"It always seemed to me to have a touch
of the heroic, that absurd effort she was making to 'qualify' herself, so
that she might be of use to him. I can see her doing something quite
big, if she thought it would help him."
The cawing of the rooks grew fainter. One by one they folded their
wings.
Neither spoke for a while. Later on, they talked about the coming
election. If the Party got back, Phillips would go to the Board of
Trade. It would afford him a better platform for the introduction of his
land scheme.
"What do you gather is the general opinion?" Joan asked. "That he will
succeed?"
"The general opinion seems to be that his star is in the ascendant,"
Madge answered with a smile; "that all things are working together for
his good. It's rather a useful atmosphere to have about one, that. It
breeds friendship and support!"
Joan looked at her watch. She had an article to finish. Madge stood on
tiptoe and kissed her.
"Don't think me unsympathetic," she said. "No one will rejoice more than
I shall if God sees fit to call you to good work.
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