Of course, you aid him in the Kingswell election to-morrow ?" "I can scarcely call it an election," returned John.

He had been commenting on it to us that morning rather severely.

An election! it was merely a talk in the King's Head parlour, a nomination, and show of hands by some dozen poor labourers, tenants of Mr.Brithwood and Lord Luxmore, who got a few pounds a-piece for their services--and the thing was done.
"Who is the nominee, Lady Caroline ?" "A young gentleman of small fortune, but excellent parts, who returned with us from Naples." The lady's manner being rather more formal than she generally used, John looked up quickly.
"The election being to-morrow, of course his name is no secret ?" "Oh, no! Vermilye.

Mr.Gerard Vermilye.

Do you know him ?" "I have heard of him." As he spoke--either intentionally or no--John looked full at Lady Caroline.