You know there'll be a general election some time next year, and he advises me to stand for Belwick.' He did not look at his wife.

Coming to a garden-seat, he put up one foot upon it, and brushed the cigar ash against the back.

Adela sat down; she had not replied at once, and was thoughtful.
'As a Socialist candidate ?' she asked, when at length he turned his eyes to her.
'Well, I don't know.

Radical rather, I should think.

It would come to the same thing, of course, and there'd be no use in spoiling the thing for the sake of a name.' Adela had a Japanese fan in her hand; she put it against her forehead, and still seemed to consider.
'Do you think you could find time for Parliament ?' 'That has to be thought of, of course; but by then I should think we might arrange it.