One of these concerned a well-known publican, a stalwart figure on the Tory side.
"I am assured that three voters have been drinking steadily for the last week at his expense.

He calculates that delirium tremens will have set in, in each case, by the day after to-morrow." "Who are these men ?" asked Lilian, eagerly.

"Why can't we save them in time ?" "Oh, the thing is too artfully arranged.

They are old topers; no possibility of interfering." "I can't see"---- "Lilian," interposed Mrs.Liversedge, "what was the material of that wonderful dress Mrs.Kay wore last night ?" "I don't know, Mary; I didn't notice it .-- But surely if it is _known_ that these men are"---- It was a half-holiday for the Liversedge boys, and they were anticipating the election with all the fervour of British youth.

That morning there had been a splendid fight at the Grammar School; they described it with great vigour and amplitude, waxing Homeric in their zeal.