Quisante
paused and looked round; again he smiled; then, taking a step forward to
clear himself of those who surrounded him, he went on. Thus he ended his
speech, he standing, to men and women one and all standing about and
before him.
"I never saw such a thing," whispered the Dean of St. Neot's. But his
words were lost in the cheers, and Weston Marchmont's "Bravo" rang out so
loud that May Quisante heard it on the platform and bent forward to kiss
her hand to him.
In the tea-room, to which all the important persons withdrew after the
meeting, festivity reigned. Quisante was surrounded by admirers, busy
listening to compliments and congratulations, and receiving the advice of
the local wise men. May did not attempt to get near him, but surrendered
herself to a like process. Old Foster came up to her and shook hands,
saying, "I'm proud to have had a hand in making Mr. Quisante member for
Henstead. You were right too; he can say what he likes now."
Then came Japhet Williams' thin voice. "I hope it won't be many days
before Mr. Quisante tells the House of Commons what he's told us
to-night.
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