By some expedient or another, success must be certain, or he could have nothing to do with it.
The parliamentary agent was well accustomed to deal with all kinds and shades of scruples.

He was most at home with men who had none; but still he could allow for human weakness; and he perfectly understood Mr Bradshaw.
"I have a notion I know of a man who will just suit your purpose.
Plenty of money--does not know what to do with it, in fact--tired of yachting, travelling; wants something new.

I heard, through some of the means of intelligence I employ, that not very long ago he was wishing for a seat in Parliament." "A Liberal ?" said Mr Bradshaw.
"Decidedly.

Belongs to a family who were in the Long Parliament in their day." Mr Bradshaw rubbed his hands.
"Dissenter ?" asked he.
"No, no! Not so far as that.

But very lax Church." "What is his name ?" asked Mr Bradshaw, eagerly.
"Excuse me.