We mustn't let it out of control again, and--we mustn't let it rest." He certainly did not mean to do that.

He was at Bensington's now almost every day.

Bensington, glancing from the window, would see the faultless equipage come spanking up Sloane Street and after an incredibly brief interval Winkles would enter the room with a light, strong motion, and pervade it, and protrude some newspaper and supply information and make remarks.
"Well," he would say, rubbing his hands, "how are we getting on ?" and so pass to the current discussion about it.
"Do you see," he would say, for example, "that Caterham has been talking about our stuff at the Church Association ?" "Dear me!" said Bensington, "that's a cousin of the Prime Minister, isn't it ?" "Yes," said Winkles, "a very able young man--very able.

Quite wrong-headed; you know, violently reactionary--but thoroughly able.

And he's evidently disposed to make capital out of this stuff of ours.