At eight o'clock an informal meeting was held at the office of the _Polterham Examiner_, with the result that Mr.Hammond, the editor, subsequently penned that significant paragraph which next morning attracted all eyes.
On returning to supper, Mr.Liversedge found his wife and Denzil in conversation with Eustace Glazzard.

With the latter he had a bare acquaintance; from Denzil's report, he was disposed to think of him as a rather effeminate old-young man of metropolitan type.
"Well," he exclaimed, when greetings were over, "I don't think you will want for an audience to-morrow, Denzil.

We are summoning Polterham indiscriminately." Glazzard had of course heard of the coming lecture.

He wore a smile, but was taciturn.
"Pray heaven I don't make an exhibition of myself!" cried Denzil, with an air of sufficient confidence.
"Shall I send coffee to your bedroom, to-night ?" asked his sister, with merry eyes.
"Too late for writing it out.

It must be inspiration I know what I want to say, and I don't think the sea of Polterham faces will disturb me." He turned sharply to his brother-in-law.
"Are you still in the same mind on that matter we spoke of this afternoon ?" "Decidedly!" "Glazzard, what should you say if I came forward as Radical candidate for Polterham ?" There was silence.