To her family she remarked with detachment that you saw hardly anything of Lorne Murchison now, he was so taken up with his old election; and to Hesketh she confided her fear that politics did interfere with friendship, whatever he might say.

He said a good deal, he cited lofty examples; but the only agreement he could get from her was the hope that the estrangement wouldn't be permanent.
"But you are going to say something, Lorne," she insisted, talking of the Jordanville meeting.
"Not much," he told her.

"It's the safest district we've got, and they adore old Farquharson.

He'll do most of the talking--they wouldn't thank me for taking up the time.

Farquharson is going to tell them I'm a first-class man, and they couldn't do better, and I've practically only to show my face and tell them I think so too." "But Mr Hesketh will speak ?" "Yes; we thought it would be a good chance of testing him.