is hampering us, of course; the West country is pretty stormy and doubtful even in a military sense; and the Irish regiments there, that are supposed to support us by the new treaty, are pretty well in mutiny; for, of course, this infernal coolie capitalism is being pushed in Ireland, too.  But it’s to stop now; and if the government message of reassurance gets through to them in time, they may turn up after all by the time the enemy lands.  For my poor old gang is going to stand to its guns at last.  Of course it’s only natural that when they have been whitewashed for half a century as paragons, their sins should come back on them at the very moment when they are behaving like men for the first time in their lives.  Well, I tell you, March, I know them inside out; and I know they are behaving like heroes.  Every man of them ought to have a statue, and on the pedestal words like those of the noblest ruffian of the Revolution:  ‘Que mon nom soit fletri; que la France soit libre.’”

“Good God!” cried March, “shall we never get to the bottom of your mines and countermines?”

After a silence Fisher answered in a lower voice, looking his friend in the eyes.

“Did you think there was nothing but evil at the bottom of them?” he asked, gently.  “Did you think I had found nothing but filth in the deep seas into which fate has thrown me?  Believe me, you never know the best about men till you know the worst about them.  It does not dispose of their strange human souls to know that they were exhibited to the world as impossibly impeccable wax works, who never looked after a woman or knew the meaning of a bribe.  Even in a palace, life can be lived well; and even in a Parliament, life can be lived with occasional efforts to live it well.  I tell you it is as true of these rich fools and rascals as it is true of every poor footpad and pickpocket; that only God knows how good they have tried to be.  God alone knows what the conscience can survive, or how a man who has lost his honor will still try to save his soul.”

There was another silence, and March sat staring at the table and Fisher at the sea.  Then Fisher suddenly sprang to his feet and caught up his hat and stick with all his new alertness and even pugnacity.

“Look here, old fellow,” he cried, “let us make a bargain.  Before you open your campaign for Attwood come down and stay with us for one week, to hear what we’re really doing.  I mean with the Faithful Few, formerly known as the Old Gang, occasionally to be described as the Low Lot.  There are really only five of us that are quite fixed, and organizing the national defense; and we’re living like a garrison in a sort of broken-down hotel in Kent.  Come and see what we’re really doing and what there is to be done, and do us justice.  And after that, with unalterable love and affection for you, publish and be damned.”