He looked about him rather helplessly. Then he sat down beside Melville and demanded a cigarette. Suddenly he plunged into intimacy.
“It is doubtful whether I shall contest Hythe,” he remarked.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
He lit his cigarette.
“Would you?” he asked.
“Not a bit of it,” said Melville. “But then it’s not my line.”
“Is it mine?”
“Isn’t it a little late in the day to drop it?” said Melville. “You’ve been put up for it now. Every one’s at work. Miss Glendower——”
“I know,” said Chatteris.