uncontrollably—­with a look which left his grandfather staring.  He had been appealing to the man of maturity standing on the threshold of a possibly considerable career, and, as he did so, it was as though he saw the boy of eighteen reappear!

“Je ne demands pas mieux!” said Aldous with a quick lift of the voice above its ordinary key.  “The fact is, grandfather, I have come home with something in my mind very different from politics—­and you must give me time to change the focus.  I did not come home as straight as I might—­for I wanted to be sure of myself before I spoke to you.  During the last few weeks—­”

“Go on!” cried Lord Maxwell.

But Aldous did not find it easy to go on.  It suddenly struck him that it was after all absurd that he should be confiding in any one at such a stage, and his tongue stumbled.

But he had gone too far for retreat.  Lord Maxwell sprang up and seized him by the arms.

“You are in love, sir!  Out with it!”

“I have seen the only woman in the world I have ever wished to marry,” said Aldous, flushing, but with deliberation.  “Whether she will ever have me, I have no idea.  But I can conceive no greater happiness than to win her.  And as I want you, grandfather, to do something for her and for me, it seemed to me I had no right to keep my feelings to myself.  Besides, I am not accustomed to—­to—­” His voice wavered a little.  “You have treated me as more than a son!”

Lord Maxwell pressed his arm affectionately.

“My dear boy!  But don’t keep me on tenterhooks like this—­tell me the name!—­the name!”

And two or three long meditated possibilities flashed through the old man’s mind.