FATHER AND SON.

(_A POSSIBLE DIALOGUE AFTER A RECENT DECISION AT MARYLEBONE._)

_Father_. And now, my dear Son, I must ask you for your rent.

_Son_. But surely, Father, I am entitled to a room in your house?

_Father_. Out of my love and affection; but this is a matter of
business; and, if you desire to be a Voter, you must behave as such.

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_Son_. But I have had some difficulty in scraping up enough to pay
you.

_Father_. Surely, eighteen shillings a-week is a reasonable sum for an
apartment, however small, in Mayfair?

_Son_. I do not deny it; still it seems hard that I should be mulcted
to that extent some fifty times a-year.

_Father_. I cannot see the hardship, _nor_ the money!

_Son_. If you really want it, it is here.

[_Produces a pocket-book, from which he takes sufficient
change to satisfy the claim._