'I have been bombarded with letters lately as to politics, and the situation, and a possible new constituency.

A candid friend says to me this morning, "Hang the Italians!--what do you know about them,--and what do they matter?
English people can only be frightened by their own bogies.

Come home, for God's sake! There's a glorious fight coming, and if you're not in it, you'll be a precious fool."' 'I daren't be as candid as that!' said Lucy, her face quivering with suppressed fun.
Their eyes met in a common flash of laughter.

Then Manisty fell heavily back against the seat.
'What have I got to go home for ?' he said abruptly, his countenance darkening.
Lucy's aspect changed too, instantly.

She waited.
Manisty's lower jaw dropped a little.