“Well if he wants to make a great speech why doesn’t he do it?”

Visitors interrupted the conversation and Mr. Buckstone took his leave.  It was not of the least moment to Laura that her question had not been answered, inasmuch as it concerned a thing which did not interest her; and yet, human being like, she thought she would have liked to know.  An opportunity occurring presently, she put the same question to another person and got an answer that satisfied her.  She pondered a good while that night, after she had gone to bed, and when she finally turned over, to, go to sleep, she had thought out a new scheme.  The next evening at Mrs. Gloverson’s party, she said to Mr. Buckstone: 

“I want Mr. Trollop to make his great speech on the Pension bill.”

“Do you?  But you remember I was interrupted, and did not explain to you—­”

“Never mind, I know.  You must’ make him make that speech.  I very. particularly desire, it.”

“Oh, it is easy, to say make him do it, but how am I to make him!”

“It is perfectly easy; I have thought it all out.”

She then went into the details.  At length Mr. Buckstone said: 

“I see now.  I can manage it, I am sure.  Indeed I wonder he never thought of it himself—­there are no end of precedents.  But how is this going to benefit you, after I have managed it?  There is where the mystery lies.”

“But I will take care of that.  It will benefit me a great deal.”

“I only wish I could see how; it is the oddest freak.  You seem to go the furthest around to get at a thing—­but you are in earnest, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am, indeed.”

“Very well, I will do it—­but why not tell me how you imagine it is going to help you?”

“I will, by and by.—­Now there is nobody talking to him.  Go straight and do it, there’s a good fellow.”

A moment or two later the two sworn friends of the Pension bill were talking together, earnestly, and seemingly unconscious of the moving throng about them.  They talked an hour, and then Mr. Buckstone came back and said: 

“He hardly fancied it at first, but he fell in love with it after a bit.  And we have made a compact, too.  I am to keep his secret and he is to spare me, in future, when he gets ready to denounce the supporters of the University bill—­and I can easily believe he will keep his word on this occasion.”

A fortnight elapsed, and the University bill had gathered to itself many friends, meantime.  Senator Dilworthy began to think the harvest was ripe.  He conferred with Laura privately.  She was able to tell him exactly how the House would vote.  There was a majority—­the bill would pass, unless weak members got frightened at the last, and deserted—­a thing pretty likely to occur.  The Senator said: 

“I wish we had one more good strong man.  Now Trollop ought to be on our side, for he is a friend of the negro.  But he is against us, and is our bitterest opponent.  If he would simply vote No, but keep quiet and not molest us, I would feel perfectly cheerful and content.  But perhaps there is no use in thinking of that.”