Senator Hanway, with instincts safer and more upon the order of the mole's, forbade such campaigns of noise.
"You must keep silent, John," said he, "and never let men know what we are about.

You are inclined, apparently, to regard a Speakership as you might a swarm of bees; you think one has only to beat a tin pan long enough or blow a tin horn loud enough in order to hive it according to one's wish.

The Speakership, however, so far from being a swarm of bees is more like a flock of blackbirds, and the system to which you incline would prove the readiest means of frightening away our every chance.

In short, you must work by my orders and meet no one, say nothing, except as I direct." Then Senator Hanway sent Mr.Harley, much modified of his vigor, with a secret invitation to Mr.Frost; when that personage was brought to the privacy of the Harley house, he laid open to his ambition those gavel prospects which he, Senator Hanway, had already constructed in his thoughts.
There was no conflict of argument with Mr.Frost; he rose to the suggestion like a bass to a fly.

Knowing himself to be of a genius too openly bluff and frank, and no one to conquer those elements which his campaign would require, he put himself in the hollow of Senator Hanway's hand to be controlled by him with shut eyes.