I don't know whom you would set up in preference to Liversedge; but Liversedge suits me well enough.

If the Tories are going to put forward such a specimen as Hugh Welwyn-Baker, a gambler, a drinker, and a profligate, I don't know, I say, who would look better opposed to him than Toby Liversedge." Mr.Chown could not restrain himself.
"I fail altogether to see what Christianity has to do with politics! Christianity is all very well, but where will you find it?
Old Welwyn-Baker calls himself a Christian, and so does his son.

And I suppose the Rev.Scatchard Vialls calls himself a Christian! Let us have done with this disgusting hypocrisy! I say with all deliberation--I affirm it--that Radicalism must break with religion that has become a sham! Radicalism is a religion in itself.

We have no right--no right, I say--to impose any such test as Mr.Vawdrey insists upon!" "I won't quarrel about names," returned Vawdrey, stolidly, "What I meant to say was that we must have a man of clean life, a moral man." "And do you imply," cried Chown, "that such men are hard to find among Radicals ?" "I rather think they're hard to find anywhere nowadays." Mr.Wykes had made a gesture requesting attention, and was about to speak, when a boy came up to him and held out a telegram.
"What's this ?" murmured the Secretary, as he opened the envelope.
"Well, well, how very annoying! Our lecturer of to-morrow evening can't possibly keep his engagement.

No reason given; says he will write." "Another blank evening!" exclaimed Chown.