Mr.
Vigil.
'The devil only knows,' said the other.
'I deserve it for trusting him,' said the conscience-stricken but worthy public servant.

By this time he had on his neckcloth and boots; in his eager haste to serve his country he had forgotten his stockings.

'I deserve it for trusting him--and how many men have they ?' 'Forty-one when I left.' 'Then they'll divide, of course ?' 'Of course they will,' said the promising young dove of the Treasury.
And now Mr.Whip Vigil had buttoned on that well-made frock with which the Parliamentary world is so conversant, and as he descended the stairs, arranged with pocket-comb his now grizzling locks.

His well-brushed hat stood ready to his touch below, and when he entered the cab he was apparently as well dressed a gentleman as when about three hours after noon he may be seen with slow and easy step entering the halls of the Treasury chambers.
But ah! alas, he was all too late.

He came but to see the ruin which Undy's defection had brought about.