"I don't think," she said, "that I believe very much in any work which--I don't express what I mean very well--which hasn't a great dream at the heart of it." Rames looked up into her face quickly and grew suddenly serious. He made no comment upon her words, however. "After all that's no reason why you shouldn't come to one of my meetings." Cynthia smiled. "I will come to the last one on the night before the poll," she replied reluctantly. "I shall hold you to it," said Harry Rames, and he went away well pleased with his visit. Cynthia was popular in Ludsey. So Cynthia should sit on that momentous evening in the front row upon the platform. Also he would make for her benefit an unusually effective speech. Cynthia from the window watched his motor-car spin away in a whirl of dust. He was going to preside that evening at a meeting of the Salvation Army. The dissolution took place on the fifteenth of January. But the real contest had begun a fortnight before in Ludsey. Harry Rames rushed into it as if it had been a foot-ball rally. He spoke all day, in factories and outside factories, in halls and schoolrooms and from club-room windows. He ransacked the morning papers for new pegs on which to hang his arguments; he kicked off at foot-ball matches and the aim of the kick was entirely political; and at the end of three weeks even he was very tired and inclined to recognize an element of humiliation in the conduct of a successful campaign. It was eleven o'clock at night. There was to be but one more day of it, but one more meeting to-morrow night, the big, final rally on the eve of the poll. Harry Rames lay outstretched upon his sofa with his pipe between his lips cradled pleasantly upon that reflection, when the door of his room opened and a waiter brought in a card. Rames waved it aside. "I can see no one." "The gentleman said that his business was important." Rames grumbled and took the card from the salver. "M. Poizat," he read. "A Frenchman. Certainly not. I won't see him." The waiter, an old English servant, a rare being nowadays, even in a country hotel, stood his ground. "He's lived in Ludsey a long time, sir." "Oh, has he!" said Rames. "Tell him I am out." The waiter shook his head. "He has already told me that you are in, sir. Come, you had better see him, sir. Perhaps he's the ha'porth of tar." "Oh, very well," said Rames. "But I tell you, William, that I am in the mood to assert my rights as a man." "Mustn't do that, sir, until the day after to-morrow. You are only a candidate till then."