"
"Well, the vision shall still hover before you," said his
mother; "and you shall find this portrait to-morrow over your
chimney in the Albany."
Book 4 Chapter 3
"Strangers must withdraw."
"Division: clear the gallery. Withdraw."
"Nonsense; no; it's quite ridiculous; quite absurd. Some
fellow must get up. Send to the Carlton; send to the Reform;"
send to Brookes's. Are your men ready? No; are your's? I am
sure I can't say. What does it mean? Most absurd! Are there
many fellows in the library? The smoking-room is quite full.
All our men are paired till half-past eleven. It wants five
minutes to the halfhour. What do you think of Trenchard's
speech? I don't care for ourselves; I am sorry for him. Well
that is very charitable. Withdraw, withdraw; you must
withdraw."
"Where are you going, Fitztheron?" said a Conservative
whipling.
"I must go; I am paired till half-past eleven, and it wants
some minutes, and my man is not here."
"Confound it!"
"How will it go?"
"Gad, I don't know."
"Fishy eh?"
"Deuced!" said the under-whip in an under-tone, pale and
speaking behind his teeth.
The division bell was still ringing; peers and diplomatists
and strangers were turned out; members came rushing in from
library and smoking-room; some desperate cabs just arrived in
time to land their passengers in the waiting-room.
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