Leaving Kitty in a hotel, he crossed the river, and ascertained that the vessel on which he had taken two berths under a false name was full and ready, and would sail upon her day.

He showed himself in Wall Street, carefully dressed, carefully sober--evidently mindful, people said, of his new position; and they thought his coming home showed that he was on good terms with his family, and that he was really resolved to behave himself.
For a day or two he appeared in the business streets and offices, and talked gravely of public measures.

General Belch was confounded by the cool sobriety, and superiority, and ceremony of the Honorable Mr.Newt.
When he made a joke, Abel laughed with such patronizing politeness that the General was frightened, and tried no more.

When he treated Abel familiarly, and told him what a jolly lift his speech had given to their common cause--the Grant--the Honorable Mr.Newt replied, with a cold bow, that he was glad if he had done his duty and satisfied his constituents; bowing so coldly that the General was confounded.

He spat into his fire, and said, "The Devil!" When Abel had gone, General Belch was profoundly conscious that King Log was better than King Stork, and thought regretfully of the Honorable Watkins Bodley.
After a day or two the Honorable Mr.Newt went to his Uncle Lawrence's office.