The fat nose reddened and glistened as if it would burst with triumph and joy.

General Arcularius Belch was satisfied.
"Of course," said William Condor, "a man of Mr.Lawrence Newt's experience and knowledge of the world is aware that there are certain necessary expenses attendant upon elections--such as printing, rent, lighting, warming, posting, etc.--" "In fact, sundries," said Abel, smiling with the black eyes.
"Yes, precisely; sundries," answered Mr.Condor, "which sometimes swell to quite an inordinate figure.

Your uncle, I presume, Mr.Newt, would not be unwilling to contribute a certain share of the expense of your election; and indeed, now that you are so conspicuous a leader, he would probably expect to contribute handsomely to the current expenses of the Party.

Isn't it so ?" "Of course," said General Belch.
"Of course," said Enos Slugby.
"Of course," echoed the two or three other gentlemen who sat silently, assiduously smoking and drinking.
"Oh, clearly, of course," answered Abel, still thickly, and in a tone by no means agreeable to his companions.

"What should you consider to be his fair share ?" "Well," began Condor, "I should think, in ordinary times, a thousand a year; and then, as particular occasion demands." At this distinct little speech the whole company lifted their glasses that they might more conveniently watch Abel.
With a half-maudlin grin he looked along the line.
"By-the-by, Condor, how much do you give a year ?" asked he.
There was a moment's silence.
"Hit, by G----!" energetically said one of the silent men.
"Good for Newt!" cried General Belch, thumping the table.
There was another little burst of laughter, with the least possible merriment in it.