Then, from bench below him, uprises a bent, slight figure, looking less like a man of war than most things. A low, quiet voice, sounds clearly through the House, and Mr. MAURICE HEALY is discovered denying Brer FOX'S right to speak on this or any other public question for the constituency of Cork.
"If he has any doubt on this subject," the mild-looking young man continued, "let him keep the promise he made to me about contesting the seat."
That was all; only two sentences; but the thundering cheers that rang through House told how they had gone home.
Business done.—Irish Sunday Closing Bill read Second Time.
Friday.—GRANDOLPH looked in for few minutes before dinner. A little difficulty with doorkeeper. So disguised under beard, that failed to recognise him; thought he was a stranger, bound for the Gallery. But when GRANDOLPH turned, and glared on him, saw his mistake as in a flash of lightning.
"Same eyes, anyhow," said Mr. JARRATT, getting back to the safety of his chair with alacrity.
GRANDOLPH sat awhile in corner seat, stroking his beard, to the manifest chagrin of his jilted moustache.
"Awfully dull," he said. "Glad I'm off to other climes; don't know whether I shall come back at all. If Mashonaland wants a King, and insists upon my accepting the Crown, not sure I shall refuse."