Why, oh, why does he not sit down?
why, O Undy, does he thus stand, looking at the surface of the table on which he is leaning?
'And now,' he said, 'he had another proposition to make; and that was that Mr.Undecimus Scott should also be expelled from the club,' and having so spoken, in a voice of unusual energy, he then sat down.
And now, Undy, you may as well pack up, and be off, without further fuss, to Boulogne, Ostend, or some such idle Elysium, with such money-scrapings as you may be able to collect together.
No importunity will avail thee anything against the judges and jurymen who are now trying thee.

One word from that silent old baronet was worse to thee than all that Mr.Chaffanbrass could say.

Come! pack up; and begone.
But he was still a Member of Parliament.

The Parliament, however, was about to be dissolved, and, of course, it would be useless for him to stand again; he, like Mr.M'Buffer had had his spell of it, and he recognized the necessity of vanishing.

He at first thought that his life as a legislator might be allowed to come to a natural end, that he might die as it were in his bed, without suffering the acute pain of applying for the Chiltern Hundreds.
In this, however, he found himself wrong.