Miss Bride?
Who was Miss Bride?
Oh, the lady whom he had seen once or twice with Lady Ogram; her secretary, had he not heard?
Why, then he was altogether wrong in his conjecture about Lashmar and Miss Tomalin.

He smiled at the error, characteristic of such an acute observer of social life! He had received a card of invitation to Lady Honeybourne's, but had by no means thought of going down into Surrey to see an amateur open-air performance of "As You Like It." After all, was it not a way of passing an afternoon?
And would not Miss Tomalin's running comment have a piquancy all its own?
She would have "got up" the play, would be prepared with various readings, with philological and archaeological illustrations.

Dymchurch smiled again as he thought of it, and already was half decided to go.
A copy of the _Hollingford Express_, posted, no doubt, by Lashmar, informed him that the private meeting of Liberals at the Saracen's Head had resulted in acceptance of his friend's candidature.

There was a long report of Lashmar's speech, which he read critically, and not without envy.

Whether he came to be elected or not, Lashmar was doing something; he knew the joy of activity, of putting out his strength, of moving others by the energy of his mind.