Well, he sees it at night, and then in the morning the papers undo all my work.

He begins to talk about his seat--which _I_ got for him.

I've been the 'voice of the county' for years now.

Well, it'll soon be a voice without a county....

What is it?
'The old order changeth.' So, I've arranged it that I shall wait until the trembling big-wigs have stuttered their speeches out, and then I'm going to sail down the centre aisle and listen to Churchill with visible signs of approval.