"It's bad enough to be a Radical without trying to deceive us." "I'm not trying to deceive you, really I'm not," protested Bosher.
"I'll be anything you like.

I hate the Radicals.

Oh, I say, don't be cads, you fellows.

Let me be a Whig, do!" "No," cried the virtuous Parson.

"We'll have no Radical cads on our side." "But I'm not a Radical cad," cried Bosher; "at least not a Radical." At that moment King made a sudden grab at a small black book which lay on the mantelpiece.
"Oh, you fellows," cried he, "here's a lark.