"My dear," she said, "carrots are cheap." She paused for an instant and added, "Thank God!" Paul squeezed her arms affectionately and they moved apart.

He sighed.
"They're the most precious things in the world," said he.
"The most precious things in the world are those which you can get for nothing," said Jane.
"You're a dear," said he, "and a comfort." Presently he left her and returned to his weary round of the constituency, feeling of stouter heart, with a greater faith in the decent ordering of mundane things.

A world containing such women as Jane and Ursula Winwood possessed elements of sanity.

Outside one of the polling stations he found Barney Bill holding forth excitedly to a knot of working-men.

He ceased as the car drove up, and cast back a broad proud smile at the candidate's warm greeting.
"I got up the old 'bus so nice and proper, with all your colours and posters, and it would have been a spectacular Diorama for these 'ere poor people; but you know for why I didn't bring it out to-day, don't you, sonny ?" "I know, dear old friend," said Paul.
"I 'adn't the 'cart to." "What were you speechifying about when I turned up ?" Barney Bill jerked a backward thumb.