house, then rose, and was about to leave the room. "I beg pardon, Mr Hazlewood—but I can't help wishing you joy of getting so easily over that infernal accident."—This was answered by a sort of inclination of the head as slight and stiff as could well be imagined. Yet it encouraged our man of law to proceed. "I can promise you, Mr Hazlewood, few people have taken the interest in that matter which I have done, both for the sake of the country, and on account of my particular respect for your family, which has so high a stake in it–indeed, so very high a stake, that, as Mr Featherhead is turning old now, and as there's a talk since his last stroke, of his taking the Chiltern Hundreds, it might be worth your while to look about you.—I speak as a friend, Mr Hazlewood, and as one who understands the roll; and if in going over it together"———
"I beg pardon, sir, but I have no views in which your assistance could be useful."
"O very well—perhaps you are right—
