But there was
one man who didn't talk rot, though I agreed with scarcely a thing he
said. But then he's a Labour man--or thinks he is--and I know that I'm a
Tory--as blue as you make 'em. Anyway I'm perfectly certain you'd have
liked to be there, Miss Helena!"
"Geoffrey?" said Helena coolly.
"Right you are. Well, I can tell you he made a ripping success! The man
next to me in the gallery, who seemed to have been born and bred
there--knew everybody and everything--and got as much fun out of it as I
do out of 'Chu-Chin-Chow'--he told me it was the first time Geoffrey had
really got what he called the 'ear of the House'--it was pretty full
too!--and that he was certain to get on--office, and all that kind of
thing--if he stuck to it. He certainly did it jolly well. He made even an
ignorant ass like me sit up. I'd go and hear him again--I vow I would!
And there was such a fuss in the lobby! I found Geoffrey there,
shovelling out hand-shakes, and talking to press-men. An old uncle of
mine--nice old boy--who's sat for a Yorkshire constituency for about a
hundred years, caught hold of me.
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