How'll it be, do you think,
when you've finally served their purpose, and made possible the
accomplishment of their aim? When you have made them Masters in
Dublin, will they care any more for the views and prejudices of you
and your Liberal Party than they have done to-day?"
"TOBY, dear boy," said Mr. G., "you're a young dog yet. When you come
to my age, you'll have learned that there is no gratitude in politics.
But we won't talk of it any more. I'm a little tired to-night."
So we walked in silence up the steps, by the Duke of YORK's Column.
_Business done_.--Address agreed to. Mr. P. flouts Mr. G.
_Thursday_.--House up at twenty minutes to Six, having got through
rattling lot of business. Prince ARTHUR been sailing up and down
floor, bringing in Land Bills and Railway Bills. HICKS-BEACH depressed
with legacy of Tithes Bill.
"Cheer up, BEACH," says CRANBORNE, tugging at his moustache a la
GRANDOLPH; "you may depend upon me. Keep your eye on your young
friend, and he will pull you through."
"Thank you," said BEACH, with something more than his customary
effusive manner.
JACKSON toying round the table, packing and unpacking papers, looking
at his watch and the clock, vaguely whistling, and absently rubbing
his hands.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "You seem out of sorts."
[Illustration: Mr. P-rn-ll turns his Back on Public Opinion.]
"Matter!" he cried. "Why, twenty minutes to Six is the matter,
and here's all the work done and the House up.
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