'Down with the rates!' Quite enough, you know. The end is
indisputably attractive, and you aren't such an ass as to try to indicate
the means. So you get in."
"And don't do it?" The question was Marchmont's.
"Of course not--or what would you have to say next time?"
"The other side has always prevented your doing it?" the Dean suggested.
"Mostly, yes--by factious opposition."
"You fellows don't seem to care," observed Constantine Blair moodily,
"but I tell you we're out for four or five years at least."
There was a pause; the accused persons looked at one another; then
Marchmont had the courage to observe that the country would perhaps live
through the period of calamity before it.
"The country, yes, but how about some of the party?" asked Morewood. "How
about that, Blair? You're supposed to be the man who feeds the ravens and
providently caters for the sparrows, you know. You'll have your hands
full, I should think."
Blair's look expressed the opinion that they trenched on mysteries; he
had these little traits of self-importance, sitting funnily on a round
and merry face.
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