It was past midnight, and the gentlemen rose.

They came to Abel and shook his hand; then they swarmed into the hall and put on their hats and coats.
"Stay, Newt," whispered Belch, and Abel lingered.
The Honorable B.J.Ele also lingered, as if he would like to be the last out of the house; for although this distinguished statesman did not care to do otherwise than as General Belch commanded, he was anxious to be the General's chief butler, while the remark about riding on his companions' shoulders and the personal impression Abel had made upon him, had seriously alarmed him.
While he was busily looking at the portrait of General Jackson, General Belch stepped up to him and put out his hand.
"Good-night, my dear Ele! Thank you! thank you! These things will not be forgotten.

Good-night! good-night!" And he backed the Honorable B.Jawley Ele out of the room into the hall.
"This is your coat, I think," said he, taking up a garment and helping Mr.Ele to get it on.

"Ah, you luxurious dog! you're a pretty friend of the people, with such a splendid coat as this.

Good-night! good-night!" he added, helping his guest toward the door.
"Hallo, Condor!" he shouted up the street.