"I shouldn't wonder if she's sorry. She had set her mind on our beating Robb at the poll. No one seems to know who will stand for the Conservatives. I saw Breakspeare after midnight; he was in the wildest excitement. He thinks it's good for us."
"Of course you'll see Lady Ogram to-day?"
"I shall come at lunch-time. That'll be best, won't it?"
May nodded. Her eyes kept turning in the direction of the house.
"How very kind of you to have come out so early!" said Dyce. "All night I've been reproaching myself for giving you the trouble, and when I saw the rain I didn't think for a moment you would be here. I'm delighted to be able to talk to you before seeing anyone else. Don't you think this event has happened very luckily? Whether I am elected or not, it'll be easier for me to get out of my false position."
"Why? How?"
"In this way. During the excitement of the election, I shall find opportunities of speaking more freely with Lady Ogram, and who knows but I may bring her to see that the plan she made for me was not altogether to my advantage? Miss Bride, of course, will speak, whenever she has a chance, in the same sense—"
"Are you sure of that?" asked May, casting a furtive glance at him. She was boring the path with the point of her slim umbrella.
"Do you feel any doubt?" asked Dyce in turn.
"I really can't judge. It's such a very curious situation—and," she added, "Miss Bride is so peculiar."