"Yes, my Lord, I shall be proud to second you," said the rector.

"I didn't think that I should ever do that to one of your name in Silverbridge." "I hope you think I've made a change for the better," said the candidate.
"You've come over to my school of course, and I suppose I am bound to think that a change for the better.

Nevertheless I have a kind of idea that certain people ought to be Tories and that other certain people ought to be Whigs.

What does your father say about it ?" "My father wishes me to be in the House, and that he has not quarrelled with me you may know by the fact that had there been a contest he would have paid my expenses." "A father generally has to do that whether he approves of what his son is about or not," said the caustic old gentleman.
There was nothing else to be done.

They all went back to the hotel, and Mr.Sprugeon with Mr.Sprout and the landlord drank a glass of sherry at the candidate's expense, wishing him political long life and prosperity.