"Charmed, I'm sure," I chirped up. Jolly lie, though, for I wasn't impressed; didn't know _who_ the other fellow was, but I had _seen_ Irving in London--scores of times. Not a patch on John Drew to _my_ thinking! The judge was murmuring something apologetic: "So I can't go with you, myself, you see--but I know you will understand. Just so infernally tied up with preparation of rebuttal in suit the attorney-general is bringing against one of my corporations--most unreasonable thing you ever heard of!" The judge crossed his legs with a fling of impatience and pulled savagely at his cigar. "By George, Lightnut, we are getting to a pass with politics where party organization is going to the dogs--don't you think so, eh?" "Oh, dash it, yes--rotten, you know!" I worked off indignantly--her father, don't you see! Sat wondering when I would get to see her--by Jove, they would _have_ to let me see her at luncheon! I just caught back in time to get the end of a sentence: "Utter defiance of personal obligations!" His hands spread eloquently. "Tell me what is the use of electing men to office, when they time-servingly yield before the clamor of the cursed populistic and revolutionary spirit of the times?" He was leaning toward me now, his jolly face swelling with indignation, his fist beating upon his knee. "What has become, Mr. Lightnut," he pounded, "of the time-honored sanctity of the 'gentleman's agreement'--eh? Where now the _pact conventa_?" "Where?" I shrugged, and I let it go at that, pretending to be busied with a match; for dash me if _I_ knew! Never had seen it even--in fact, didn't care a jolly hang if I never did, don't you know. He went on hammering: "Here I've got to go and stultify myself, arguing against my own decision when I was on the bench!" He snorted. "It's perfectly abominable, sir--outrageous!" And the judge hurled his little body back into the chair and furiously pumped himself into a cloud of smoke. He glared at me expectantly, and I knew I had to come up. "Beastly bad form, you know!" I tried, sending a great funnel upward and frowning after it. Fact was, I never took any interest in political questions--dashed bore, you know. Wondered if he would spring them much when Frances and I were-- "Um--well, I should say so!" he grunted; and my jerk sent ashes all over me. But I saw that he was just mollified because I agreed with him. Best system, Pugsley says, is always to agree with _everybody_ in politics--"humor 'em gently, just like children," were his exact words; "you know it really _don't_ matter!" "And now, let's see," resumed the judge, brightening. "I wonder who we _can_ get to take you!" His fingers drummed together thoughtfully. "Um, of course, there is Francis--" my heart took a jolly leap--"but Francis is impossible--_quite_ impossible!" "By Jove, no!" I ejaculated eagerly, and I came up in my chair like a galvanized what's-its-name. "Just the thing--be delighted, you know."