"Mrs. MANGLES, I think? Your husband _not_ at home, I see. It doesn't matter--you will do _quite_ as well. I'm Mrs. HONEYBALL.... Oh, you _have_ heard the name.... Seen my husband's picture on the placards? Oh, you're not taking a liberty in the very _least_. I shall be only too _delighted_ to give you one. He _is_ rather nice-looking, isn't he? I'll tell you what I'll do--when I get home, I'll send you one of his photographs to put on your mantelpiece.... Oh, I _don't_ think I should have it coloured, if I were you.... But his hair and moustache aren't _auburn_, and what _do_ you want to put him in a red tunic for?... Really? The living image of your first young man? He _will_ be flattered!... You've had several since? I can quite believe _that_.... Well, if you will promise to get your husband to give me his vote, perhaps----_Why_ should I have to go to the--er--'Cimingtery' for it?... Last Christmas?--_dear_ me! I'm very sorry I----Good-bye, Mrs. MANGLES; and--er--if I _do_ find I have a photograph to spare----but the portrait of him on that leaflet is really more _like_, you know!" [Illustration: "I _love_ the smell of tobacco!"] "No, don't put _down_ your pipe, Mr. GOWLES; I--I _love_ the smell of tobacco!... You weren't _intending_ to--how friendly of you!... I daresay you don't know who _I_ am?... Perhaps not, but you'll let me _tell_ you, won't you?... I've come to ask you to vote for my husband, Mr. HONEYBALL; he's not a _Tory_, you know, he's a thorough-going Radical.... Not going to vote for either of them?--Now _why_?... Oh, no, I'm _sure_ you're not--you're _much_ too pleasant and gentlemanly to be a horrid Socialist!... You want everything done away with? Well, the Liberals _are_ going to abolish a lot of things. There's the House of Lords, for instance, you're against _them_, I'm sure.... Not more than you are against the House of Commons? Oh, but you don't _really_ want to destroy one of our most ancient institutions!... Capitalists? oh, they're sharks and bloodsuckers and landgrabbers and all that, I _quite_ agree with you there--only they're all _Tories_, you know.... Why shouldn't you share in all the wealth you're assisting to produce? Why are you to be robbed of the product of your brain and hands?--I really don't know--it's very wrong, no doubt--what _do_ you produce?... Oh, you're a bill-poster? I _see_. Now don't get excited.... Your only hope is in the Gospel of Hate?... Now _really_, such a _disagreeable_ thing to say!... If I could only bring you to see that by voting for the Liberals----... I'm _not_ a smooth-tongued humbug, and it's extremely rude of you to call me anything of the kind.... I never said you hadn't a perfect right to vote as you pleased.... Very _well_, then, _keep_ your horrible vote, I'm sure _I_ don't want it! (_To herself, as she departs._) I shall go home. If I see any more of these people, I shall find I've turned into a rabid Tory--and I'm sure HORACE wouldn't like that!"