CHAPTER VIII.
KINGSTON BROOKS MAKES INQUIRIES At luncheon Brooks found himself between Sybil Caroom and Mr.Hennibul.
She began to talk to him at once.
"I want to know all about your candidate, Mr.Brooks," she declared.
"You can't imagine how pleased I am to have you here.

I have had the feeling ever since I came of being shut up in a hostile camp.

I am a Radical, you know, and these good people, even my mother, are rabid Conservatives." Brooks smiled as he unfolded his serviette.
"Well, Henslow isn't exactly an ornamental candidate," he said, "but he is particularly sound and a man with any amount of common-sense.

You should come and hear him speak." "I'd love to," she answered, "but no one would bring me from here.

They are all hopeless.