"I hope you like oysters."
"If Selina were to see us now," she remarked, with a sudden humorous
smile, "how shocked she would be."
"What a little far-away world it seems down there," he said
thoughtfully. "After all, I am glad that I have not to live in
Medchester all my life."
"You have been there this afternoon, haven't you?"
"Yes. Henslow is giving us a lot of trouble. I am afraid we shall lose
the seat next election."
"Do you mind?"
"Not much. I am no party politician. I want to see Medchester
represented by a man who will go there with a sense of political
proportion, and I don't care whether he calls himself Liberal, or
Radical, or Conservative, or Unionist."
"Please explain what you mean by that," she begged.
"Why, yes. I mean a man who will understand how enormously more
important is the welfare of our own people, the people of whom we are
making slaves, than this feverish Imperialism and war cant. Mind, I
think our patriotism should be a thing wholly understood. It needn't be
talked about. It makes showy fireworks for the platform, but it's all
unnecessary and to my mind very undignified.
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