If I can get anything out of him to make me think he'll go straight on the scheme to save the Empire"-- he smiled faintly--"when it comes to a vote, I'll withdraw in his favour at the convention.

Horace here will think up something for me--any old lie will do, I suppose?
In any case, of course, I withdraw." He took his hat, and they all got up, startled a little at the quick and simple close of the difficult scene they had anticipated.

Horace Williams offered his hand.
"Shake, Lorne," he said, and the other two, coming nearer, followed his example.
"Why, yes," said Lorne.
He left them with a brief excuse, and they stood together in a moment's silence, three practical politicians who had delivered themselves from a dangerous network involving higher things.
"Dash these heart-to-heart talks," said Bingham irritably, "it's the only thing to do, but why the devil didn't he want something out of it?
I had that Registrarship in my inside pocket." "If anybody likes to kick me round the room," remarked Horace Williams with depression, "I have no very strong objection." "And now," Mr Farquharson said with a sigh, "we understand it's got to be Carter.

I suppose I'm too old a man to do jockey for a three-year-old, but I own I've enjoyed the ride." Lorne Murchison went out into the companionship of Main Street, the new check in his fortunes hanging before him.

We may imagine that it hung heavily; we may suppose that it cut off the view.