Horlock found Tallente once more slipping quietly away from the House and bundled him into his car.  They drove off rapidly.  “So it’s Buckinghamshire for me,” the former observed, not without jubilation.  “After all, it has been rather a tame finale.  We were beaten before we opened our mouths.”

“Even your new adherent,” Tallente said, smiling, “could not save you.”

Horlock made a grimace.

“You can have Miller and his faithful fourteen,” he declared.  “We don’t want him.  The man was a Little Englander, he has become a Little Labourite.  Heaven knows where he’ll end!  Are you going to be Prime Minister, Tallente?”

“I don’t know,” was the quiet reply.  “Just for the moment I am weary of it all.  Day after day, fighting and scheming, speaking and writing, just to get you fellows out.  And now we’ve got you out, well, I don’t know that we are going to do any better.  We’ve got the principles, we’ve got some of the men, but is the country ready for our programme!”

“If you ask me, I think the country’s ready for anything in the way of a change,” Horlock replied.  “I am sure I am.  I have been Prime Minister before, but I’ve never in my life had such an army of incompetents at the back of me.  Take my tip, Tallente.  Don’t you have a Chancellor of the Exchequer who refuses to take a bit off the income tax every year.”

“We shall abolish the income tax before long,” Tallente declared.

“I shall invest my money in America,” Horlock observed, “my savings, that is.  Where shall I put you down?”

“In Chelsea, if you would,” Tallente begged.  “We are only just turning off the Embankment.  I want to see Mrs. Dartrey.”

Horlock gave an order through the tube.

“I am going down to Belgrave Square,” he said, “then I am going back to Downing Street for to-night.  To-morrow a dutiful journey to Buckingham Palace, Saturday a long week-end.  I shall take out a season ticket to Buckinghamshire now.  You’re not going to nationalise the railways—­or are you, Tallente; what about season tickets then?”

“Nationalisation is badly defined,” Tallente replied.  “The Government will certainly aim at regulating the profits of all public companies and applying a portion of them to the reduction of taxation.”

“Well, good luck to you!” Horlock said heartily, as the car pulled up outside Dartrey’s little house.  “Here’s just a word of advice from an old campaigner.  You’re going to tap the people’s pockets, that’s what you are going to do, Tallente, and I tell you this, and you’ll find it’s the truth—­principles or no principles, your own party or any one else’s—­the moment you touch the pockets of any class of the community, from the aristocrat to the stone-breaker, they’ll be up against you like a hurricane.  Every one in the world hugs their principles, but there isn’t any one who’d hold on to them if they found it was costing them money.—­So long, and the best of luck to you, Tallente.  We may meet in high circles before long.”