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Carmichael must know this as well as any other sensible man.
"Why, sir," and now the General was on his feet, "I was told on good authority at the club last week by a newspaper man--a monstrously clever man--that Mr.Brimstone, when he is going down to the House of Commons to disestablish the Church, or the army, or something, will call in at a shop and order two hundred silk hats to be sent to his house.

What do you call that, sir ?" "I should call it a deliberate--" [Illustration: "I should call it a deliberate--"] "_Jeu d'esprit_.

Of course it is, dad," and Kate threw an appealing glance to Carmichael, who had sprung to his feet and was standing stiffly behind his chair, for he was a fierce Radical.
"Perhaps it was, lassie--those war correspondents used to be sad rascals--and, at any rate, politics are bad taste.