His people?
It was a pity.

Poor old people--they would fret and worry.

He had been selfish, had not thought of them?
Well, who could foresee this outrage of journalism?
The luck had been dead against him.

Did he not know plenty of men in London--he was going to say the Commons, but he was fairer to the Commons than it, as a body, would be to him--who did much worse?
These had escaped: the hunters had been after him.

What would he do?
Take the whip?
He got to his feet with an oath.