Fitzgibbon and Phineas started together from Pall Mall for Portman Square,—­as both of them had promised to call on Lady Laura,—­but Fitzgibbon turned in at Brooks’s as they walked up St. James’s Square, and Phineas went on by himself in a cab.  “You should belong here,” said Fitzgibbon as his friend entered the cab, and Phineas immediately began to feel that he would have done nothing till he could get into Brooks’s.  It might be very well to begin by talking politics at the Reform Club.  Such talking had procured for him his seat at Loughshane.  But that was done now, and something more than talking was wanted for any further progress.  Nothing, as he told himself, of political import was managed at the Reform Club.  No influence from thence was ever brought to bear upon the adjustment of places under the Government, or upon the arrangement of cabinets.  It might be very well to count votes at the Reform Club; but after the votes had been counted,—­had been counted successfully,—­Brooks’s was the place, as Phineas believed, to learn at the earliest moment what would be the exact result of the success.  He must get into Brooks’s, if it might be possible for him.  Fitzgibbon was not exactly the man to propose him.  Perhaps the Earl of Brentford would do it.

Lady Laura was at home, and with her was sitting—­Mr. Kennedy.  Phineas had intended to be triumphant as he entered Lady Laura’s room.  He was there with the express purpose of triumphing in the success of their great party, and of singing a pleasant paean in conjunction with Lady Laura.  But his trumpet was put out of tune at once when he saw Mr. Kennedy.  He said hardly a word as he gave his hand to Lady Laura,—­and then afterwards to Mr. Kennedy, who chose to greet him with this show of cordiality.

“I hope you are satisfied, Mr. Finn,” said Lady Laura, laughing.

“Oh yes.”

“And is that all?  I thought to have found your joy quite irrepressible.”

“A bottle of soda-water, though it is a very lively thing when opened, won’t maintain its vivacity beyond a certain period, Lady Laura.”

“And you have had your gas let off already?”

“Well,—­yes; at any rate, the sputtering part of it.  Nineteen is very well, but the question is whether we might not have had twenty-one.”

“Mr. Kennedy has just been saying that not a single available vote has been missed on our side.  He has just come from Brooks’s, and that seems to be what they say there.”

So Mr. Kennedy also was a member of Brooks’s!  At the Reform Club there certainly had been an idea that the number might have been swelled to twenty-one; but then, as Phineas began to understand, nothing was correctly known at the Reform Club.  For an accurate appreciation of the political balance of the day, you must go to Brooks’s.

“Mr. Kennedy must of course be right,” said Phineas.  “I don’t belong to Brooks’s myself.  But I was only joking, Lady Laura.  There is, I suppose, no doubt that Lord de Terrier is out, and that is everything.”