One day in July while he was waiting for Colonel Winwood in the lobby of the House of Commons, Frank Ayres stopped in the middle of a busy rush and shook hands.
"Been down to Hickney Heath again?
I would if I were you.

Rouse 'em up." As the words of a Chief Whip are apt to be significant, Paul closeted himself with the President of the Hickney Heath Lodge, who called the Secretary of the local Conservative Association to the interview.

The result was that Paul was invited to speak at an anti-Budget meeting convened by the Association.

He spoke, and repeated his success.

The Conservative newspapers the next morning gave a resume of his speech.
His Sophie, coming to sign letters in her presidential capacity, brought him the cuttings, a proceeding which he thought adorable.