May
liked him in spite of the rather ponderous deference he showed to her;
with Quisante, on the other hand, he was familiar, seeming to say that he
could tell the younger man a thing or two; Quisante's manner did nothing
to contradict this implied assumption.
"What we want, sir," said Foster, "is to have you in the Government. Once
you're there, you'll sit for Henstead till you die or go to the House of
Lords. Nobody'll be able to touch you. But this time's critical, very
critical. They'll have a strong candidate, and they'll do all they know
to keep you out. It's not a time for offending anybody." He turned to
May. "I hope your ladyship will let us see you very often in the town?"
he said.
"When the election begins, I shall come down with my husband and stay all
the time."
"That's right; you'll be worth a hundred votes." He threw himself back in
his chair. "Under God," he said, "we ought to be safe. Your speech had an
excellent effect; I sent it to Middleton, and Dunn, and Japhet Williams,
and when I met 'em at the Council, they were all most pleasant about it.
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