He held out his hand a little pettishly.
"Politics," he said, "is the one career in which men seldom recover from their mistakes.

I hope that even at the eleventh hour you will relent.
It will be a grief to all of us to see you slip away from the reputable places." The Right Honourable John Augustus Horlock stepped into his motor-car and drove away.

Tallente, after a glance at his watch, called a taxi and proceeded to keep his appointment at Demos House, the great block of buildings where Dartrey had established his headquarters.

In the large, open waiting room where he was invited to take a seat he watched with interest the faces of the passers-by.

There seemed to be visitors from every class of the community.