Phineas Finn by Anthony Trollope — Read

On the very morning after his failure in the House of Commons, when Phineas was reading in the Telegraph -- he took the Telegraph not from choice but for economy -- the words of that debate which he had heard and in which he should have taken a part, a most unwelcome visit was paid to him. It was near eleven, and the breakfast things were still on the table. He was at this time on a Committee of the House with reference to the use of potted peas in the army and navy, at which he had sat once -- at a preliminary meeting -- and in reference to which he had already resolved that as he had failed so frightfully in debate, he would certainly do his duty to the utmost in the more easy but infinitely more tedious work of the Committee Room. The Committee met at twelve, and he intended to walk down to the Reform Club, and then to the House. He had just completed his reading of the debate and of the leaders in the Telegraph on the subject.

He had told himself how little the writer of the article knew about Mr. Turnbull, how little about Mr. Monk, and how little about the people -- such being his own ideas as to the qualifications of the writer of that leading article -- and was about to start. But Mrs. Bunce arrested him by telling him that there was a man below who wanted to see him.