“What’s this I’m after hearing,” said Gallagher, “about the Lord-Lieutenant?”
“He’s coming down here,” said Doyle, “to open the new statue.”
He spoke firmly, for he detected a note of displeasure in the tone in which Thady Gallagher asked this question.
“I don’t know,” said Gallagher, “would I be altogether in favour of that.”
“And why not? Mustn’t there be someone to open it? And mightn’t it as well be him as another?”
“It might not as well be him.”
“Speak out, Thady, what have you against the man?”
“I’m a good Nationalist,” said Gallagher, “and I always was, and my father before me was the same.”
“I’m that myself,” said Doyle.
“And I’m opposed to flunkeyism, whether it’s the flunkeyism of the rent office or———”