"Always," my father said.
"Not always; he may conceivably be very sane indeed."
"Never."
The Bradder was quite willing to let the subject drop, but his pear was a mistake and prevented me from suggesting that we should go.
"You sympathize with this Radical feeling?" my father asked him.
"To some extent I share it."
"I can't believe it, I really can't—why, the Radicals want to ruin the army, spend no money on the navy, make magistrates of Tom, Dick, and Harry, and top everything by letting Ireland do what it likes. They are a dangerous crew."
"I am not a Home-Ruler, though every one must admit that our way of managing Ireland up to the present has not been fortunate."
"But you wouldn't try experiments with a volcano?"
"I would try any experiment with Ireland which it wants, and which I did not think dangerous," The Bradder said, and he seemed to be wholly occupied in trying to say as little as possible without appearing to be ashamed or afraid of his opinions.