He supported himself with the sofa armrest and stood up. Although his legs were trembling heavily, he refused to sit down: "I tell you, you can yield. But I, John Lambton, the last radical in England, will never bow to the Whig Party! Never!"
Ellis wanted to step forward to support him, but he pushed him away: "They issue condemnation statements against me, fine, I accept it! They call me back from Canada, fine, I accept it too! But they want me to obediently shut up and quietly stay at home, recovering from illness until the storm passes, I tell you, that's a daydream!"
His voice reverberated in the living room, shaking the flames in the fireplace.
Eld hurriedly stood up to dissuade him: "Your Excellency, how is this different from Don Quixote? How many people are left in the Lower House for the radical party now? Twenty? Fifteen? What can you achieve alone?"
