But Spain could not wait.

She must have a king; for the regency was wearisome.

It was weary of itself, like an old man ready to die.
There was no money in the public coffers.

The Cortes was a house of words.

Here eloquence reigned supreme; and eloquence never yet made an empire.
Half a dozen different parties made speeches at each other, but Spain, owing to a blessed immunity from the cheap newspaper, was spared these speeches.