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I gave him to understand that Lalage must be either enticed or forced to leave Bally-gore. I intended to go onto a description of the sort of things Lalage had been doing, of Titherington's helplessness and Vittie's peril. But I was brought up short at the end of the first page by the want of blotting paper.
It is very curious how hard Titherington finds it to believe that he has made a mistake. He will probably go down to his grave maintaining that the letters A.S.P.L. stand for woman's suffrage, although I pointed out to him more than once that they do not. The latter part of Titherington's letter was devoted to a carefully reasoned explanation of the actual victory of O'Donoghue.
The nurse, who evidently thought that Hilda was being badly treated, went with her. She certainly took her as far as the hotel door. She may have gone all the way to Titherington's house. Lalage sat down opposite me and lit a cigarette. "We are having a high old time," she said. "Now that Tithers is gone and O'Donoghue, who appears to be rather an ass, professes to have a sore throat "
Hilda still hesitated. It occurred to me that she might not know where Titherington's house was. "Turn to the right," I said, "as soon as you get out of the hotel. Then go on to the end of the street. Mr. Titherington's house is at the corner and stands a little way back. It has 'Sandringham' in gilt letters on the gate. You can't miss it. In fact, you can see it from the door of the hotel.
I had promised my uncle and given the Conservative and Unionist Parliamentary Association to understand that I would place myself unreservedly in Titherington's hands. "I see," I said, "that I pledge myself " "You give the Amalgamated Association to understand that you pledge yourself," said Titherington. "The same thing, I suppose?" "Not quite," said Titherington grinning again.
All this was pleasant to think about at first; but there came a time when my mind was chiefly occupied in resenting Titherington's thoughtlessness. He had no right to go off on a long expedition without leaving me the key of the bag in which we kept the champagne.
As I had foreseen, he began to shovel the stuff into my mouth with the spoon. Titherington came over to my bedside. He pretended that he came to hold me up while McMeekin fed me. In reality he came to gloat. But I had my revenge. I pawed McMeekin with my hands and breathed full into his face. I also clutched Titherington's coat and pawed him.
"I tried to," I said, "but you kept on interrupting me, so I gave up." Titherington's conscience may have pricked him. He was certainly in a chastened mood, but he showed no sign of wishing to make any further apologies. On the contrary he began to recover something of his habitual self-assertiveness. "If you know her," he said, "perhaps you can tell me what a Jun. Soph. Ord. is?" "No, I can't.
"That's the reason," said Lalage, "why I refurnished your study and bought that perfectly sweet Dutch marquetry bureau and hung up the picture of Milton dictating 'Paradise Lost' to his two daughters." I have hated that picture since the day it first appeared in in my study. I only agreed to letting it in because I knew the alternative was Titherington's hospital nurse.
Titherington's tone suggested that the other candidate would certainly be my superior and that Vittie's chances against me were better than they would be against any one else. I turned round with a groan and lay with my face to the wall. Titherington went on talking.
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