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—I was just telling them, Crofton, said Mr Henchy, that we got a good few votes to-day

-Who did you get? asked Mr Lyons.

—Well, I got Parkes for one, and I got Atkinson for two, and I got Ward of Dawson Street. Fine old chap he is, too—regular old toff,aar old Conservative! But isn’t your candidate a Nationalist ? said he. He’s a respectable man, said I. He’s in favour of whatever will benefit this country. He’s a big ratepayer,aas I said. He has extensive house property in the city and three places of business and isn’t it to his own advantage to keep down the rates? He’s a prominent and respected citizen, said I, and a Poor Law Guardian, and he doesn’t belong to any party, good, bad, or indifferent. That’s the way to talk to ’em.

—And what about the address to the King? said Mr Lyons, after drinking and smacking his lips.

-Listen to me, said Mr Henchy. What we want in this country, as I said to old Ward, is capital. The King’s coming here will mean an influx of money into this country. The citizens of Dublin will benefit by it. Look at all the factories down by the quays there, idle! Look at all the money there is in the country if we only worked the old industries, the mills, the shipbuilding yards and factories. It’s capital we want.

-But look here, John, said Mr O’Connor. Why should we welcome the King of England? Didn’t Parnell himself ...aat

-Parnell, said Mr Henchy, is dead. Now, here’s the way I look at it. Here’s this chap come to the throne after his old mother keeping him out of it till the man was grey. He’s a man of the world, and he means well by us. He’s a jolly fine decent fellow, if you ask me, and no damn nonsense about him. He just says to himself: The old one never went to see these wild Irish. By Christ, I’ll go myself and see what they’re like. And are we going to insult the man when he comes over here on a friendly visit? Eh? Isn’t that right, Crofton?

Mr Crofton nodded his head.

-But after all now, said Mr Lyons argumentatively, King Edward’s life, you know, is not the very ...aau

-Let bygones be bygones, said Mr Henchy. I admire the man personally. He’s just an ordinary knockabout like you and me. He’s fond of his glass of grogaav and he’s a bit of a rake,aaw perhaps, and he’s a good sportsman. Damn it, can’t we Irish play fair?

-That’s all very fine, said Mr Lyons. But look at the case of Parnell now.

-In the name of God, said Mr Henchy, where’s the analogy between the two cases?

—What I mean, said Mr Lyons, is we have our ideals. Why, now, would we welcome a man like that? Do you think now after what he did Parnell was a fit man to lead us? And why, then, would we do it for Edward the Seventh?

—This is Parnell’s anniversary, said Mr O’Connor, and don’t let us stir up any bad blood. We all respect him now that he’s dead and gone—even the Conservatives, he added, turning to Mr Crofton.

Pok! The tardy cork flew out of Mr Crofton’s bottle. Mr Crofton got up from his box and went to the fire. As he returned with his capture he said in a deep voice:

-Our side of the house respects him, because he was a gentleman.

-Right you are, Crofton! said Mr Henchy fiercely. He was the only man that could keep that bag of cats in order. Down, ye dogs! Lie down, ye curs! That’s the way he treated them. Come in Joe! Come in! he called out, catching sight of Mr Hynes in the doorway.

Mr Hynes came in slowly.

-Open another bottle of stout, Jack, said Mr Henchy. O, I forgot there’s no corkscrew! Here, show me one here and I’ll put it at the fire.

The old man handed him another bottle and he placed it on the hob.

-Sit down, Joe, said Mr O’Connor, we’re just talking about the Chief.aax

-Ay, ay! said Mr Henchy.

Mr Hynes sat on the side of the table near Mr Lyons but said nothing.

—There’s one of them, anyhow, said Mr Henchy, that didn’t renege him. By God, I’ll say for you, Joe! No, by God, you stuck to him like a man!

—0, Joe, said Mr O’Connor suddenly. Give us that thing you wrote—do you remember?