“Read the letter,” he said.
I read it. If such a thing had been physically possible it would have put my hair into curl. It did, I feel almost certain, make it rise up and stand on end.
“I see by this letter,” I said, “that I am pledging myself to support some very radical temperance legislation.”
“You’re giving them to understand that you pledge yourself. There’s a difference, as I told you before.”
“I may find myself in rather an awkward position if——”
“You’ll, be in a much awkwarder one if Vittie gets those votes and lets O’Donoghue in!”
Titherington spoke in such a determined tone that I signed the letter at once.
“Is there anything else?” I asked. “Now that I am pledging myself in this wholesale way there’s no particular reason why I shouldn’t go on.”
Titherington shuffled his papers about.
“Most of the rest of them,” he said, “are just the ordinary things. We needn’t worry about them. There’s only one other letter—ah! here it is. By the way, have you any opinions about woman’s suffrage?”