"This kind of thing won't do long, you know," repeated Mr. Bott for the second or third time, as he stood upon the rug before the fire at his club, with one or two of his young friends around him.
"I suppose not," said Calder Jones, the hunting Member of Parliament whom we once met at Roebury. "Planty Pall won't stand it, I should say."
"What can he do?" asked another, an unfledged Member who was not as yet quite settled as to the leadership under which he intended to work.

"This kind of thing won't do long, you know," repeated Mr. Bott, as he stood before the fire at his club, with one or two of his young friends around him.
"I suppose not," said Calder Jones, the hunting Member of Parliament whom we met at Roebury. "Planty Pall won't stand it, I should say."
"What can he do?" asked another, an unfledged Member who was not quite sure whom he should follow.
