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"Oh, Tony's as sound as a bell," returned Henry a little
contemptuously. "Hard work will do him all the good in the
world--it's just what he wants. I have been advising him to take up
some special subject and master it thoroughly before he goes into the
House. It's the only way to get on quickly nowadays." He turned to
Tony. "Have you thought that over at all yet? I mean do you feel a
special leaning towards any particular question?"
Tony took a long drink of champagne and put down his glass.
"Yes, Henry," he said, "during the last two days I have discovered
that foreign politics have a remarkable attraction for me."
"Foreign politics!" repeated Henry. "Well, they're an interesting
subject, but I should have thought you would have found them a little
too--too--what shall we say--too remote."
Tony shook his head. "No," he said, "I haven't found that. Of
course I don't know very much about them yet, but I expect to be
learning quite a lot before long."
"Well, that's the right spirit anyway," said Henry heartily. "When I
get back I will instruct my secretary to send you along some White
Books to study. Remember if there is anything we can do to help
you--introductions you would like or anything of that sort--don't
hesitate to ask us."
"I won't," said Tony.
Harmoniously as matters had been proceeding up to this point, the
remainder of the lunch party was even more of a pronounced success.
It was evident that Tony's sudden and surprising absorption in world
politics was highly approved of both by Henry and Laura, who seemed
to regard it as a sign that he was beginning to take his
Parliamentary career with becoming seriousness. If at times old Lady
Jocelyn's twinkling black eyes suggested a certain amount of
scepticism in the matter, she at least said nothing to disturb this
pleasant impression, while Tony himself sustained his new rôle with
that imperturbable ease of manner which never seemed to desert him.
It was nearly half-past three before Laura and Henry rose to go, and
then they took their leave with an approving friendliness that
reminded one of a tutor saying good-bye to a promising pupil.
"I will have those White Books sent round at once," said Henry,
warmly shaking his cousin's hand. "There is a new one just issued
dealing with the Patagonia boundary dispute. You will find it most
interesting."
"It sounds ripping," said Tony.
"And you needn't worry a bit about your election," added Laura.
"Henry's seat is so safe that I shall be able to give up my entire
time to helping you."
"That _will_ be nice, won't it, Tony?" said Lady Jocelyn innocently.
She rose to her feet with the aid of her ebony stick, and taking
Henry's arm accompanied him and Laura to the head of the staircase,
where she said good-bye to them both. She then came back into the
room, and closing the door behind her, shook her head slowly and
reprovingly at the future member for Balham North.
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