Bundle got up and walked by his side obediently.

“And I do so hate politics,” she murmured piteously.

“Of course you do. So do all sensible people. It’s only people like Codders and Pongo who take them seriously and revel in them. But all the same,” said Bill, reverting suddenly to a former point, “you oughtn’t to let Codders hold your hand.”

“Why on earth not?” said Bundle. “He’s known me all my life.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“Virtuous William⁠—Oh, I say, look at Superintendent Battle.”