“Enviable would be the Member of Parliament who could represent so charming a constituency!”
“Oh, Mr Dunshunner!”
Directed by the Provost’s list, I set forth in search of my constituency. The first elector whose shop I entered was a draper of the name M’Auslan. I found him in the midst of his tartans.
“Mr M’Auslan, I presume?”
“Ay,” was the curt response.
“Allow me to introduce myself, sir. My name is Dunshunner.”
“Oh.”
“You are probably aware, sir, that I am a candidate for the representation of these burghs?”
“Ay.”
“I hope and trust, Mr M’Auslan, that my principles are such as meet with your approbation?”