"I'll tell him, madam," said Waters,
But Mrs. Pomfret did not give the signal for her coachman to drive on. She looked, instead, at the patient gathering.
"Good morning, gentlemen," she said.
"Mother!" whispered Alice, "what are you going to do?"
"I'm Mrs. Pomfret," she said, as though that simple announcement were quite sufficient,--as it was, for the metropolitan press. Not a man of them who had not seen Mrs. Pomfret's important movements on both sides of the water chronicled. "I take the liberty of speaking to you, as we all seem to be united in a common cause. How is the campaign looking?"
Some of the gentlemen shifted their cigars from one hand to the other, and grinned sheepishly.
"I am so interested," continued Mrs. Pomfret; "it is so unusual in America for a gentleman to be willing to undertake such a thing, to subject himself to low criticism, and to have his pure motives questioned. Mr. Crewe has rare courage--I have always said so. And we are all going to put our shoulder to the wheel, and help him all we can."
There was one clever man there who was quick to see his opportunity, and seize it for his newspaper.