Mr.Balfour's face was a study; but it was a study in the impassibility which politicians cultivate when they desire to conceal their hatred of a political friend.

It is on the same side of the House that the really violent and merciless animosities of the Parliamentary life prevail.

I should think that Sir John Gorst is the object of about as bitter a hatred among his own gang as any man in the House.
[Sidenote: Mr.George Wyndham.] In the happily-ended coercion days, letters constantly appeared in the newspapers, signed "George Wyndham." A certain flippancy and cynicism of tone, joined to a skilful though school-boyish delight in dialectics, suggested that though the name was George Wyndham, the writer was an eminent chief.

When at last Mr.George Wyndham made his appearance in the House and delivered himself of his maiden speech, Mr.
Campbell-Bannerman--one of the wittiest men in the House, though you would take him for a very serious Scotchman without a joke in him, at first sight--expressed his satisfaction to find that there was such a person as Mr.Wyndham, as he had been inclined to rank him with Mrs.
'Arris and other mythical personages of whom history speaks.

Mr.Wyndham is a tall, handsome, slight fellow--with an immense head of black hair, regular features, hatchet but well-shaped face, and a fine nose, Roman in size, Norman in aquilinity and haughtiness.