"I'm sure I don't know when we're going to see poor dear Humphrey again," said Mrs. Pomfret, examining the group on the porch through her gold-mounted lenses; these awful people are always here when I come. I wonder if they sleep here, in the hammocks and lounging chairs! Alice, we must be very polite to them--so much depends on it." "I'm always polite, mother," answered Alice, "except when you tell me not to be. The trouble is I never know myself." The victoria stopped in front of the door, and the irreproachable Waters advanced across the porch. "Waters," said Mrs. Pomfret, "I suppose Mr. Crewe is too busy to come out." "I'm afraid so, madam," replied Waters; "there's a line of gentlemen waitin' here" (he eyed them with no uncertain disapproval). and I've positive orders not to disturb him, madam." "I quite understand, at a time like this," said Mrs. Pomfret, and added, for the benefit of her audience, "when Mr. Crewe has been public-spirited and unselfish enough to undertake such a gigantic task. Tell him Miss Pomfret and I call from time to time because we are so interested, and that the whole of Leith wishes him success." "I'll tell him, madam," said Waters, But Mrs. Pomfret did not give the signal for her coachman to drive on. She looked, instead, at the patient gathering. "Good morning, gentlemen," she said. "Mother!" whispered Alice, "what are you going to do?" The gentlemen rose. "I'm Mrs. Pomfret," she said, as though that simple announcement were quite sufficient,--as it was, for the metropolitan press. Not a man of them who had not seen Mrs. Pomfret's important movements on both sides of the water chronicled. "I take the liberty of speaking to you, as we all seem to be united in a common cause. How is the campaign looking?" Some of the gentlemen shifted their cigars from one hand to the other, and grinned sheepishly. "I am so interested," continued Mrs. Pomfret; "it is so unusual in America for a gentleman to be willing to undertake such a thing, to subject himself to low criticism, and to have his pure motives questioned. Mr. Crewe has rare courage--I have always said so. And we are all going to put our shoulder to the wheel, and help him all we can." There was one clever man there who was quick to see his opportunity, and seize it for his newspaper. "And are you going to help Mr. Crewe in his campaign, Mrs. Pomfret?" "Most assuredly," answered Mrs. Pomfret. "Women in this country could do so much if they only would. You know," she added, in her most winning manner, "you know that a woman can often get a vote when a man can't." "And you, and--other ladies will go around to the public meetings?" "Why not, my friend; if Mr. Crewe has no objection? and I can conceive of none." "You would have an organization of society ladies to help Mr. Crewe?"