Tallente was watching the speaker curiously.  He had thought over this interview all the way up on the train, thought it out on very different lines.

“Nothing, I suppose,” he admitted, “yet there’s a certain risk about dropping me, isn’t there?  You might drive me into the arms of the enemy.”

“What, the old Whig lot?  Not a chance!  I know you too well for that.”

“No, the Democrats.”

Horlock moved restlessly in his chair.  He was eyeing his visitor steadfastly.

“What, the people who have just voted solidly against you?”

“Hasn’t it occurred to you that that might have been political strategy?” Tallente suggested.  “They might have maneuvered for the very situation which has arisen—­that is, if I am really worth anything to anybody.”

Horlock shook his head.

“Oil and water won’t mix, Tallente, and you don’t belong to that crowd.  All the same,” he confessed, “I shouldn’t like you with them.  I cannot believe that such a thing would ever come to pass, but the thought isn’t a pleasant one.”

“Now that you have made up your mind that I don’t want to go to the House of Lords and wouldn’t under any possible consideration,” Tallente asked, “have you anything else to suggest?”

Mr. Horlock was a little annoyed.  He considered that he had shown remarkable patience with a somewhat troublesome visitor.

“Tallente,” he said, “it is of no use your being unreasonable.  You had your chance at Hellesfield and you lost it; your chance in my Cabinet and lost that too.  You know for yourself how many rising politicians I have to satisfy.  You’ll be back again with us before long, of course, but for the present you must be content to take a rest.  We can make use of you on the platform and there are always the reviews.”

“I see,” Tallente murmured.

“The fact is,” his host concluded, as his fingers strayed towards the dismissal bell, “you made rather a mistake, Tallente, years ago, in dabbling at all with the Labour Party.  At first, I must admit that I was glad.  I felt that you created, as it were, a link between my Government and a very troublesome Opposition.  To-day things have altered.  Labour has shown its hand and it demands what no sane man could give.  We’ve finished with compromise.  We have to fight Socialism or go under.”

Tallente nodded.

“One moment,” he begged, as the Prime Minister’s forefinger rested upon the button of the bell.  “Now may I tell you just why I came to pay you this visit?”

“If there is anything more left to be said,” Mr. Horlock conceded, with an air of exaggerated patience.

“There is just this,” Tallente declared.  “If you had had a seat to offer me or a post in your Cabinet, I should have been compelled to decline it, just as I have declined that ridiculous offer of a peerage.  I have consented to lead the Democratic Party in the House of Commons.”