But come, Reddypalm, such an old friend of Sir Roger as you are, a man he speaks of as one of his intimate friends, I wonder how you can hesitate about it?
Now with another man, I should think that he wanted to be paid for voting--" "Oh, Mr Romer!--fie--fie--fie!" "I know it's not the case with you.

It would be an insult to offer you money, even if money were going.

I should not mention this, only as money is not going, neither on our side nor on the other, no harm can be done." "Mr Romer, if you speak of such a thing, you'll hurt me.

I know the value of an Englishman's franchise too well to wish to sell it.

I would not demean myself so low; no, not though five-and-twenty pound a vote was going, as there was in the good old times--and that's not so long ago neither." "I am sure you wouldn't, Reddypalm; I'm sure you wouldn't.