He certainly canvassed.' 'A tailor--canvassed--for Parliament ?' remarked an old Dowager, the mother of Squire Copping.

'My what are we coming to next ?' 'He deserved to get in,' quoth Aunt Bel: 'After having his principles worked ready, to eject the man was infamous.' Amazed at the mine she had sprung, the Countess sat through it, lamenting the misery of owning a notorious father.

Happily Evan was absent, on his peaceful blessed bed! Bowing over wine with the Duke, she tried another theme, while still, like a pertinacious cracker, the Great Mel kept banging up and down the table.
'We are to have a feast in the open air, I hear.

What you call pic-nic.' The Duke believed there was a project of the sort.
'How exquisitely they do those things in Portugal! I suppose there would be no scandal in my telling something now.

At least we are out of Court-jurisdiction.' 'Scandal of the Court!' exclaimed his Grace, in mock horror.
'The option is yours to listen.