It's dear, and nasty; that's what the borough is.

Only that I never tell tales, I could tell you a tale, Mr Vavasor, that'd make your hair stand on end; I could indeed." "Ah! the game is hardly worth the candle, I believe." "That depends on what way you choose to look at it.

A seat in Parliament is a great thing to a man who wants to make his way;--a very great thing;--specially when a man's young, like you, Mr Vavasor." "Young!" said George.

"Sometimes it seems to me as though I've been living for a hundred years.

But I won't trouble you with that, Mr Scruby, and I believe I needn't keep you any longer." With that, he got up and bowed the attorney out of the room, with just a little more ceremony than he had shown to the publican.
"Young!" said Vavasor to himself, when he was left alone.