And now--" he whispered to his friends as the shouts began, "now lug him in again." The crowd cheered, the Honorable Mr.Newt was lugged in, the windows were closed, and General Belch and his friends withdrew.
"I tell you what it is," said he, as they passed up the street at a convenient distance behind the crowd, "Abel Newt is a man of very great talent, but he must take care.

By Jove! he must.

He must understand times and seasons.

One thing can not be too often repeated," said he, earnestly, "if a man expects to succeed in political life he must understand when not to be drunk." The merry company laughed, and went home with Mr.William Condor to crack a bottle of Champagne.
Mr.and Mrs.Bennet had stood at the street corner during the few minutes occupied by these events.

When they heard the shouts for Newt they had looked inquiringly at each other.