Brown laughed. "However, we'll see.
Certainly I have been very much pleased to hear Mr. Walmsley's views upon
several matters. When did you say the village meeting was, Mr. Walmsley?"
"Thursday night," I replied.
"Well, I'll come," he promised.
"You'll take the chair?" I begged. "Nothing could do me more good than
that; and I feel sure, if you look at things----" I was going to be very
eloquent, but Eve interrupted me.
"Let me sit next to you, please," she said, looking up at him with her
large, unusually innocent eyes.
"Oh, well--if you like!" Mr. Brown assented.
We drove off down the avenue in complete silence. When we had turned the
corner Eve gave a little sigh.
"Paul," she declared, "I don't think there's anything I've ever come
across in my life that's half so much fun as electioneering! Please take
me to the next most difficult."
If Eve was a success, however, Mr. Bundercombe was to turn out a great
disappointment. He came home a little later for dinner, looking very
gloomy.
"Paul," he said, as we met for a moment in the smoking room, "Paul, I've
sad news for you."
"I am sorry to hear it," I replied.
"I've looked into this little matter of politics," he continued; "I've
looked into it as thoroughly as I can and I can't support you.
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