The fashion was to pet them.

We stood against them; were halfhearted, and were beaten; and then we petted them, and bit by bit our privileges were torn away.

We made lords of them to catch them, and they grocers of us by way of a return.

'Already,' said Everard, 'they have knocked the nation's head off, and dry-rotted the bone of the people.' 'Don't they,' Nevil asked, 'belong to the Liberal party ?' 'I'll tell you,' Everard replied, 'they belong to any party that upsets the party above them.

They belong to the GEORGE FOXE party, and my poultry-roosts are the mark they aim at.