Boung.

"But I haven't stuck to the Palliser politics. Just at present I
think that order and all that sort of thing should be maintained."

"Hear, hear!" said the landlord.

"And now, as I have expressed my views generally, I am willing to go
anywhere."

"Then we'll go to Mr. Walker first," said Sprugeon. Now it was
understood that in the borough, among those who really had opinions
of their own, Mr. Walker the old attorney stood first as a Liberal,
and Dr. Tempest the old rector first as a Conservative.

"I am glad to see your Lordship in the town which gives you
its name," said Mr. Walker, who was a hale old gentleman with
silvery-white hair, over seventy years of age. "I proposed your
father for this borough on, I think, six or seven different
occasions. They used to go in and out then whenever they changed
their offices."

"We hope you'll propose Lord Silverbridge now," said Mr. Sprugeon.

"Oh; well;--yes. He's his father's son, and I never knew anything but
good of the family. I wish you were going to sit on the same side, my
Lord."

"Times are changed a little, perhaps," said his Lordship.

"The matter is not to be discussed now," said the old attorney. "I
understand that. Only I hope you'll excuse me if I say that a man
ought to get up very early in the morning if he means to see further
into politics than your father."

"Very early indeed," said Mr. Du Boung, shaking his head.

"That's all right," said Lord Silverbridge.

"I'll propose you, my Lord. I need not wish you success, because
there is no one to stand against you."

Then they went to Dr. Tempest, who was also an old man. "Yes,
my Lord, I shall be proud to second you," said the rector. "I
didn't think that I should ever do that to one of your name in
Silverbridge."

"I hope you think I've made a change for the better," said the
candidate.

"You've come over to my school of course, and I suppose I am bound
to think that a change for the better. Nevertheless I have a kind of
idea that certain people ought to be Tories and that other certain
people ought to be Whigs. What does your father say about it?"

"My father wishes me to be in the House, and that he has not
quarrelled with me you may know by the fact that had there been a
contest he would have paid my expenses."

"A father generally has to do that whether he approves of what his
son is about or not," said the caustic old gentleman.

There was nothing else to be done. They a