Eve and I then made our first little effort at
canvassing. Eve's methods differed from her father's.
"I am so sorry," she said as she shook hands with a very influential but
very doubtful voter of the farmer class, "but I don't know anything about
English politics; so I can't talk to you about it as I'd like to. But you
know I am going to marry Mr. Walmsley and come to live here, and it would
be so nice to feel that all my friends had voted for him. If you have a
few minutes to spare, Mr. Brown, would you please tell me just where you
don't agree with Paul? I should so much like to hear, because he tells me
that if once you were on his side he would feel almost comfortable."
Mr. Brown, who had always met my advances with a grim taciturnity that
made conversation exceedingly difficult, proceeded to dissertate upon one
or two of the vexed questions of the day. I ventured to put in a few words
now and then, and after a time he invited us in to tea. When we left he
was more gracious than I had ever known him to be.
"And you must vote for Mr. Walmsley!" Eve declared at the end of her
little speech of thanks, "because I want so much to have you come and take
tea with me on the Terrace at the House of Commons--and I can't unless
Paul is a member, can I?"
"Bribery and corruption!" Mr.
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