THE MASTER— MONTH, OCTOBER 13 



adulterated flattery — all Wool's own too, and the 

 odds are that thinking he has not committed himself, 

 he will retract the qualifying order about the vixens, 

 and show himself at the next cattle-show as a perfect 

 specimen of what an English gentleman ought to be. 

 More people are flattered into virtue than bullied out 

 of vice. 



Toast drinking is almost exploded, but if ever it is 

 tolerated it will surely be allowed to wash down such 

 a pat of butter as Cottonwool has received. The 

 way to accomplish this, of course is, for Wool to 

 propose the Master's health — long life to him — with 

 such other novelties as a podgey old gentleman, 

 unaccustomed to public speaking, can accomplish; 

 and the Master (who we premised must have a touch 

 of Cicero), may just turn the remains of the dripping- 

 pan of flattery over Wool's head and shoulders any 

 way he likes. A glutton in flattery looks more to 

 quantity than quality. 



With that performance we will let the chapter's 

 curtain drop. 



