"Oh, there is not much fun; they are mostly so slobbered and dirty. A sharp fellow in Nearthewinde, and knows what he is about well."
"Does he look up the wives and daughters too?"
"Oh, he goes on every tack, just as it's wanted. But there was Moffat, yesterday, in a room behind the milliner's shop near Cuthbert's Gate; I was with him. The woman's husband is one of the choristers and an elector, you know, and Moffat went to look for his vote. Now, there was no one there when we got there but the three young women, the wife, that is, and her two girls—very pretty women they are too."
"I say, George, I'll go and get the chorister's vote for Moffat; I ought to do it as he's to be my brother-in-law."
"But what do you think Moffat said to the women?"
"Can't guess—he didn't kiss any of them, did he?"
"Kiss any of them? No; but he begged to give them his positive assurance as a gentleman, that if he was returned to Parliament he would vote for an extension of the franchise, and the admission of the Jews into Parliament."
"Well, he is a muff!" said Frank.