"I only came up ten days ago," she answered, "and I'm afraid I've been something of a recluse. What is going on?"
"Well," he declared, "I should have thought you'd heard it, anyway. I'll send you up a few newspapers when I get back. I'm a candidate for the governorship."
Victoria bit her lip, and leaned over to brush a fly from the neck of her horse.
"You are getting on rapidly, Humphrey," she said. "Do you think you've got--any chance?"
"Any chance!" he repeated, with some pardonable force. "I'm sure to be nominated. There's an overwhelming sentiment among the voters of this State for decent politics. It didn't take me long to find that out. The only wonder is that somebody hasn't seen it before."
"Perhaps," she answered, giving him a steady look,"perhaps somebody has."
One of Mr. Crewe's greatest elements of strength was his imperviousness to this kind of a remark.
"If anybody's seen it," he replied, "they haven't the courage of their convictions." Such were the workings of Mr. Crewe's mind that he had already forgotten that first talk with Mr. Hamilton Tooting. "Not that I want to take too much credit on myself," he added, with becoming modesty, "I have had some experience in the world, and it was natural that I should get a fresh view. Are you coming down to Leith in a few days?"