by having to answer questions, to submit to familiarities, to shake hands which to say truth he did not care for grasping at all. His habits were aristocratic; his education had been military; the kindest and simplest soul alive, he yet disliked all familiarity, and expected from common people the sort of deference which he had received from his men in the regiment. The contest saddened and mortified him: he felt that he was using wrong means to obtain an end that perhaps was not right (for so his secret conscience must have told him); he was derogating from his own honour in tampering with political opinions, submitting to familiarities, condescending to stand by whilst his agents solicited vulgar suffrages or uttered clap-traps about retrenchment and reform. »I felt I was wrong,« he said to me in after days, »though I was too proud to own my error in those times, and you and your good wife and my boy were right in protesting against that mad election.« Indeed, though we little knew what events were speedily to happen, Laura and I felt very little satisfaction when the result of the Newcome election was made known to us, and we found Sir Barnes Newcome third and Col. Thomas Newcome second upon the poll. Ethel was absent with her children at Brighton. She was glad, she wrote, not to have been at home during the election. Mr. and Mrs. C. were at Brighton too. Ethel had seen Mrs. C. and her child once or twice. It was a very fine child. »My brother came down to us,« she wrote, »after all was over. He is furious against M. de Montcontour, who, he says, persuaded the Whigs to vote against him, and turned the election.«   Chapter LXX Chiltern Hundreds. We shall say no more regarding Thomas Newcome's political doings, his speeches against Barnes, and the Baronet's replies. The nephew was beaten by his stout old uncle. In due time the Gazette announced that Thomas Newcome, Esq., was returned as one of the Members of Parliament for the borough of Newcome; and, after triumphant dinners, speeches, and rejoicings, the member came back to his family in London, and to his affairs in that city. The good Colonel appeared to be by no means elated by his victory. He would not allow that he was wrong in engaging in that family war, of which we have just seen the issue; though it may be that his secret remorse on this account in part occasioned his disquiet.