She gave him some tea to keep him quiet; he drank it in passionate gulps.

Then he felt better, and lay back in his chair biting his mustache meditatively.
"By the way, did Morley say whether he'd support Ringwood! The fellow's a publican, likewise a sinner, but we must rush him in for the District Council." "Why ?" asked Mrs.Nevill Tyson, trying hard to be interested.
"Why?
To keep that radical devil out, of course; a cad that spits on his Bible, and would do the same for his Queen's face any day--if he got the chance, I'd like to sound Morley, though." A smile flickered on his lips, as he anticipated the important interview.
"Oh, he did say something about it.

I remember now.

I think he's going to vote for the Smedley man." Tyson's smile went out suddenly.

He was scowling now.