But it seemed to him that the congratulations of his friends were not hearty.

He spoke to some men, of whom he thought that he knew they would have given their eyes to be in Parliament;--and yet they spoke of his success as being a very ordinary thing.

"Well, my boy, I hope you like it," said one middle-aged gentleman whom he had known ever since he came up to London.

"The difference is between working for nothing and working for money.

You'll have to work for nothing now." "That's about it, I suppose," said Phineas.
"They say the House is a comfortable club," said the middle-aged friend, "but I confess that I shouldn't like being rung away from my dinner myself." At two punctually Phineas was in the lobby at Westminster, and then he found himself taken into the House with a crowd of other men.