“You are contesting Hythe?” said Melville.
“Fate points that way,” said Chatteris.
“They threaten a dissolution for September.”
“It will come in a month,” said Chatteris, with the inimitable tone of one who knows.
“In that case we shall soon be busy.”
“And I may canvass,” said the Sea Lady. “I never have——”
“Miss Waters,” explained Chatteris, “has been telling me she means to help us.” He met Melville’s eye frankly.
“It’s rough work, Miss Waters,” said Melville.
“I don’t mind that. It’s fun. And I want to help. I really do want to help—Mr. Chatteris.”
“You know, that’s encouraging.”