slight exclamation, and he went on: "And of course, always, my father, dear man. My mother's even more political than you."
"I dare say she is, and quite right!" said Mrs. Dallow.
"And she can't tell me a bit more than you can what she thinks, what she believes, what she desires."
"Excuse me, I can tell you perfectly. There's one thing I always desire—to keep out a Tory."
"I see; that's a great philosophy."
"It will do very well. And I desire the good of the country. I'm not ashamed of that."
"And can you give me an idea of what it is the good of the country?"
"I know perfectly what it isn't. It isn't what the Tories want to do."
"What do they want to do?"
"Oh, it would take me long to tell you. All sorts of trash."
"It would take you long, and it would take them longer! All they want to do is to prevent us from doing. On our side, we want to prevent them from preventing us. That's about us clearly as we all see it. So, on one side and the other, it's a beautiful, lucid, inspiring programme."
"I don't believe in you," Mrs. Dallow replied to this, leaning back on her sofa.
"I hope not, Julia, indeed!" He paused a moment, still with his face toward her and his elbows on his knees; then he pursued: "You are a very accomplished woman and a very zealous one; but you haven't an idea, you know—to call an
