a three-million pound loan for his beloved but unscrupulous Province, and I did not wish to entertain any more of his financial friends.
'We,' Penfentenyou replied ambassadorialy, 'have come to have a Voice in Your Councils. By the way, the Voice is coming down on the evening train with my Agent-General. I thought you wouldn't mind if I invited 'em. You know We're going to share Your burdens henceforward. You'd better get into training.'
'Certainly,' I replied. 'What's the Voice like?'
'He's in earnest,' said Penfentenyou. 'He's got It, and he's got It bad. He'll give It to you,' he said.
'What's his name?'
'We call him all sorts of names, but I think you'd better call him Mr. Lingnam. You won't have to do it more than once.'
'What's he suffering from?'
'The Empire. He's pretty nearly cured us all of Imperialism at home. P'raps he'll cure you.
'Very good. What am I to do with him?'
'Don't you worry,' said Penfentenyou. 'He'll do it.'
And when Mr. Lingnam appeared half-an-hour later with the Agent-General for Penfentenyou's Dominion, he did just that.
He advanced across the lawn eloquent as all the tides. He said he had been observing to the Agent-General that it was both politically immoral and strategically unsound that forty-four million people should bear the entire weight of the
