“Conceited fool!”
“The fellow must be out of his senses!”
“Yes, a horsewhipping perhaps might bring him to!”
“Ay, or a good kicking might be salutary!”
The unanimity of the rival candidates produced, as might be supposed from their ignorance of the pretensions of each other, a feeling of mutual satisfaction and friendship, which, after a volley of anathemas had been fired by each gentleman against his rival, in absolute unconsciousness of his presence, ultimately displayed itself by each of them rising from his chair, and shaking the other most energetically by the hand.
“Really, my dear sir,” exclaimed Augustus in an inordinate fit of enthusiasm, at the supposed sympathy of his companion, “I never met with a gentleman so peculiarly to my fancy as yourself.”
“The feeling is perfectly reciprocal, believe me, my dear sir,” returned Julius, equally delighted with the imagined friendship of Mr. P.
“I trust that our acquaintance will not end here.”
“I shall be most proud to cultivate it, I can assure you.”
“Will you allow me to present you with a card?”