He vaguely hoped to give the impression that he was a gentleman belated upon his way home, and taking a simple glass for comfort.
"Why, Dick, don't yer know him ?" said one, in a low voice, to his neighbor.
"No, d---- him! and don't want to." "I do, though," replied the first man, still watching the new-comer curiously.
"Why, Jim, who in h---- is it ?" asked Dick.
"That air man's our representative.

That ain't nobody else but Abel Newt." "Well," muttered Jim, sullenly, as he surveyed the general appearance of Abel while he stood drinking a glass of brandy--"pure as imported"-- at the counter--"well, we've done lots for him: what's he going to do for us?
We've put that man up tremendious high; d'ye think he's going to kick away the ladder ?" He half grumbled to himself, half asked his neighbor Dick.

They were both a little drunk, and very surly.
"I dunno.

But he's vastly high and mighty--that I know; and, by -- --, I'll tell him so!" said Dick, energetically clasping his hands, bringing one of them down upon the bench on which he sat, and clenching every word with an oath.
"Hallo, Jim! let's make him give us somethin' to drink!" The two constituents approached the representative whose election they had so ardently supported.
"Well, Newt, how air ye ?" Abel Newt was confounded at being accosted in such a place at such an hour.

He raised his heavy eyes as he leaned unsteadily against the counter, and saw two beetle-browed, square-faced, disagreeable-looking men looking at him with half-drunken, sullen insolence.
"Hallo, Newt! how air ye ?" repeated Jim, as he confronted the representative.
Abel looked at him with shaking head, indignant and scornful.
"Who the devil are you ?" he asked, at length, blurring the words as he spoke, and endeavoring to express supreme contempt.
"We're the men that made yer!" retorted Dick, in a shrill, tipsy voice.
The liquor-seller, who was leaning upon his counter, was instantly alarmed.