At that I'm not prepared to say you are wrong.

One is justified in extreme concealments to avoid those animals the snobs." Mr.Gwynn, the picture of all that was imperial, sat at the table's head, with Senator Hanway on his right.

At the foot was Senator Gruff, who, if not the founder, might be called the architect of the feast, since, with the exception of Mr.Bayard, he had pricked off the list of guests.

Mr.Harley, sad and worn with thoughts of Storri, sat next to Senator Gruff, while Mr.Bayard and Richard occupied inconspicuous places midway of the board.
When in the procession of courses the dinner attained to birds, a famous editor of the Middle West, who had been consuming wine with diligence to the end that he be fluent, addressed the table's head.

He recited the public interests; then, paying a tribute to their party as the guardian of those interests, he wound up in words of fire with the declaration that Senator Hanway must be the next standard-bearer of that party.