And when I have made love to them one by one I'll get 'em all together and make love to the conglomerate mass! And then I'll rake up all the prettiest women in London and get 'em down there to humbug the men--" "Lady Kynnersley will doubtless be there," said I; "and I don't quite see her--" He broke in with a laugh: "Oh! the mater! I'll fix up her job all right.
She'll just love it, won't she?
And then I know a lot of silly asses with motor-cars who'll come down.

They can't talk for cob-nuts, and think the Local Option has something to do with vivisection, and have a vague idea that champagne will be cheaper if we get Tariff Reform--but they'll make a devil of a noise at meetings and tote people round the country in their cars holding banners with 'Vote for Kynnersley' on them.

That's a sound idea, isn't it ?" I gravely commended the statesmanlike sagacity of his plan of campaign, and promised to write as soon as I got home to one or two members of the committee whom I suspected of pro-Macnaughton leanings.
"I do hope they'll adopt you!" I cried fervently.
"So do I," murmured Lola in her low notes.
"If they don't," said Dale, "I'll ask Raggles to give me an unpaid billet somewhere.

But," he added, with a sigh, "that will be an awful rotten game in comparison." "I'm afraid you won't make Raggles hum," said I.
He laughed, rose and straddled across the hearthrug, his back to the fire.
"He'd throw me out if I tried, wouldn't he?
But if they do adopt me--I swear I'll make you proud of me, Simon.

I'll stick my soul into it.