"Oh! ah! did hear of a fellow," responded Julius, with equal _insouciance_, "but the idea of any other man carrying off the prize, perfectly ridiculous!" "Oh! absolutely ludicrous, 'pon my soul! Ha! ha! ha!" "It is astonishing the confounded vanity of some people!" "And their preposterous obtuseness! why, a man with half an eye might see the folly of such presumption." "To be sure, stupid dolt!" "Impudent puppy!" "Conceited fool!" "The fellow must be out of his senses!" "Yes, a horsewhipping perhaps might bring him to!" "Ay, or a good kicking might be salutary!" The unanimity of the rival candidates produced, as might be supposed from their ignorance of the pretensions of each other, a feeling of mutual satisfaction and friendship, which, after a volley of anathemas had been fired by each gentleman against his rival, in absolute unconsciousness of his presence, ultimately displayed itself by each of them rising from his chair, and shaking the other most energetically by the hand. "Really, my dear sir," exclaimed Augustus in an inordinate fit of enthusiasm, at the supposed sympathy of his companion, "I never met with a gentleman so peculiarly to my fancy as yourself." "The feeling is perfectly reciprocal, believe me, my dear sir," returned Julius, equally delighted with the imagined friendship of Mr. P. "I trust that our acquaintance will not end here." "I shall be most proud to cultivate it, I can assure you." "Will you allow me to present you with a card?" "I shall be too happy to exchange it for one of my own!" and so saying, the parties searched for their cases--Mr. P., in the mean time, protesting his gratification "to meet with a gentleman whose opinions so thoroughly coincided with his own,"--and Mr. C. as emphatically declaring "that he should ever consider this the most fortunate occurrence of his life." "Believe me, I shall be most happy to see you at any time," observed Mr. Augustus Peacock, smiling as he placed the small oblong of cardboard which bore his name and address in the hand of his companion. "I shall feel too proud if you will honour me with a call at your earliest convenience," said Mr. Julius Candy bowing, while he presented to his fancied friend the little pasteboard parallelogram inscribed with his title and residence. The eyes of the two gentlemen, however, were no sooner directed to the cards, which had been placed in their hands, than the smiles which had previously gladdened their countenances were instantaneously changed into expressions of the most indignant scorn and surprise. "Peacock!" shouted Candy. "Candy!" vociferated Peacock. "Sir!" exclaimed the furious Mr. P., "had I known that Candy was the name of the man, sir, whom I was addressing, sir, my conduct you would have found, sir, of a very different character!"