Second W. I. M. Everything. Didn't you read John Burns's speech about it?
First W. I. M. No—and I don't mean to. Ask me another.
Second W. I. M. All right—I will. Do you mean to deny that our present Registration System is a ridiculous one?
First W. I. M. (hotly). Yes, I do.
Second W. I. M. (with triumph). Ah, I've got you now. You said, only yesterday, that any system by which a Government like this got into power must be ridiculous. (To Inquirer.) Didn't he?
Inquirer (hesitating). Well, I'm not quite sure. I rather fancy he did say something of that kind. But—(deprecatingly)—perhaps he meant something else.
First W. I. M. No, I didn't. I meant what I said—and I stick to it. But that isn't the same thing as the Registration System.
Second W. I. M. Perhaps you'll tell us, then, what the Registration System is?
Inquirer (eagerly). Yes, do. I should like to get to the bottom of it, because I'm constantly meeting a sort of third cousin of mine, who's a Registrar of something or other, and I never quite know what he does. All I know is, that he isn't a Registrar in Bankruptcy.
First W. I. M. Let me see—how can I put it shortly? It's just this—you chaps have got votes.