Something assures me that, for a reward of my life's labours, I shall behold the squashing of Robb!" Lady Ogram did not laugh.

Her sense of humour was not very keen, and the present subject excited her most acrimonious feelings.
"We must get hold of the right man," she exclaimed, with a glance at Lashmar.
"Yes, the right man," said Breakspeare, turning his eyes in the same direction.

"The man of brains, and of vigour; the man who can inspire enthusiasm; the man, in short, who has something to say, and knows how to say it.

In spite of the discouraging aspect of things, I believe that Hollingford is ready for him.

We leading Liberals are few in number, but we have energy and the law of progress on our side." Lashmar had seemed to be musing whilst he savoured a slice of pine-apple.