answered Madge, “but I think I can guess. She hopes—or perhaps ‘fears’ would be more correct—that her husband is going to join the Cabinet, and is trying to fit herself by suddenly studying political and social questions. For a month she’s been clinging like a leech to Helen Lavery, who takes her to meetings and gatherings. I suppose they’ve struck up some sort of a bargain. It’s rather pathetic.”
“Good Heavens! What a tragedy for the man,” commented Flossie.
“What is he like?” asked Joan.
“Not much to look at, if that’s what you mean,” answered Madge. “Began life as a miner, I believe. Looks like ending as Prime Minister.”
“I heard him at the Albert Hall last week,” said Flossie. “He’s quite wonderful.”
“In what way?” questioned Joan.
“Oh, you know,” explained Flossie. “Like a volcano compressed into a steam engine.”
They discussed Joan’s plans. It looked as if things were going to be easy for her.
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