" And to Mr.
Foster she said, "They must elect him, they can't help it, can they?"
"Well, I think we shall win now," said old Foster, smiling, but
directing a rather inquisitive glance at her. "Japhet Williams has
helped us; not so much as Sir Winterton himself, though."
May's face fell a little. "I didn't mean that," she said. "Oh, I suppose
I want to win anyhow, but I'd much rather not win through that."
"Must take what we can get," murmured Foster, quite resignedly.
"I suppose so; and it's not as if my husband, or you, or any of his
friends had taken any part in it."
The inquisitive glance ceased; Foster had found out the answer to what
it had asked; there were limits to the confidence which existed between
Lady May Quisante and her husband. But he only smiled comfortably;
Quisante wouldn't talk, he himself was safe, and, if anything had
cropped up in talk between him and Japhet, his skill and Japhet's vanity
had ensured that the little man should think himself the initiator,
inventor, and sole agent in the whole affair.
"We're not responsible for Japhet Williams," said he.
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