I want to hear all that Henslow has to say.

We must not neglect a single chance whilst that terrible cry is ever in our ears." They parted at the tram terminus, Mr.Bullsom taking a car for his suburban paradise.

As usual, he was the centre of a little group of acquaintances.
"And how goes the election, Bullsom ?" some one asked him.
Mr.Bullsom was in no hurry to answer the question.

He glanced round the car, collecting the attention of those who might be supposed interested.
"I will answer that question better," he said, "after the mass meeting on Saturday night.

I think that Henslow's success or failure will depend on that." "Got something up your sleeve, eh ?" his first questioner remarked.
"Maybe," Mr.Bullsom answered.