Two men met it, and the name of one was Wellington.

Look it up in your encyclopaedia." But the faction of Potts, it should be noted, saw no reason to be impressed by a vaunting so vague.

It had not tempered its hopefulness.
Its idol was jubilant, careless as a schoolboy, babbling but sober.

The _Banner_ still challenged the world with its page-wide line: "Potts Forever! Potts the Coming Man!" Certain hopeful souls among the opposition had taken counsel how they might cause Potts to fall by means of strong drink.

They had observed that the mill-race was still significantly uncovered.