ough a comfortable, old established, and respectable inn, could boast
only of casements for its upper windows, and they are not convenient to
deliver speeches from. He was wont, therefore to take his seat on the
bow-window, and, that was not altogether convenient either, for it
was but narrow, and he hardly dared move an arm or a leg for fear of
pitching over on the upturned faces. Mr. Drake let himself down also, to
support him on one side, and the first day, the lawyer supported him on
the other. For the first day only; for that worthy, being not as high
as Sir Francis Levison's or Mr. Drake's shoulder, and about five times
their breadth, had those two been rolled into one, experienced a slight
difficulty in getting back again. It was accomplished at last, Sir
Francis pulling him up, and Mr. Drake hoisting him from behind, just as
a ladder was being brought out to the rescue amidst shouts of laughter.
The stout man wiped the perspiration from his face when he was landed in
safety, and recorded a mental vow never to descend from a window again.
After that the candidate and his friend shared the shelf between them.
The lawyer's name was Rubiny, ill-naturedly supposed to be a corruption
of Reuben.

They stood there one afternoon, Sir Francis' eloquence in full play, but
he was a shocking speaker, and the crowd, laughing, hissing, groaning
and applauding, blocking up the road. Sir Francis could not complain
of one thing--that he got no audience; for it was the pleasure of West
Lynne extensively to support him in that respect--a few to cheer,
a great many to jeer and hiss. Remarkably dense was the mob on this
afternoon, for Mr. Carlyle had just concluded his address from the
Buck's Head, and the crowd who had been listening to him came rushing up
to swell the ranks of the other crowd. They were elbowing, and pushing,
and treading on each other's heels, when an open barouche drove suddenly
up to scatter them. Its horses wore scarlet and purple rosettes; and one
lady, a very pretty one, sat inside of it--Mrs. Carlyle.

But the crowd could not be so easily scattered; it was too thick; the
carriage could advance but at a snail's pace, and now and then came to
a standstill also, till the confusion should be subsided; for where was
the use of wasting words? He did not bow to Barbara; he remembered the
result of his having done so to Miss Carlyle, and the little interlude
of the pond had washed most of his impudence out of him. H