“Why so? What do you mean?”
“I mean this,—that I wish he 'd buy me, too, without seeing me!” And then, seeing that by their blank looks they had failed to catch his meaning, he added, “Is n't he one of the Cabinet now?”
“Yes, he is Colonial Secretary.”
“That 's the very fellow I want. He 's giving away things every day, that any one of them would be the making of me.”
“What would you take?”
“Whatever I 'd get. There's my answer. Whatever I 'd get I'd be a Bishop, or a Judge, or a boundary Commissioner, or a Treasurer,—I 'd like to be that best,—or anything in reason they could offer a man of good family, and who had a seat in the House.”
“I think you might get him something; I'm sure you might,” said Heathcote.
“Well, I can try, at all events. I 'll write to-day.”
“Will you really?”
“I give you my word on it. I 'll say that, independently of all personal claims of your own, you 're an intimate and old friend, whose advancement I will accept as a favor done to myself.”