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Phillis, we learned from Dolly, had been attacked by violent pains early in the evening; and about nine o'clock there had been a sudden rise of temperature, with slight delirium, followed by a complete and alarming collapse. Dr Farquharson had been sent for, hot-foot, from Stridge's platform, and his first proceeding had been to summon me from mine.
At their head and forefront I could see the moonlight glitter on his watch-chain, which lay in a most favourable position for lunar reflection stood the newly elected Member for Stoneleigh, Mr Alderman Stridge. Simultaneously there was a knock at the door, and the hall-porter of the hotel appeared. "Mr Stridge's compliments, sir, and he would like to have a word with you."
"Mangy bounder!" remarked my brother-in-law dispassionately. "Oh, I was just raging!" continued Robin. "The people of course yelled themselves hoarse; and Stridge was going on to rub it into you, when I stepped on to the balcony beside him I had been standing just inside the window and I put my hand on Stridge's fat shoulder and I pulled him back a wee thing, and I roared
To-night my little girl's illness took a favourable turn. She is now fast asleep, and practically out of danger." I saw a great ripple pass over the crowd, like a breeze over a cornfield, as the news sped from mouth to mouth. Both Stridge's great hands were on my shoulders. "Good lad!" he said. "Good lad!"
He was in a tearing hurry, as he had to go on to one of Stridge's meetings horrid creature! but he promised to come again on his way home. Do you think it very important that I should come with you?" I turned to my secretary. "What's your opinion, Robin?" "I think Mrs Inglethwaite should come. They like to see her on the platform, I know."
There was something overwhelming about the dumb kindness of it all, three thousand excited folk holding themselves in for fear of disturbing a sick child, and I merely shook Stridge's hand again. However, I found my voice at last. "Mr Stridge," I said, "there is only one thing I will say in response to your kindness, but I think it is the one thing most calculated to reward you all for it.
A week later, when certain upholders of my cause bombarded Stridge's emporium with an assortment of Stridge's own eggs, hitting one of Mr Stridge's white-jacketed assistants in the eye, and severely damaging the frontage of Mr Stridge's Italian warehouse whereupon local and immediate supporters of the cause of Stridge squared matters by putting three bombardiers into a horse-trough Mr Stridge and I expressed no sort of regret to one another whatsoever, but referred scathingly, amid rapturous cheers, at our next meetings to the blackguardly policy of intimidation and hooliganism by which the other side found it necessary to bolster up a barren cause and hopeless future; all of which shows that things were tuning up to concert pitch.
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