Why shouldn't you fill it?
They seem to want you.

You're miles away over the heads of the average solemn duffers who get office." I bowed acknowledgment of his tribute.
"Well, you will buck up and try for it, won't you?
I'm awfully proud of you already, but I should go off my head with joy if you were in the Ministry." I met his honest young eyes as well as I could.

How was I going to convey to his candid intelligence the fact of my speedy withdrawal from political life without shattering his illusions?
Besides, his devotion touched me, and his generous aspirations were so futile.

Office! It was in my grasp.

Raggles, with his finger always on the pulse of the party machine, was the last man in the world to talk nonsense.