In another moment a messenger was called; the story went on the wire, and the candidacy of Senator Hanway was formally declared.
Senator Hanway, as the dinner neared its close, proposed the health of Mr.Gwynn.In response, that remarkable man filled a goblet to the brim, arose, and bowed with gravity and condescension to Senator Hanway.
Everybody stood up, and Mr.Gwynn's health was drunk with proper solemnity.
The highbred conduct of Mr.Gwynn from the beginning had been worthy of him as an old-school English gentleman.

He said nothing; but he took wine with a decorous persistency that was almost pious and seemed like a religious rite.

It should be observed that while he drank twice as much as did any other gentleman, not excepting Mr.Harley himself, it in no whit altered the stony propriety of his visage.

There came no color to his cheek; nor did the piscatorial eye blaze up, but abode as pikelike as before.

Also, with every bumper Mr.Gwynn became more rigid, and more rigid still, as though instead of wine he quaffed libations of starch.
Of those who experienced Mr.Gwynn's kingly hospitality that night there departed none who failed to carry with him a multiplied respect for his host--a respect which with the President and General Attorney of the Anaconda fair mounted to veneration.