As the chronicles have also dealt with him, no further records of his past life shall now be given.
He had said something about the Queen, expressing gracious wishes for the comfort of her Majesty in all these matters, something of the inconvenience of these political journeys to and fro, something also of the delicacy and difficulty of the operations on hand which were enhanced by the necessity of bringing men together as cordial allies who had hitherto acted with bitter animosity one to another, before the younger Duke said a word.

"We may as well," said the elder, "make out some small provisional list, and you can ask those you name to be with you early to-morrow.

But perhaps you have already made a list." "No indeed.

I have not even had a pencil in my hand." "We may as well begin then," said the elder, facing the table when he saw that his less-experienced companion made no attempt at beginning.
"There is something horrible to me in the idea of writing down men's names for such a work as this, just as boys at school used to draw out the elevens for a cricket match." The old stager turned round and stared at the younger politician.

"The thing itself is so momentous that one ought to have aid from heaven." Plantagenet Palliser was the last man from whom the Duke of St.
Bungay would have expected romance at any time, and, least of all, at such a time as this.