"
Mr. Sabin glanced at the clock.
"You are very good," he said, "but I was never much good at indoor
games. Golf has been my only relaxation for many years. Besides,
I too have an engagement for which I must leave in a very few
minutes."
"It is very good of you," Mr. Brott said, "to have given me the
pleasure of your company. I have the greatest possible admiration
for your niece, Mr. Sabin, and Camperdown is a thundering good
fellow. He will be our leader in the House of Lords before many
years have passed."
"He is, I believe," Mr. Sabin remarked, "of the same politics as
yourself."
"We are both," Mr. Brott answered, with a smile, "I am afraid
outside the pale of your consideration in this respect. We are
both Radicals."
Mr. Sabin lit another cigarette and glanced once more at the clock.
"A Radical peer!" he remarked. "Isn't that rather an anomaly? The
principles of Radicalism and aristocracy seem so divergent."
"Yet," Mr. Brott said, "they are not wholly irreconcilable. I have
often wished that this could be more generally understood. I find
myself at times very unpopular with people, whose good opinion I am
anxious to retain, simply owing to this too general misapprehension."
Mr. Sabin smiled gently.
"You were referring without doubt--" he began.
"To the Countess," Brott admitted.
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