"Most of your countrymen are," said Champion, with a sigh. "'They think too much'—you know the rest of the quotation, I expect."
Robin nodded.
I was a little scandalised at this flagrant tribute to the enemy, and said so.
Champion laughed.
"You are a whole-hearted old war-horse, Adrian. I envy you. Sometimes, I wish that I——"
"For mercy's sake don't go and say that you are a Radical at heart too," I cried.
"N-n-o. But isn't it rot, the whole business?"
"What whole business?"
"Ask Mr Fordyce there. He will tell you. I see it in his eye."
"What is rot, Robin?" I asked. "Party government?"