Lady John. So he will.
Farn. (hotly). Not if he disappoints meetings—goes calmly up to town—and leaves the field to the Liberals.
Lady John. When did he do anything like that?
Farn. Yesterday! (With a harassed air.) And now that he's got this other preoccupation——
Lady John. You mean——
Farn. Yes, your niece—that spoilt child of Fortune. Of course! (Stopping suddenly.) She kept him from the meeting last night. Well! (sits down) if that's the effect she's going to have it's pretty serious!
Lady John (smiling). You are!
Farn. I can assure you the election agent's more so. He's simply tearing his hair.
Lady John (more gravely and coming nearer). How do you know?
Farn. He told me so himself—yesterday. I scraped acquaintance with the agent just to see if—if——