“. . . I met Lord Lansdowne in Oxford Street for the first time since his fall. His appearance alone was a sufficient disqualification of him for managing the affairs of the country in its present difficulties. His person was carefully protected by an umbrella, he being the only person in the street who had one up, and there not having been a single drop of rain the whole day. I congratulated him upon having no explanations to make in these explaining times, and I told him his first step had been the fatal one for him—that of submitting to the wretch Goodrich as his leader in the Lords.”
