"Never, I think;--that is, by the editor of such a paper as the 'Pulpit.' How is a man who sits in parliament himself ever to pretend to discuss the doings of parliament with impartiality? But Alf believes that he can do more than anybody else ever did, and he'll come to the ground. Where's Felix now?"
"Do not ask me," said the poor mother.
"Is he doing anything?"
"He lies in bed all day, and is out all night."
"But that wants money." She only shook her head. "You do not give him any?"

A man who sits in parliament cannot pretend to discuss the doings of parliament with impartiality. Where is Felix now?"
"Do not ask me," said the poor mother. "He lies in bed all day, and is out all night."
"You do not give him any money?"
