As it was he was so handed over
from one political pundit to another, was so buttonholed by Sir
Timothy, so chaffed as to the address by Phineas Finn, and at last
so occupied with the whole matter that he was compelled to sit in
his place till he had heard Nidderdale make his speech. This the
young Scotch Lord did so well, and received so much praise for the
doing of it, and looked so well in his uniform, that Silverbridge
almost regretted the opportunity that he had lost. At seven the
sitting was over, the speeches, though full of interest, having
been shorter than usual. They had been full of interest, but
nobody understood in the least what was going to happen. 'I don't
know anything about the Prime Minister,' said Mr Lupton as he left
the House with our hero and another not very staunch supporter of
the Government, 'but I'll back Sir Timothy to be the Leader of the
House on the last day of the session, against all comers. I don't
think it much matters who is Prime Minister nowadays.'
At half-past seven Silverbridge was at the door at Brook Street.
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