d not once refer to a note.

"Admirable," said GRANDOLPH, looking on with appreciative, though not
loving eyes. "If he had lived in the time of his father JACOB, it would
have been no use his brothers putting him in the pit; he would have
argued himself clean out before they were half a mile on their way back
to the family place in Canaan. Weak part of his position is that he is
trying to serve two Bills, BALFOUR'S and PARNELL'S. Can't recommend
BALFOUR'S scheme without belittling PARNELL'S; same thing other way
about. Reminds me, TOBY, of a passage in WORDSWORTH'S prose writings;
not so much read as his poetry; but daresay you remember it. There was a
Bishop WATSON who began his official career as a Liberal. He was
frightened into Conservatism, and WORDSWORTH, then a hot young youth,
goes for him as youth does sometimes gird at Respectability. 'Upon what
principle,' he asked the Bishop, 'is your conduct to be explained? In
some parts of England it is quaintly said when a drunken man is seen
reeling home, that he has business on both sides of the road. Observing
your Lordship's tortuous path, the spectators will be far from
insinuating that you have partaken of Mr. BOURKE'S intoxicating bowl.
They will content themselves, shaking their heads as you stagger along,
with saying that you have business on both sides of the road.' That's
what's the matter with CHAMBERLAIN. He's very smart, very clever, very
capable; but in politics, dear TOBY, no one ever succeeds who has
business on both sides of the road."

"What do _you_ think?" I asked CHRISTOPHER SYKES, who stood looking on
with familiar aspect of unutterable wisdom.

"I wasn't thinking of that at all," he answered, gloomily. "Haven't yet
got over what GEORGE LEWIS said in Court on Saturday. You've heard or
read about it, of course? Took opportunity of observing, that though I
was near sixty years of age, I was very innocent. I may be getting on
for sixty, but I'll tell you what, TOBY, I'm not nearly so innocent as I
look."

CHRISTOPHER really hurt with GEORGE LEWIS'S aspersion. Comforted him by
hinting that I knew some dreadful things about him.

"We remember your Crabs and Lobsters Bill," I said, soothingly. "There
was much more in that than met the eye. You're a crafty old CHRISTOPHER;
just the sort of man to take in a fellow like GEORGE LEWIS, who thinks
he knows everything."

CHRISTOPHER smiled a deep and wicked smile, and strode off in better
spirits. Always