Suppose he was elected--what then?
He would be a failure-the high gods in their mirth would see to that--a puppet in Frank Ayres' hands until the next general election, when he would have ignominiously to retire.

Awakener of England indeed! He could not even awaken Hickney Heath.

As he dashed through the streets in his triumphal car, he hated Hickney Heath, hated the wild "hoorays" of waggon-loads of his supporters on their way to the polls, hated the smug smiles of his committee-men at polling stations.

He forgot that he did not hate England.

A little black disk an inch or two in diameter if cunningly focussed can obscure the sun in heaven from human eye.