“We have often talked about that,” replied Fisher, with the same composure.  “The Prime Minister is my father’s friend.  The Foreign Minister married my sister.  The Chancellor of the Exchequer is my first cousin.  I mention the genealogy in some detail just now for a particular reason.  The truth is I have a curious kind of cheerfulness at the moment.  It isn’t altogether the sun and the sea, sir.  I am enjoying an emotion that is entirely new to me; a happy sensation I never remember having had before.”

“What the devil do you mean?”

“I am feeling proud of my family,” said Horne Fisher.

Harold March stared at him with round blue eyes, and seemed too much mystified even to ask a question.  Fisher leaned back in his chair in his lazy fashion, and smiled as he continued.

“Look here, my dear fellow.  Let me ask a question in turn.  You imply that I have always known these things about my unfortunate kinsmen.  So I have.  Do you suppose that Attwood hasn’t always known them?  Do you suppose he hasn’t always known you as an honest man who would say these things when he got a chance?  Why does Attwood unmuzzle you like a dog at this moment, after all these years?  I know why he does; I know a good many things, far too many things.  And therefore, as I have the honor to remark, I am proud of my family at last.”

“But why?” repeated March, rather feebly.

“I am proud of the Chancellor because he gambled and the Foreign Minister because he drank and the Prime Minister because he took a commission on a contract,” said Fisher, firmly.  “I am proud of them because they did these things, and can be denounced for them, and know they can be denounced for them, and are standing firm for all that.  I take off my hat to them because they are defying blackmail, and refusing to smash their country to save themselves.  I salute them as if they were going to die on the battlefield.”

After a pause he continued:  “And it will be a battlefield, too, and not a metaphorical one.  We have yielded to foreign financiers so long that now it is war or ruin, Even the people, even the country people, are beginning to suspect that they are being ruined.  That is the meaning of the regrettable incidents in the newspapers.”

“The meaning of the outrages on Orientals?” asked March.

“The meaning of the outrages on Orientals,” replied Fisher, “is that the financiers have introduced Chinese labor into this country with the deliberate intention of reducing workmen and peasants to starvation.  Our unhappy politicians have made concession after concession; and now they are asking concessions which amount to our ordering a massacre of our own poor.  If we do not fight now we shall never fight again.  They will have put England in an economic position of starving in a week.  But we are going to fight now; I shouldn’t wonder if there were an ultimatum in a week and an invasion in a fortnight.  All the past corruption and cowardice