“Oh dear yes,—­and we have just been having a most friendly conversation about you.  What a man he is!  He knows everything.  He is so accurate; so just in the abstract,—­and in the abstract so generous!”

“He has been very generous to me in detail as well as in abstract,” said Phineas.

“Ah, yes; I am not thinking of individuals exactly.  His want of generosity is to large masses,—­to a party, to classes, to a people; whereas his generosity is for mankind at large.  He assumes the god, affects to nod, and seems to shake the spheres.  But I have nothing against him.  He has asked me here to-night, and has talked to me most familiarly about Ireland.”

“What do you think of your chance of a second reading?” asked Phineas.

“What do you think of it?—­you hear more of those things than I do.”

“Everybody says it will be a close division.”

“I never expected it,” said Mr. Monk.

“Nor I, till I heard what Daubeny said at the first reading.  They will all vote for the bill en masse,—­hating it in their hearts all the time.”

“Let us hope they are not so bad as that.”

“It is the way with them always.  They do all our work for us,—­sailing either on one tack or the other.  That is their use in creation, that when we split among ourselves, as we always do, they come in and finish our job for us.  It must be unpleasant for them to be always doing that which they always say should never be done at all.”

“Wherever the gift horse may come from, I shall not look it in the mouth,” said Mr. Monk.  “There is only one man in the House whom I hope I may not see in the lobby with me, and that is yourself.”

“The question is decided now,” said Phineas.

“And how is it decided?”

Phineas could not tell his friend that a question of so great magnitude to him had been decided by the last sting which he had received from an insect so contemptible as Mr. Bonteen, but he expressed the feeling as well as he knew how to express it.  “Oh, I shall be with you.  I know what you are going to say, and I know how good you are.  But I could not stand it.  Men are beginning already to say things which almost make me get up and kick them.  If I can help it, I will give occasion to no man to hint anything to me which can make me be so wretched as I have been to-day.  Pray do not say anything more.  My idea is that I shall resign to-morrow.”

“Then I hope that we may fight the battle side by side,” said Mr. Monk, giving him his hand.

“We will fight the battle side by side,” replied Phineas.