"Are you all agreed on your figures?" he asked. They
exchanged papers, counted, whispered a little, recovered their own
papers. "Yes," ran along the row, and the presiding officer pushed back
his chair. In a single instant Quisante was the centre of a throng of
people shaking his hand, and everybody crowded into the inner room.
"How many?" asked Sir Winterton Mildmay.
"Forty-seven, Sir Winterton," answered Smiley.
So it was over, and Alexander Quisante was again Member for Henstead.
"Send somebody to tell Foster," May heard him say before he followed to
the window from which the announcement was to be made. He was very pale
and walked rather unsteadily. "Stay by Mr. Quisante; I think he's not
very well," she whispered to the agent. The next moment two of Sir
Winterton's prominent supporters passed her; one spoke to the other half
in a whisper. "That damned Sinnett business has done us," he said.
Her cheek flushed suddenly; it was horrible to think that. Still they
had played fair, and it was no fault of theirs.
"Let me be the first to congratulate you," said a gentle voice.
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