‘It is not a Cabinet for a good cry,’ said Tadpole; ‘but then, on the other hand, it is a Cabinet that will sow dissension in the opposite ranks, and prevent them having a good cry.’ ‘Ancient institutions and modern improvements, I suppose, Mr. Tadpole?’ ‘Ameliorations is the better word, ameliorations. Nobody knows exactly what it means.’ ‘We go strong on the Church?’ said Mr. Taper. ‘And no repeal of the Malt Tax; you were right, Taper. It can’t be listened to for a moment.’ ‘Something might be done with prerogative,’ said Mr. Taper; ‘the King’s constitutional choice.’ ‘Not too much,’ replied Mr. Tadpole. ‘It is a raw time yet for prerogative.’ ‘Ah! Tadpole,’ said Mr. Taper, getting a little maudlin; ‘I often think, if the time should ever come, when you and I should be joint Secretaries of the Treasury!’ ‘We shall see, we shall see. All we have to do is to get into Parliament, work well together, and keep other men down.’ ‘We will do our best,’ said Taper. ‘A dissolution you hold inevitable?’ ‘How are you and I to get into Parliament if there be not one? We must make it inevitable. I tell you what, Taper, the lists must prove a dissolution inevitable. You understand me? If the present Parliament goes on, where shall we be? We shall have new men cropping up every session.’ ‘True, terribly true,’ said Mr. Taper. ‘That we should ever live to see a Tory government again! We have reason to be very thankful.’ ‘Hush!’ said Mr. Tadpole. ‘The time has gone by for Tory governments; what the country requires is a sound Conservative government.’ ‘A sound Conservative government,’ said Taper, musingly. ‘I understand: Tory men and Whig measures.’ CHAPTER VII.