Kearney shook his head in dissent.
‘And that’s not all,’ continued the other; ‘but you must write to the papers a flat contradiction of that shooting story. You must either declare that it never occurred at all, or was done by that young scamp from the Castle, who happily got as much as he gave.’
‘That I could not do,’ said Kearney firmly.
‘And it is that precisely that you must do,’ rejoined the other. ‘If you go into the House to represent the popular feeling of Irishmen, the hand that signs the roll must not be stained with Irish blood.’
‘You forget; I was not within fifty miles of the place.’
‘And another reason to disavow it. Look here, Mr. Kearney: if a man in a battle was to say to himself, I’ll never give any but a fair blow, he’d make a mighty bad soldier. Now, public life is a battle, and worse than a battle in all that touches treachery and falsehood. If you mean to do any good in the world, to yourself and your country, take my word for it, you’ll have to do plenty of things that you don’t like, and, what’s worse, can’t defend.’
‘The soup is getting cold all this time. Shall we sit down?’
‘No, not till we answer the telegram. Sit down and say what I told you.’
‘Atlee will say I’m mad. He knows that I have not a shilling in the world.’
‘Riches is not the badge of the representation,’ said the other.