Mr. Bennet said nothing. But she relentlessly continued,

“What a majestic thing the election of Abel Newt by the popular will will be!”

“My dear,” he answered, “don’t laugh until you know that it is the popular will; and when you do know it, cry.”

They walked on silently for some little distance further, and then Gerald Bennet turned toward St. John’s Square. His wife asked:

“Where are you going?”

“Can’t you guess?”

“Yes; but we have never been there before.”

“Has he ever failed before?”

“No, you dear soul! and I am very glad we are going.”