"So then," said he, as I concluded, "my opponent is at least a gentleman; that is a comfort." "Sir George Dashwood," said I, "from all I have seen, is a remarkably nice person, and I am certain you will meet with only the fair and legitimate opposition of an opposing candidate in him,--no mean or unmanly subterfuge." "All right, Charley.

Well, now, your affair of this morning must keep you quiet for a few days, come what will; by Monday next, when the election takes place, Bodkin's fate will be pretty clear, one way or the other, and if matters go well, you can come into town; otherwise, I have arranged with Considine to take you over to the Continent for a year or so; but we'll discuss all this in the evening.

Now I must start on a canvass.

Boyle expects to meet you at dinner to-day; he is coming from Athlone on purpose.
Now, good-by!" When my uncle had gone, I sank into a chair and fell into a musing fit over all the changes a few hours had wrought in me.

From a mere boy whose most serious employment was stocking the house with game or inspecting the kennel, I had sprung at once into man's estate, was complimented for my coolness, praised for my prowess, lauded for my discretion, by those who were my seniors by nearly half a century; talked to in a tone of confidential intimacy by my uncle, and, in a word, treated in all respects as an equal,--and such was all the work of a few hours.