"At the moment of going to press, we learn that unforeseen circumstances have necessitated a change in this evening's programme at the Literary Institute.

The indefatigable Secretary, Mr.Wykes, has been fortunate enough to fill the threatened vacancy, and that in a way which gives promise of a rare intellectual treat." Then followed a description of the lecturer (consisting of laudatory generalities), and a few sounding phrases on the subject he had chosen.

Mr.Chown, who came and went twenty times in the course of the day, talked to all and sundry with his familiar vehemence.
"If it is true," he thundered, "that Tobias Liversedge has already surrendered his place to this young man, I want to know why these things have been done in a corner?
If you ask my opinion, it looks uncommonly like a conspiracy.

The Radical electors of Polterham are not going to be made the slaves of a secret caucus! The choice may be a very suitable one.

I don't say"---- "Then wait till we know something definite," growled Mr.Vawdrey.