I have been too much bent on doing good to Milby after my own plan--too reliant on my own wisdom.' Mr.Tryan paused.

He was struggling against inward irritation.
'The delegates are come back, then ?' 'Has Mr.Prendergast given way ?' 'Has Dempster succeeded ?'--were the eager questions of three ladies at once.
'Yes; the town is in an uproar.

As we were sitting in Mr.Landor's drawing-room we heard a loud cheering, and presently Mr.Thrupp, the clerk at the bank, who had been waiting at the Red Lion to hear the result, came to let us know.

He said Dempster had been making a speech to the mob out the window.

They were distributing drink to the people, and hoisting placards in great letters,--"Down with the Tryanites!" "Down with cant!" They had a hideous caricature of me being tripped-up and pitched head-foremost out of the pulpit.