"Well, well, get along, goody; I'll spare you to the damsel, who is piping her eye in the library."
"If it were not such a confounded long way into Yorkshire, especially the northern part of the West Riding," said Mr. Palmer, seating himself before the fire, and soliloquizing, "I would certainly follow this electioneering party; for, whatever the candidate may be, and whatever the people he represents may be, unquestionably he musters some of the oddest fish, in the shape of friends, a similar occasion ever invested a man with; they are, in the first place, all 'too honest by half,' of the thorough Cincinnatus breed; and I greatly fear the Yorkists won't bite at gudgeons, for every body knows them to be a deep race."
The result of his cogitations was a determination to set out that very evening in the mail; and this resolution he announced to the ladies in the library.
"It will be quite too much for you, Mr. Palmer; you have been keeping company with boys, till you think you can do as they do. A mail coach is fatigue enough of itself, without carrying a man into the middle of more."
"But I mean to rest a whole day at my cousin Palmer's, at Nayworth Hall; and you know what
