Some political goings-on during the recess have not penetrated far
beyond the corner where they happened. There was a meeting, for example, addressed by Mr. Anthony Eden in Anglesey, Lady Megan Lloyd George's constituency, on behalf of Lady Megan's opponent. It was, I believe, quite a good meeting till the loud-speaker broke down —a bus (driven undoubtedly by one of Lady Megan's emissaries) crashed over the cable—and the audience began to seep away under the impression that all was over. However, the next day, Mr. Eden, having done his worst for the sitting Member, went to call on her on the ancestral heath at Criccieth, there to find common ground far more enduring than any political differences in omniscience about dahlias ; this is politics as we play it (or them) in Britain. The only note to mar the harmony was a rather tactlessly too audible question as to whether a hose was used to keep the garden so perfect.
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