"Well, I'll come," he promised.
"You'll take the chair?" I begged. "Nothing could do me more good than that; and I feel sure, if you look at things——" I was going to be very eloquent, but Eve interrupted me.
"Let me sit next to you, please," she said, looking up at him with her large, unusually innocent eyes.
"Oh, well—if you like!" Mr. Brown assented.
We drove off down the avenue in complete silence. When we had turned the corner Eve gave a little sigh.
"Paul," she declared, "I don't think there's anything I've ever come across in my life that's half so much fun as electioneering! Please take me to the next most difficult."
If Eve was a success, however, Mr. Bundercombe was to turn out a great disappointment. He came home a little later for dinner, looking very gloomy.
"Paul," he said, as we met for a moment in the smoking room, "Paul, I've sad news for you."
"I am sorry to hear it," I replied.
"I've looked into this little matter of politics," he continued; "I've looked into it as thoroughly as I can and I can't support you. You're on the wrong side, my boy! I've shaken hands with Mr. Horrocks, and that's the man who'll get the votes in this constituency. I've promised to do what I can to help him."