Their talk grew calmly practical; the last half hour of it was concerned with pecuniary detail.  Her eye on the clock—­for Leonard was sure to enter very soon—­Mrs. Woolstan gave a full account of her income, enumerating the securities which were in the hands of her trustee, Mr. Wrybolt, and those which she had under her own control.  In the event of her re-marriage, Mr. Wrybolt’s responsibility came to an end, a circumstance very pleasing to Lashmar.  When the schoolboy interrupted them, their conversation was by no means finished.  After a cheerful lunch, they resumed it on the sea-shore, Leonard being sent off to amuse himself as he would.  By tea-time, it had been agreed that Lashmar should at once give up his expensive London rooms, and come down to Eastbourne, to recruit his health and enjoy Iris’s society, until Leonard went back to school.  The house at West Hampstead should be their home for the first twelvemonth; by that time they would see how things were going, and be able to make plans.  Early in the evening, Lashmar took a train for town.

At his lodgings he found several letters; two of them were important.  Constance Bride’s handwriting indicated the envelope to be first torn open.  She wrote concisely and with her usual clearness.  The ill news from Hollingford had been a grief to her, but it was very satisfactory to see that Lashmar had reduced the Conservative majority.  “You have gained some very useful experience, which I hope you may before long have an opportunity of using.  Please send me a statement of the election expenses as soon as you can; you remember the understanding between us in that matter.  I am soon leaving England for a few weeks, but a letter directed as above will always reach me.”  The address referred to was that of a well-known Society for Social Reform in the west of London.

His hand tremulous with the anger which this curt epistle had excited, Lashmar broke an envelope on the flap of which was printed in red letters the Pont Street address so familiar to him.  Mrs. Toplady wrote more at length; she took the trouble to express her disappoint ment at the result of the Hollingford election in courteously rounded terms—­“Our dear old friend of Rivenoak would have found some apt phrase to describe such a man as Butterworth.  Wasn’t she good at that kind of thing!  How I have laughed to hear her talk of the late lamented Robb!  You have the satisfaction of knowing that you got more votes than any Liberal has done at Hollingford for many years so the papers tell me.  In fact, you have made a very good start indeed, and I am sure the eye of the party will be on you.”

Lashmar glowed.  He had not expected such words from Mrs. Toplady.  After all, Iris had given him good advice.  Who knew but this woman might be more useful to him than Lady Ogram had been?