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Turnstile’s parlour, 11½ a.m. Breakfast on the table; pamphlets and newspapers. In the corners of the room, books and philosophical instruments, dusty and thrown together; heaps of Parliamentary Reports lying above them. Turnstile alone, musing, and looking over some journals.

Turnstile

This headache! Impossible to sleep when one goes to bed by daylight. Experiments by Arago! Ah! a paper by Cauchy, on my own subject. But here is this cursed committee in Smithfield to be attended; and it is already past eleven. Rising.

Knock at the hall door.

Enter Servant.

Servant

Mr. Tripes, sir.

Turnstile

Show him in. He comes, no doubt, to say that my election is arranged. A good, fatheaded, honest fellow. Enter Tripes. Well Mr. Tripes, I’m glad to see you. Pray take a chair.

Tripes

We hoped to have seen you at the meeting yesterday, sir. Capital speech from Mr. Smooth. You know, of course, that Mr. Highway is a candidate; and Mr. MacLeech is talked of;⁠—very sorry, indeed, you weren’t there.

Turnstile

A transit of Venus, Mr. Tripes, is a thing that does not happen every day. Besides, my friend, Stellini from Palermo, is here; and I had promised to go with him to Greenwich.

Tripes

Almost a pity, sir, to call off your attention from such objects. But in the City we are men of business, you know⁠—plain, everyday people.

Turnstile

It was unlucky; but I could not help it. The committee, I hope, is by this time at work?

Tripes

It was just that, I called about. I wished to tell you myself how very sorry I am that I cannot be your chairman. But⁠—my large family⁠—press of business⁠—in short⁠—you must excuse me;⁠—and, if I should be upon Mr. Smooth’s committee, I don’t well see how I can attend to both.

Turnstile

Smooth!⁠—but he and I go together, you know⁠—at least, I understood it so.

Tripes

I’m glad to hear it; I feared there might be some mistake. And, if Mr. MacLeech comes forward⁠—being a fellow-townsman of Mr. Smooth, and a good deal in the Glasgow interest;⁠—a commercial man too, Mr. Turnstile;⁠—a practical man⁠—Mr. Turnstile;⁠—I am not quite sure that you can count upon Mr. Smooth’s assistance;⁠—and Government, you know, is strong.

Turnstile

Assistance, Mr. Tripes⁠—from Smooth!⁠—why I came in on my own ground;⁠—on the Independent interest.⁠—Assistance from Smooth!⁠—Besides⁠—Smooth knows very well that our second votes secured him.

Tripes

Very true, sir; but these Independent people are hard to deal with; and Mr. Highway, I assure you, hit very hard in his speech at the meeting yesterday. He talked of amateur politicians⁠—attention to the business of the people⁠—dinners with the opposite party. In short, I fear, they will say⁠—like the others⁠—that what they want is something of “a practical man” Mr. Turnstile.⁠—I’m sorry that I must be going.⁠—Sir, your servant.

Turnstile

Rising and ringing. Enter servant. Open the door for Mr. Tripes. Exit Tripes. D⁠⸺⁠d, double-faced, selfish blockhead!