something to the poor. Let me explain to you that a free-selector may
be, and very often is, a rich man. He whom I had in my mind is not a
poor man. though I won't swear but what he will be before a year is
over."

"I know who you mean, Mr. Harry; you mean the Medlicots. A very nice
gentleman is Mr. Medlicot, and a very nice old lady is Mrs. Medlicot.
And a deal of good they're going to do, by all accounts."

"Now, Mrs. Growler, that will do," said the wife.

The dinner consisted of a boiled leg of mutton, a large piece of
roast beef, potatoes, onions, and an immense pot of tea. No glasses
were even put upon the table. The two ladies had dressed for dinner,
and were bright and pretty as they would have been in a country house
at home; but Harry Heathcote had sat down just as he had entered the
room.

"I know you are tired to death," said his wife, "when I see you eat
your dinner like that."

"It isn't being tired, Mary; I'm not particularly tired. But I must
be off again in about an hour."

"Out again to-night?"

"Yes, indeed."

"On horseback?"