intellectual gap between the sexes! If you can get interested———"
"Oh, I know."
"Besides, it's not a question of principles. It's the fun of electioneering."
"Fun!"
"There's no knowing what won't interest the feminine mind," said Melville, and added, "or what will."
Chatteris did not answer.
"It's the district visiting instinct, I suppose," said Melville. "They all have it. It's the canvassing. All women like to go into houses that don't belong to them."
"Very likely," said Chatteris shortly, and failing a reply from Melville, he gave way to secret meditations, it would seem still of a fairly agreeable sort.
The twelve-o'clock gun thudded from Shornecliffe Camp.
"By Jove!" said Chatteris, and quickened his steps.
They found Adeline busy amidst her papers. As they entered she pointed reproachfully, yet with the protrusion of a certain Marcella-like undertone of sweetness, at the clock. The apologies of Chatteris were effusive and winning, and involved no mention of the Sea Lady on the Leas.
Melville delivered his books and left them already wading deeply into the details of the districț organisation that the local Liberal organiser had submitted.
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