To her family she remarked
with detachment that you saw hardly anything of Lorne
Murchison now, he was so taken up with his old election;
and to Hesketh she confided her fear that politics did
interfere with friendship, whatever he might say. He said
a good deal, he cited lofty examples; but the only
agreement he could get from her was the hope that the
estrangement wouldn't be permanent.
"But you are going to say something, Lorne," she insisted,
talking of the Jordanville meeting.
"Not much," he told her. "It's the safest district we've
got, and they adore old Farquharson. He'll do most of
the talking--they wouldn't thank me for taking up the
time. Farquharson is going to tell them I'm a first-class
man, and they couldn't do better, and I've practically
only to show my face and tell them I think so too."
"But Mr Hesketh will speak?"
"Yes; we thought it would be a good chance of testing
him. He may interest them, and he can't do much harm,
anyhow."
"Lorne, I should simply love to go. It's your first
meeting."
"I'll take you."
"Mr Murchison, HAVE you taken leave of your senses?
Really, you are--"
"All right, I'll send you. Farquharson and I are going
out to the Crow place to supper, but Hesketh is driving
straight there. He'll be delighted to bring you--who
wouldn't?"
"I shouldn't be allowed to go with him alone," said Dora,
thoughtfully.
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