She shook her head.
"None at all. Perkins had never seen him before. When do you poor creatures get your holiday, Sir Leslie?"
He smiled.
"The session will be over in about three weeks," he answered, "unless we defeat the Government before then. Your uncle has been hitting them very hard lately. I think before long we shall be in office."
"Politics," she said, "seems to be rather a greedy sort of business. You are always trying to turn the other side out, aren't you?"
"You must remember," he answered, "that politics is rather a one-sided sort of affair. The party which is in makes a very comfortable living out of it, and we who are out have to scrape along as best we can. Rather hard upon people like your uncle and myself, who are, comparatively speaking, poor men. That reminds me," he said, bringing out his pocket-book, "I thought that I had better bring you these little documents."
"Those horrid I.O.U.'s," she remarked.
"Yes," he answered. "I am sorry that you were so unlucky. I bought these from the bank, Miss Clara, as I thought you would not feel comfortable if you had to leave Bristow owing this money to strangers."
"It was very thoughtful of you," she murmured. He changed his seat and came over to her side on the sofa.
"Have you any idea how much they come to?" he asked, smoothing them out upon his knee.