"And is it not strange, doctor," said Reddy, in a reproachful tone, "that them people should be insensible to that song, and leave the room while I was singing it?"
"Too good for them, sir—above their comprehension."
"Besides, so rude!" said Reddy.
"Oh, my dear friend," said the doctor, "when you know more of the world, you'll find out that an appeal from the lower house to the upper," and he changed his hand from the region of his waistcoat to his head as he spoke, "is most influential."
"True, doctor," said Reddy, with a smile; "and suppose we go to supper now."
"Wait a moment," said Growling, holding his button. "Did you ever try your hand at an epic?"
"No, I can't say that I did."
"I wish you would."
"You flatter me, doctor; but don't you think we had better go to supper?"
"Ha!" said the doctor, "your own House of Commons is sending up an appeal—eh?"