Mr.Dalmaine took a seat near her, and leaned forward with his hands clasped between his knees.
He asked: 'What were you saying to Puggerton when I passed and looked at you--you remember?
Something about working men and intelligent voting.' 'Oh, I was telling that tale of yours about the candidate whose name was Beere, and who got in so easily for--' 'I thought so,' he remarked, before she had finished.

'And you went on to say that I thought it a pity that there were not more men on our side with names of similar sound ?' 'Yes, I did.

Mr.Puggerton laughed ever so much.' 'H'm.

Paula, my dear, I think it won't be amiss if you leave off talking about politics.' 'Why?
I'm sure I've been talking very cleverly all the evening.

Mr.
Liggs said I was an acquisition to--something, I forget what.' 'No doubt.