“Canvass? But that is to ask people to vote for you, is it not? And the English great ladies allow the voters to kiss them, don’t they?”
“You had better not, unless you want me to fight the voters all round. No; the way of going to work nowadays is to get at the electors’ wives, and make them promise to influence their husbands.”
“I see. I am to say to them, ‘You must tell your husband to vote for mine, because I am the person who knows best, and I can assure you how good he is.’”
“You are nothing but a child after all,” laughed Usk. “And a few minutes ago I thought you had turned into a woman who was quite a stranger to me.”
“A child for you to love, and a woman to love you,” said Helene, very low.
CHAPTER XVI.
BEYOND RECALL.
“Oh, Nym, I am so frightened!”
“Why? About what your father will say, do you mean?”
“No; it’s something I have done.”
“What wickedness have you been up to now? An infant like you!—aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”