"Very well, then. I'll be there by a quarter-past seven."
Jack Bruce was waiting to see the headmaster in his study at the end of afternoon school.
"Well, Bruce," said the headmaster, coming into the room and laying down some books on the table, "do you want to speak to me? Will you give your father my congratulations on his victory. I shall be writing to him tonight. I see from the paper that the polling was very even. Apparently one or two voters arrived at the last moment and turned the scale."
"Yes, sir."
"It is a most gratifying result. I am sure that, apart from our political views, we should all have been disappointed if your father had not won. Please congratulate him sincerely."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Bruce, and what was it that you wished to see me about?"
Bruce was about to reply when the door opened, and Mr Spence came in.
"One moment, Bruce," said the headmaster. "Yes, Spence?"