a perfect rival in person to the candidate; Mr. Granard, a noble-looking man, very like papa; and the Count a perfect picture—a Titian stepped out of his frame. If mamma is right 'that person and manner carry the day with the mob,' I am certain we shall do."
"But they are all new to their work—all sadly too modest," said the candidate's wife, anxiously.
"So were you and I new, Isabella, and certainly modest as women ought to be, yet we have done our full share. Have no fear for the men, my dear."
But she was very full of fears, and remained so till green ribbons were loudly vociferated for below, and, looking out, she saw Tommy's father and a considerable body of his neighbours, for whom they were demanded; as also "seven for poor James White and his relations, whom they had carried in a great chair to the hustings." (The sick man to whom she had sent relief.)
This party despatched, others succeeded: it appeared very plain that great numbers had indeed not made up their minds till the day arrived, leaving themselves free to choose, or to bargain, to the last. This was decidedly the case with the
