This was a noble resolution, and might have been pleasant to him,--had he not remembered that smile of derision which had come over his friend Erle's face when he declared his intention of doing his duty to his country as a Liberal, and not of supporting a party.
O'B---- and O'C---- and O'D---- were keen enough to support their party, only they were sometimes a little astray at knowing which was their party for the nonce.

He knew that Erle and such men would despise him if he did not fall into the regular groove,--and if the Barrington Erles despised him, what would then be left for him?
His moody thoughts were somewhat dissipated when he found one Laurence Fitzgibbon,--the Honourable Laurence Fitzgibbon,--a special friend of his own, and a very clever fellow, on board the boat as it steamed out of Kingston harbour.

Laurence Fitzgibbon had also just been over about his election, and had been returned as a matter of course for his father's county.

Laurence Fitzgibbon had sat in the House for the last fifteen years, and was yet well-nigh as young a man as any in it.

And he was a man altogether different from the O'B----s, O'C----s, and O'D----s.