of friends, no scorn in the City, no solitude in the West End.  He would go down among the electors to-morrow and would stand his ground, as though all with him were right.  Men should know at any rate that he had a heart within his bosom.  And he confessed also to himself that he had sinned in that matter of arrogance.  He could see it now,—­as so many of us do see the faults which we have committed, which we strive, but in vain, to discontinue, and which we never confess except to our own bosoms.  The task which he had imposed on himself, and to which circumstances had added weight, had been very hard to bear.  He should have been good-humoured to these great ones whose society he had gained.  He should have bound these people...