As he is always falling behind in his
number, he is always being driven on by his philosopher, till he
comes to hate the poor creatures to whom he is forced to address
himself, with a most cordial hatred.
It is a nuisance to which no man should subject himself in any
weather. But when it rains there is superadded a squalor and an
ill humour to all the party which makes it almost impossible for
them not to quarrel before the day is over. To talk politics to
Mrs Bubbs under any circumstances is bad, but to do so with the
conviction that the moisture is penetrating from your greatcoat
through your shirt to your bones, and that while so employed you
are breathing the steam from those seven other wet men, at the
door, is abominable. To have to go through this is enough to take
away all the pride which a man might otherwise take from becoming
a member of Parliament. But to go through it and then not become a
member is base indeed! To go through it and to feel that you are
probably paying the rate of a hundred pounds a day for the
privilege is mot disheartening.
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