In the middle of his directions Kitty once more appealed to him in a passionate, muffled voice not to go.  This time he lost his temper, and without answering her he hastily left the room to arrange his packing with his valet.

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When he returned to the salon Kitty was not there.  He and Miss French—­who knew only that something tragic had happened in which Kitty was concerned—­kept up a fragmentary conversation till dinner was announced and Kitty entered.  She had evidently been weeping, but with powder and rouge she had tried to conceal the traces of her tears; and at dinner she sat silent, hardly answering when Margaret French spoke to her.

After dinner Ashe went out with his cigar towards the Piazza.  He was in a smarting, dazed state, beginning, however, to realize the blow more than he had done at first.  He believed that Parham himself would not be at all sorry to be rid of him.  He and his friends formed a powerful group both in the cabinet and out of it.  But they were forcing the pace, and the elements of resistance and reaction were strong.  He pictured the dismay of his friends, the possible breakdown of the reforming party.  Of course they might so stand by him—­and the suppression of the book might be so complete—­

At this moment he caught sight of a newspaper contents bill displayed at the door of the only shop in the Piazza which sold English newspapers.  One of the lines ran, “Anonymous attack on the Premier.”  He started, went in and bought the paper.  There, in the “London Topics” column, was the following paragraph: 

“A string of extracts from a forthcoming book, accompanied by a somewhat startling publisher’s statement, has lately been sent round to the press.  We are asked not to print them before the day of publication, but they have already roused much attention, if not excitement.  They certainly contain a very gross attack on the Prime Minister, based apparently on first-hand information, and involving indiscretions personal and political of an unusually serious character.  The wife of a cabinet minister is freely named as the writer, and even if no violation of cabinet secrecy is concerned, it is clear that the book outrages the confidential relations which ought to subsist between a Premier and his colleagues, if government on our English system is to be satisfactorily carried on.  The statements it makes with every appearance of authority both as to the relations between Lord Parham and some of the most important members of his cabinet, and as to the Premier’s intentions with regard to one or two of the most vital questions now before the country, are calculated seriously to embarrass the government.  We fear the book will have a veritable succes de scandale.”

“That fellow at least has done his best to kick the ball, damn him!” thought Ashe, with contempt, as he thrust the paper into his pocket.