He has nothing to say, and he cannot say it.

There are men in the House of Commons who have plenty of thoughts, and who have plenty of words besides, and could branch out on any subject whatever into a dissertation which would command the interest even of political foes.

But Jimmy is not of this class.

He is capable, on the contrary, of bringing down the loftiest subject that ever moved human breasts to something stumbling, commonplace and prosaic.

When he gets up, then, his speech consists rather of a series of gulps than of articulate or intelligible statements.