The
Ferrierites hate him much worse than if he'd gone against them openly.
And the fellows he really agrees with don't love him much better."
"All the same he will get in; and if he don't get office now he will in
a few years."
"Oliver must be flattered that you believe in him so."
"I don't believe in him at all," said Lady Niton, sharply. "Every
country has the politicians it deserves."
Bobbie grinned.
"I don't find you a democrat yet."
"I'm just as much of one as anybody in this house, for all their fine
talk. Only they pretend to like being governed by their plumbers and
gas-fitters, and I don't."
"I hear that Oliver's speeches have been extremely good."
"H'm--all about the poor," said Lady Niton, releasing her hand from the
knitting-needles, and waving it scornfully at the room in which they
sat. "Well, if Oliver were to tell me from now till doomsday that his
heart bled for the poor, I shouldn't believe him. It doesn't bleed. He
is as comfortable in his middle region as you or I."
Bobbie laughed.
"Now look here, I'm simply famished for gossip, and I must have it."
Lady Niton's ball of wool fell on the floor.
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