"How splendid," said Lady Jocelyn. "And who are the natives? I always thought Balham was still unexplored." Tony shook his head. "Oh, no," he said. "Henry has been right into the interior. He can even speak the language--can't you, Henry?" "There is nothing to laugh at about Balham," said Henry a little stiffly. "It is one of the best residential suburbs in London." "And extremely well educated politically," put in Laura in her clear incisive voice. "I have been looking into the matter, and I find that our various temperance and purity leagues have no less than seven branches there, and that the reports from all of them are distinctly encouraging. On the whole I regard it as one of the must hopeful constituencies in London." Lady Jocelyn looked a little puzzled. "What do they hope for?" she inquired. "Lunch, m'lady," remarked the parlour-maid, opening the door. "In that case," said Tony gravely, "they couldn't have chosen a more efficient representative." Like the wise woman she was, Lady Jocelyn always had an excellent cook, and a single glance at the menu as they settled themselves down round the table had an inspiriting effect upon the entire party. Even Laura was not wholly exempt from its influence. Though a stern advocate of the superior food value of lentils and beans as far as the poor were concerned, she herself had a very handsome appreciation for the less scientific forms of diet. She ate with enthusiasm and staying power; after a second helping of mousse of ham and cold asparagus, she became more affable than Tony had ever seen her. "I can hardly describe the satisfaction that Tony's decision to stand has given to Henry and me," she observed to Lady Jocelyn. "We have been trying for years to persuade him to do something worthy of his position. A life of empty pleasure is such an appallingly bad example for the poor." "I am not quite sure that I agree with you there," said Tony. "I believe the possibility of being able to live eventually in complete idleness is one of the few real incentives to hard work. There ought to be one or two examples about, so that people can realize how pleasant that sort of life is." "You have done your share, Tony," said Lady Jocelyn consolingly. "You will be able to go to sleep in the House of Commons with a perfectly clear conscience." "Of course you are joking, Aunt Fanny," said Henry. "You are much too well informed to believe that sort of nonsense. I doubt if there is a more arduous profession in the world than being a member of Parliament--provided of course that a man takes his work seriously. Tony has promised us that he will do that." "And we shall be there to keep him up to it," added Laura crisply. Lady Jocelyn looked at Tony with some sympathy. "I only hope he won't break down," she said. "It's not everyone who can stand these severe strains."