“That’s the genuine article, isn’t it?” said Gleam, turning to her smilingly. She nodded, rested her glance thoughtfully upon him for a moment. He seemed so small, precise, uninspiring compared with the huge-limbed man with the leonine face and rolling voice who had just been swaying her. “He is a power among these people,” she said below her breath. “I deserve some credit, don’t I?” he remarked. He was proud of Goddard, honestly delighted at the impression his pupil had made upon Lady Phayre. The succeeding speeches, modest and formal, after Goddard’s magnetic harangue, were quickly over. After three cheers for Dan Goddard, the audience broke up. The occupants of the platform formed into little groups. Gleam drew Goddard from the largest of these. “I want to present you to Lady Phayre, the Lady Superior of the League.” And before the other could reply, he had taken him prisoner by the lapel of his coat, and brought him, in his brisk way, to where Lady Phayre was standing, and had gone through the formality of presentation. “You have had a great success to-night, Mr. Goddard,” she said. “It is easy to speak to an enthusiastic audience,” said Goddard. “You see we mean business,” he added, addressing Gleam. “We’ve done our share in agitation. It is for you people in the House now to carry the bill through.” “I’ll undertake to see that they don’t halt by the way,” said Lady Phayre with bewitching authority. “I wish you were in the House, Goddard,” said Gleam. “Get me a seat and I’ll come,” he replied with a laugh. “You’ll have the Hough division offered you according to general whisper.” “Not under a miracle,” said Goddard. “The moderate element in the constituency is too strong.” “I heard they were going to run an Independent Labour candidate,” interposed Lady Phayre. “I know the neighbourhood pretty well. Some friends I often stay with live near Ecclesby, and I hear the local gossip through them.” “They would withdraw the Labour man and support Goddard, if he stood,” explained Gleam. But Goddard laughed deprecatingly and shook his head. “It is all in the clouds. Repson has not resigned the seat yet. It is only a rumour that he intends doing so, and haste in the matter would be indecent. Anyhow,” he added, after a pause, to Lady Phayre, “if you would tell Mr. Gleam any news you may get, you would be doing me a service.” “Why not come and get it first hand?” asked Lady Phayre sweetly. “I should be most pleased to see you if you would call--13 Queen’s Court Mansions--Tuesdays.” “You are very kind,” said Goddard, bowing. “I had better give you a card,” she said, taking one from an elaborate little memoranda-book; “then you won’t forget the address.”