If you could get a place with plenty of it, and a
fox-covert or two on the estate, I'm perfectly certain we should be all
right."
Mr. Bullsom looked still a little doubtful.
"That's all very well," he said, "but I don't want to bribe people into
my house with shooting and good cooking, and nursing their blooming
foxes. That ain't my idea of making friends."
"It's only breaking the ice-just at first," Selina argued. "Afterwards
I'm sure you'd find them friendly enough."
"I tell you what I shall do," Mr. Bullsom said, deliberately; "I shall
consult the friend I've got coming to dinner to-night."
Selina smiled contemptuously.
"Pshaw!" she exclaimed. "What do any of them know about such things?"
"You don't know who it is," Mr. Bullsom replied, mysteriously.
The girls turned towards him almost simultaneously.
"Is it Mr. Brooks?"
Mr. Bullsom nodded. Selina flushed with pleasure and tried to look
unconscious.
"Only the day before yesterday," Mr. Bullsom said, "as chairman of the
committee, I had the pleasure of forwarding to Brooks a formal
invitation to become the parliamentary candidate for the borough.
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