“No:” said I.
Dawton sighed.—“And young A—?” said the statesman, after a pause.
“Has an expensive mistress, and races. Your lordship might be sure of him, were you in power, and sure not to have him while you are out of it.”
“And B.?” rejoined Dawton.
VOLUME V.
CHAPTER LVIII.
Mangez-vous bien, Monsieur? Oui, et bois encore mieux.—Mons. de Porceaugnac.
My pamphlet took prodigiously. The authorship was attributed to the most talented member of the Opposition; and though there were many errors in style, and (I now think) many sophisms in the reasoning, yet it carried the end proposed by all ambition of whatever species—and imposed upon the taste of the public.