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At first it was rather Isabel kept it up than I. Whenever Margaret and I went down to that villa, with its three or four acres of garden and shrubbery about it, which fulfilled our election promise to live at Kinghamstead, Isabel would turn up in a state of frank cheerfulness, rejoicing at us, and talk all she was reading and thinking to me, and stay for all the rest of the day.
I went about the constituency making three speeches that were soon threadbare, and an odd little collection of people worked for me; two solicitors, a cheap photographer, a democratic parson, a number of dissenting ministers, the Mayor of Kinghamstead, a Mrs.
It was clear to me that the most vital activities in which I could engage would be those which most directly affected the Church, public habits of thought, education, organised research, literature, and the channels of general discussion. I had to ask myself how my position as Liberal member for Kinghamstead squared with and conduced to this essential work.
I was going to "take hold" at last, the Kinghamstead Division was my appointed handle. I was to find my place in the rather indistinctly sketched constructions that were implicit in the minds of all our circle. The precise place I had to fill and the precise functions I had to discharge were not as yet very clear, but all that, we felt sure, would become plain as things developed.
"Every one knows we're a mixed lot," said Isabel. "Poor old chaps like me!" interjected the general. "But that's not a programme," said the doctor. "But Mr. Remington has published a programme," said Isabel. The doctor cocked half an eye at me. "In some review," the girl went on. "After all, we're not going to elect the whole Liberal party in the Kinghamstead Division. I'm a Remington-ite!"
"Gentlemen voters of the Kinghamstead Division," I began. "Votes for Women!" yelled a voice, amidst laughter the first time I remember hearing that memorable war-cry. "Three cheers for Mrs. Remington!" "Mrs. Remington asks me to thank you," I said, amidst further uproar and reiterated cries of "Speech!" Then silence came with a startling swiftness. Isabel was still in my mind, I suppose.
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