And stick to all that’s rotten still!
And by the Lord, I don’t say that I don’t respect him. I respect every man who votes honestly as he thinks.” And grandly, with appropriate gestures, he spouted:
“Who spurns the expedient for the right
Scorns money’s all-attractive charms,
And through mean crowds that clogged his flight
Has nobly cleared his conquering arms.
That’s the Attorney-General’s. He turns old Horace well, doesn’t he?”
Vaughan coloured. Young and candid, he could not bear the thought of taking credit where he did not deserve it. “I fear,” he said awkwardly, “that would bear rather hardly on me if we had a contest at Chippinge, my lord. Fortunately it is unlikely.”
“How would it bear hardly on you?” Brougham asked, with interest.
“I have a vote.”