The two men, though politically opposed, were excellent friends; they greeted cordially.
"So you're ordered out of politics, Farquharson ?" said the squire.
"We're all sorry for that, you know." "I'm afraid so; I'm afraid so.

Thanks for your letter--very friendly of you, squire.

I don't like it--no use pretending I do--but it seems I've got to take a rest if I want to be known as a going concern." "A fellow with so much influence in committee ought to have more control of his nerve centres," Ormiston told him.

The squire belonged to that order of elderly gentlemen who will have their little joke.

"Well, have you and Bingham and Horace Williams made up your minds who's to have the seat ?" Farquharson shook his head.