"Ay de mi! Toby," said Mr. G. "These things make me think I'm not so young as I was."
"Younger Sir," I said. "Pup and dog, I've known you twenty years; heard most of your speeches in that time; honestly declare that for lightness of touch, swiftness of attack, wariness of defence, not to speak of eloquence, I've never heard you excel some of your speeches this Session."
"Well, well, Toby," said Mr. G., blushing in fashion never learned by youth of to-day, "that's due to your too friendly way of looking at things. What I was about to say is, that ever since I entered public life I have always known a Cavendish to the fore. Ministries may rise and fall; the Cavendishes remain. Curious thing is they have not—at least in recent times—personally a passion for politics, as Pitt had, or such as, in some degree, influences me. They would, if they had their own way, be out of it.
THE CHAIRMAN OF COMMITTEE'S HOLIDAY DREAM.
Victor, or Vig-Tory-ish, Cavendish.