Staunch for C------, after a sharp but decisive contest. The
ministerial journals rang with exulting paeans; the opposition ones
called the electors of C------ all manner of hard names, and declared
that Mr. Stout, Lord Staunch's opponent, would petition--which he never
did. In the midst of the hubbub, Mr. Lumley Ferrers quietly and
unobservedly crept into the representation of Three-Oaks.

On the night of his election he went to Lord Saxingham's; but what there
happened deserves another chapter.



CHAPTER IV.

"Je connois des princes du sang, des princes etrangers, des
grands seigneurs, des ministres d'etat, des magistrats, et
des philosophes qui fileroient pour l'amour de vous. En
pouvez-vous demander davantage?"*
/Lettres de Madame de Sevigne/

* I know princes of the blood, foreign princes, great lords, ministers
of state, magistrates, and philosophers who would even spin for love of
you. What can you ask more?

"/Lindore./ I--I believe it will choke me. I'm in love * * * Now
hold your tongue. Hold your tongue, I say.

"/Dalner./ You in love! Ha! ha!

"/Lind./ There, he laughs.