The injured honour of all the Tillietudlemites rose against him with one indignant shout; and a rumour, a horrid rumour, of a severer fate met his ears.

He applied at once for the now coveted sinecure,--and was refused.

Her Majesty could not consent to entrust to him the duties of the situation in question--; and in lieu thereof the House expelled him by its unanimous voice.
And now, indeed, it was time for him to pack and begone.

He was now liable to the vulgarest persecution from the vulgar herd; his very tailor and bootmaker would beleaguer him, and coarse unwashed bailiffs take him by the collar.

Yes, now indeed, it was time to be off.
And off he was.