"I wonder why on earth," she remarked, "any constituency thinks it worth
while to be represented by such a politician as you. How did you get
in, Sydney?"
"Don't know," he answered. "I was on the right side, and I talked the
usual rot."
"For myself," she said, "I like a politician who is in earnest. They
are more amusing, and more impressive in every way. Who was the young
man you spoke to in that little place where we had tea?" she asked her
host.
"His name is Kingston Brooks," Arranmore answered. "He is the agent for
Henslow, the Radical candidate."
"Well, I liked him," she said. "If I had a vote I would let him convert
me to Radicalism. I am sure that he could do it."
"He shall try--if you like," Arranmore remarked.
I am going to ask him to shoot one day."
"I am delighted to hear it," the girl answered. "I think he would be a
wholesome change. You are all too flippant here."
The door opened. Mr. Hennibul, K.C., inserted his head and shoulders.
"I have been to look at Arranmore's golf-links," he remarked. "They are
quite decent. Will some one come and play a round?"
"I will come," Sybil declared, putting down her book.
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