I was a little taken aback.
"You're not in earnest!" I exclaimed.
"Dead earnest!" Mr. Bundercombe regretted.
"The chap's convinced me. I feel it's up to me to lend him a hand."
"But surely," I expostulated, "even if you cannot see your way clear to help me, there's no need for you to go over to the enemy like this! You're not obliged to interfere in the election at all, are you?"
Mr. Bundercombe sighed.
"Matter of principle with me!" he explained. "I must be doing something. I can't canvass for you. I'll have to look round a bit for the other chap."
"I really don't see," I began, just a little annoyed, "why you should feel called upon to interfere in an English election at all, unless it is to help a friend."
Mr. Bundercombe looked at me and solemnly winked!
"Say, that's the dinner gong!" he announced cheerfully. "Let's be getting in."