“Heaven knows!” said Mr. Manning; and added, “the twenty-ninth.”
“I thought it was earlier,” said Ann Veronica. “Wasn’t Parliament to reassemble?”
He put out his hand and leaned against a tree and crossed his legs. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest.
“Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. “It seems—It’s interesting.”
“Do you think so? I find my interest in that sort of thing decline and decline.”
“I’m curious. Perhaps because I don’t know. I suppose an intelligent person OUGHT to be interested in political affairs. They concern us all.”
“I wonder,” said Mr. Manning, with a baffling smile.
“I think they do. After all, they’re history in the making.”
“A sort of history,” said Mr. Manning; and repeated, “a sort of history. But look at these glorious daisies!”
“But don’t you think political questions ARE important?”