Through the roar of protest and argument, he held out those grotesque great hands of his with the suggestion—
'You show me a Liberal, and I'll show you a Mr. Facing-both-ways. Yuss. The Liberal, 'e sheds the light of his warm and 'andsome smile on the workin' man, and round on the other side 'e's tippin' the wink to the great landowners. Yuss. That's to let 'em know 'e's standin' between them and Socialists. Ha! the Socialists!' Puffing and flushed and perspiring he hurled it out again and again over the heads of the people. 'The Socialists! Yuss. Socialists! Ha! ha!' When he and the audience had a little calmed down, 'The Liberal,' he said, with that look of sly humour, '’e's the judicial sort o' chap that sits in the middle.'
'On the fence.'
He nodded. 'Tories one side, Socialists the other. Well, it ain't always so comfortable in the middle. No. Yer like to get squeezed. Now, I says to the women, wot I says is, the Conservatives don't promise you much, but wot they promise they do.' He whacked one fist into the other with tremendous effect.
'This fellow isn't half bad,' Stonor said to Lady John.
'But the Liberals, they'll promise you the earth and give you the whole o' nothin'.'
There were roars of approval. Liberal stock had sunk rather low in Trafalgar Square.
'Isn't it fun?' said Jean. 'Now aren't you glad I brought you?'
'Oh, this chap's all right!'