The final "_Bien, monsieur_," was, after all, sufficiently respectful, and our friend leaned back with the pleasant consciousness of duty performed.
He drank a good deal of wine, and talking with a spontaneity beyond the ordinary Briton.

Towards the close of dinner his theme was the coming electoral contest.
"You know," he said, bending over the table, "you will be able to give me important help.

The wife of a candidate--especially of a Radical candidate--can find plenty of work, if she knows how to go about it.

As little humbug as possible; and as little loss of self-respect, but we shall have to shake a good many dirty hands.

Your turn for 'slumming' will serve us well, but I know the dangers of it.