Liberals and
Irish Members crowd round him as he sits below Gallery waiting signal
to advance.
"Then DUNCAN is _not_ in his grave?" said MACBETH--I mean MACLURE.
Evidently not. Here in the flesh and high spirits. Everybody dropping
into poetry all round. WADDY, who was down at Barrow, gives lengthy
account of the contest, "And," he says--
"to conclude,
The victory fell on us."
_Duncan_. "Great happiness!
No more the CAINE of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death."
(Turning to PULESTON, who always comes to shake hands with New Member.)
"Dismayed not this
Your Captains, MACSMITH and BALFOUR?"
PULESTON admitted that they were a little hipped; rather thought "that
most disloyal traitor, the CAINE of Cawdor," having "began the dismal
conflict," would get the worst of it; but didn't expect that Liberal
would be returned. "But it's of no consequence," added Sir TOOTS; "you
must come and dine with me."
[Illustration: The Caine of Cawdor.]
DUNCAN rather broke down as he advanced to table amid thunderous
cheers from Opposition.
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