It seems a pity you should have to shut down and go to the Colonies." "Oh, I don't know! And I have not altogether got to shut down," the young man said, "only the show is growing rather rotten over here.

We have let the rabble--the most unfit and ignorant--have the casting vote, and the machine now will crush any man.

I have kept out of politics as much as I can and I am glad." Francis Markrute got up and lowered the blind a few inches--a miserable September sun was trying to shine into the room.

If Lord Tancred had not been so preoccupied with his own thoughts he would have remarked this restlessness on the part of his host.

He was no fool; but his mind was far away.