Circumstances provided Tim Healy's opportunity. Seized it with both hands. On behalf of Liberal Party, Premier proposed the vivisection of Ireland. John Redmond consented. Plan submitted was that four counties of Ulster might, if they pleased, be excluded from operation of Home Rule Act for period of six years.
"Would any sane Britisher," Tim asked, "embark upon civil war for the difference between six years and 666 years?" As he mentioned the Number of the Beast Tim turned to regard the Irish Leader perched in corner seat at top of Gangway. "Why should not the hon. gentleman give up that, as he has given up everything else? The remains of his principles ornament every step of the Gangway."
Business done.—Second Reading of Home Rule Bill moved. Debate adjourned for indefinite period.
Tuesday.—Prospect of Chancellor of Exchequer brought up at Bar by Randles and Cassel attracted big House in spite of trial opening in mid-dinner-hour. As the quarters of an hour sped benches continued to fill up till, when Lloyd George rose to offer his defence (which speedily merged into form of attack), there were fully live hundred present.
Prisoner indicted on grounds of repeated inaccuracy, particularly on account of ineradicable tendency to speak disrespectfully of dukes. Nothing could be nicer than manner of prosecuting counsel. They were there to discharge a public duty as champions of the truth, vindicators of desirable habit of abstention from exaggeration.
"I am," said Randles, "not here to be personally disagreeable to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, whom I have always found genial and courteous."
As for the junior counsel, he was affected almost to tears in prospect of task jointly committed to him.
"I do not wish," he said in his opening sentence, "to make anything I say more offensive or unpleasant than—than the necessities of the case warrant."
Ribald Radicals laughed loudly at this way of putting it. With the more sober-minded its ingenuousness had favourable effect, maintained throughout admirable speech.
No one enjoyed the affair more than prisoner at the bar. Like his great prototype, Lloyd George is never so happy as when, with back against wall, he turns to face an attacking host.