'No, no,' said Mr Waller hastily, 'I did not mean that. By all means
pay us a visit now and then, if it does not interfere with your own
work. But I noticed just now that you spoke to Bristow as Comrade
Bristow.'

'It is too true,' said Psmith. 'I must correct myself of the habit. He
will be getting above himself.'

'And when you were speaking to Jackson, you spoke of yourself as a
Socialist.'

'Socialism is the passion of my life,' said Psmith.

Mr Waller's face grew animated. He stammered in his eagerness.

'I am delighted,' he said. 'Really, I am delighted. I also--'

'A fellow worker in the Cause?' said Psmith.

'Er--exactly.'

Psmith extended his hand gravely. Mr Waller shook it with enthusiasm.

'I have never liked to speak of it to anybody in the office,' said Mr
Waller, 'but I, too, am heart and soul in the movement.'

'Yours for the Revolution?' said Psmith.

'Just so. Just so. Exactly. I was wondering--the fact is, I am in the
habit of speaking on Sundays in the open air, and--'