A playful smile played around his lips as he said: "It was a GOOD speech, wasn't it?"
"I thought it wonderful," Angela answered.
"And what were yer feelings listenin' to a man urgin' the people against yer own country?"
"I felt I wanted to stand beside you and echo everything you said."
"DID you?" and his eyes blazed and his voice rose.
"You spoke as some prophet, speaking in a wilderness of sorrow, trying to bring them comfort."
He smiled whimsically, as he said, in a weary voice:
"I tried to bring them comfort and I got them broken heads and buck-shot."
"It's only through suffering every GREAT cause triumphs," said Angela.
"Then the Irish should triumph some day. They've suffered enough, God knows."