"
"I am glad to hear you say that, Quincy," said his father, somewhat
mollified, and he edged his arm-chair a little closer to his son,
despite the heavy clouds of smoke emitted from Quincy's cigar. "If you
get the regular nomination in our district it's tantamount to an
election. I need scarcely say that whatever influence I may possess will
be exerted in your favor."
"Thank you," said Quincy; "I mean to stump the district, anyway. If I
lose the regular nomination I shall take an independent one. I had
rather fight my way in than be pushed in."
His father smiled and patted him on the arm. Then they rose from their
chairs, Quincy observing that as he was going away early in the morning
he would immediately retire.
"That reminds me," said his father. "I have a favor to ask of you,
Quincy. It is this, Lord Algernon Hastings, heir to the earldom of
Sussex, and his sister, Lady Elfrida, are now in Boston, and bring
letters from the Lord High Chancellor, with whom I became acquainted
when I was in England, two years ago. I have invited them to visit us
here next week, and my wish is that you will spend as much of your time
at home as possible and assist me in entertaining them--I mean the son,
of course, particularly.
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