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"Thanks," Mr. Bullsom answered.
"We want papa to buy a house in the country, and go to town for the
season," Selina said. "So long as we can afford it I am dying to get
out of Medchester. It is absolutely the most commercial town I have
ever been in.
"Your father should stand for Parliament himself," Brooks suggested.
It is really possible that Mr. Bullsom, being a man governed entirely
by one idea at a time, had never seriously contemplated the possibility
of himself stepping outside the small arena of local politics. It is
certain at any rate that Brooks' words came to him as an inspiration.
He stared for a moment into his glass--then at Brooks. Finally he
banged the table with the flat of his hand.
"It's an idea!" he exclaimed. "Why not?"
"Why not, indeed?" Brooks answered. "You'd be a popular candidate for
the borough."
"I'm chairman of the committee," Mr. Bullsom declared; "I'll propose
myself. I've taken the chair at political dinners and meetings for the
last twenty years. I know the runs, and the people of Medchester know
me. Why not, indeed? Mr.
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