Every kind of electioneering sin known to the electioneering world was brought to his charge; he was accused of falseness, dishonesty, and bribery of every sort: he had, it was said in the paper of indictment, bought votes, obtained them by treating, carried them off by violence, conquered them by strong drink, polled them twice over, counted those of dead men, stolen them, forged them, and created them by every possible, fictitious contrivance: there was no description of wickedness appertaining to the task of procuring votes of which Sir Roger had not been guilty, either by himself or by his agents.

He was quite horror-struck at the list of his own enormities.

But he was somewhat comforted when Mr Closerstil told him that the meaning of it all was that Mr Romer, the barrister, had paid a former bill due to Mr Reddypalm, the publican.
"I fear he was indiscreet, Sir Roger; I really fear he was.

Those young mean always are.

Being energetic, they work like horses; but what's the use of energy without discretion, Sir Roger ?" "But, Mr Closerstil, I knew nothing about it from first to last." "The agency can be proved, Sir Roger," said Mr Closerstil, shaking his head.