To such a prosaic view of the highest spiritual vocation, the unhappy Tories listened with ill-concealed vexation, and Gorst once more increased that distrust of his sincerity in Toryism which perhaps accounts for the small progress he has made in the ranks of his party.
[Sidenote: Randolph again.] Throughout the night the debate languished, though there was an excellent speech from Mr.Stuart Rendel on behalf of the Welsh party.
This was practically the only speech from that side; for perceiving that the game of the Tories was to talk against time, the Welshmen wisely declined to aid them, and sate dumb, unless when they snorted defiance at some absurd claim or fanciful exaggeration on the other side.

At ten minutes past ten, however, quite a different complexion was given to the whole debate by the rise of Lord Randolph Churchill.

He had not yet recovered his old mastery of himself or the House; but his appearance was very different from what it was a few nights earlier.

There was no longer that constant trembling of the hands which made it almost painful to look at him; the voice did not shake painfully, and there was a certain recurrence of that old self-confidence.

But still he was far from what he used to be.