“I suppose it was made simply because of his money,” he said to Fitzgibbon.

“I don’t believe that,” said Fitzgibbon.  “People seem to think that he has got a head on his shoulders, though he has got no tongue in it.  I wonder at his refusing it because of the Right Honourable.”

“I am so glad that Mr. Kennedy refused,” said Lady Laura to him.

“And why?  He would have been the Right Hon. Robert Kennedy for ever and ever.”  Phineas when he said this did not as yet know exactly how it would have come to pass that such honour,—­the honour of the enduring prefix to his name,—­would have come in the way of Mr. Kennedy had Mr. Kennedy accepted the office in question; but he was very quick to learn all these things, and, in the meantime, he rarely made any mistake about them.

“What would that have been to him,—­with his wealth?” said Lady Laura.  “He has a position of his own and need not care for such things.  There are men who should not attempt what is called independence in Parliament.  By doing so they simply decline to make themselves useful.  But there are a few whose special walk in life it is to be independent, and, as it were, unmoved by parties.”

“Great Akinetoses!  You know Orion,” said Phineas.

“Mr. Kennedy is not an Akinetos,” said Lady Laura.

“He holds a very proud position,” said Phineas, ironically.

“A very proud position indeed,” said Lady Laura, in sober earnest.

The dinner at Moroni’s had been eaten, and Phineas had given an account of the entertainment to Lord Chiltern’s sister.  There had been only two other guests, and both of them had been men on the turf.  “I was the first there,” said Phineas, “and he surprised me ever so much by telling me that you had spoken to him of me before.”

“Yes; I did so.  I wish him to know you.  I want him to know some men who think of something besides horses.  He is very well educated, you know, and would certainly have taken honours if he had not quarrelled with the people at Christ Church.”

“Did he take a degree?”

“No;—­they sent him down.  It is best always to have the truth among friends.  Of course you will hear it some day.  They expelled him because he was drunk.”  Then Lady Laura burst out into tears, and Phineas sat near her, and consoled her, and swore that if in any way he could befriend her brother he would do so.

Mr. Fitzgibbon at this time claimed a promise which he said that Phineas had made to him,—­that Phineas would go over with him to Mayo to assist at his re-election.  And Phineas did go.  The whole affair occupied but a week, and was chiefly memorable as being the means of cementing the friendship which existed between the two Irish members.

“A thousand a year!” said Laurence Fitzgibbon, speaking of the salary of his office.  “It isn’t much; is it?  And every fellow to whom I owe a shilling will be down upon me.  If I had studied my own comfort, I should have done the same as Kennedy.”