General assent, and slow retreat. CHAPTER XV. The historian records the attachment to public business which distinguishes the British legislator.--Touching instance of the regret which ever in patriotic bosoms attends the neglect of a public duty. From the dusty height of a rumble-tumble affixed to Lady Selina Vipont’s barouche, and by the animated side of Sir Gregory Stollhead, Vance caught sight of Lionel and Sophy at a corner of the spacious green near the Palace. He sighed; he envied them. He thought of the boat, the water, the honeysuckle arbour at the little inn,--pleasures he had denied himself,--pleasures all in his own way. They seemed still more alluring by contrast with the prospect before him; formal dinner at the Star and Garter, with titled Prymmes, Slowes, and Frosts, a couple of guineas a head, including light wines, which he did not drink, and the expense of a chaise back by himself. But such are life and its social duties,--such, above all, ambition and a career. Who that would leave a name on his tombstone can say to his own heart, “Perish Stars and Garters: my existence shall pass from day to day in honeysuckle arbours!” Sir Gregory Stollhead interrupted Vance’s revery by an impassioned sneeze. “Dreadful smell of hay!” said the legislator, with watery eyes. “Are you subject to the hay fever? I am! A-tisha-tisha-tisha [sneezing]--country frightfully unwholesome at this time of year. And to think that I ought now to be in the House,--in my committee-room; no smell of hay there; most important committee.” VANCE (rousing himself).--“Ah--on what?” SIR GREGORY (regretfully).--“Sewers.” CHAPTER XVI. Signs of an impending revolution, which, like all revolutions, seems to come of a sudden, though its causes have long been at work; and to go off in a tantrum, though its effects must run on to the end of a history.