The young men, however, were very keen about the election, and Mr Nearthewinde, who was one of the party, was full of the most sanguine hopes.
"I have done one good at any rate," said Frank; "I have secured the chorister's vote." "What! Bagley ?" said Nearthewinde.

"The fellow kept out of my way, and I couldn't see him." "I haven't exactly seen him," said Frank; "but I've got his vote all the same." "What! by a letter ?" said Mr Moffat.
"No, not by letter," said Frank, speaking rather low as he looked at the bishop and the earl; "I got a promise from his wife: I think he's a little in the henpecked line." "Ha--ha--ha!" laughed the good bishop, who, in spite of Frank's modulation of voice, had overheard what had passed.

"Is that the way you manage electioneering matters in our cathedral city?
Ha--ha--ha!" The idea of one of his choristers being in the henpecked line was very amusing to the bishop.
"Oh, I got a distinct promise," said Frank, in his pride; and then added incautiously, "but I had to order bonnets for the whole family." "Hush-h-h-h-h!" said Mr Nearthewinde, absolutely flabbergasted by such imprudence on the part of one of his client's friends.

"I am quite sure that your order had no effect, and was intended to have no effect on Mr Bagley's vote." "Is that wrong ?" said Frank; "upon my word I thought that it was quite legitimate." "One should never admit anything in electioneering matters, should one ?" said George, turning to Mr Nearthewinde.
"Very little, Mr de Courcy; very little indeed--the less the better.
It's hard to say in these days what is wrong and what is not.

Now, there's Reddypalm, the publican, the man who has the Brown Bear.
Well, I was there, of course: he's a voter, and if any man in Barchester ought to feel himself bound to vote for a friend of the duke's, he ought.