He also gives large dinners and wears a beautiful
diamond pin."
"I believe he goes to bed in it. Oh, he's an awful ass! It was he who
said at a public function 'The Mayor of Wymington must be like Caesar's
wife--all things to all men!' Oh, he's a colossal ass! And his conceit!
My word!"
"You needn't expatiate on it," said I. "I who speak have suffered much
at the hands of Sir Gerald Macnaughton."
"If he did get into Parliament he'd expect an armchair to be put for him
next to the Speaker. Really, Lola, you never saw such a chap. If there
was any one else up against me I wouldn't mind. Anyway, I'm running down
to Wymington to-morrow to interview the committee. And if they choose
me, then it'll be a case of 'Lord don't help me and don't help the b'ar,
and you'll see the derndest best b'ar fight that ever was.' I'll make
things hum in Wymington!"
He went on eagerly to explain how he would make things hum. For the
moment he had forgotten his enchantress who, understanding nothing of
platforms and planks and electioneering machinery, smiled with pensive
politeness at the fire.
Pages:
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182