'There can't be a better
fellow than Frank Tregear, and I ask you all to give three cheers
for the new member.' Ten times three cheers were given, and the
Carbottleites outside the door who had come to report what was
going on at the Tregear meeting were quite of the opinion that
this eldest son of the former Prime Minister was a tower of
strength. 'I don't know anything about Mr Carbottle,' continued
Silverbridge, who was almost getting to like the sound of his own
voice. 'Perhaps he's a good fellow too.' 'No; no, no. A very bad
fellow indeed,' was heard from different parts of the room. 'I
don't know anything about him. I wasn't at school with Carbottle.'
This was taken as a stroke of the keenest wit, and was received
with infinite cheering. Silverbridge was in the pride of his
youth, and Carbottle was sixty at the least. Nothing could have
been funnier. 'He seems to be a stout old party, but I don't think
he's the man for Polpenno. I think you'll return Frank Tregear. I
was at school with him;--and I tell you that you can't find a
better fellow anywhere than Frank Tregear.
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