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1"O, don't let that trouble you, Jack," said Mr Henchy. "Many's the good man before now drank out of the bottle."
2"Anyway, it's better than nothing," said Mr O'Connor. "He's not a bad sort," said Mr Henchy, "only Fanning has such a
3loan of him. He means well, you know, in his own tinpot way." The boy came back with the corkscrew. The old man opened
4three bottles and was handing back the corkscrew when Mr Henchy said to the boy: "Would you like a drink, boy?" "If you
5please, sir," said the boy. The old man opened another bottle grudgingly, and handed it to the boy. "What age are you?"
6he asked. "Seventeen," said the boy. As the old man said nothing further, the boy took the bottle and said: "Here's my
7best respects, sir," to Mr Henchy, drank the contents, put the bottle back on the table and wiped his mouth with his
8sleeve. Then he took up the corkscrew and went out of the door sideways, muttering some form of salutation. "That's the
9way it begins," said the old man. "The thin edge of the wedge," said Mr Henchy. The old man distributed the three
10bottles which he had opened and the men drank from them simultaneously. After having drunk each placed his bottle on the
11mantelpiece within hand's reach and drew in a long breath of satisfaction. "Well, I did a good day's work today," said
12Mr Henchy, after a pause. "That so, John?" "Yes. I got him one or two sure things in Dawson Street, Crofton and myself.
13Between ourselves, you know, Crofton (he's a decent chap, of course), but he's not worth a damn as a canvasser. He
14hasn't a word to throw to a dog. He stands and looks at the people while I do the talking." Here two men entered the
15room. One of them was a very fat man whose blue serge clothes seemed to be in danger of falling from his sloping figure.
16He had a big face which resembled a young ox's face in expression, staring blue eyes and a grizzled moustache. The other
17man, who was much younger and frailer, had a thin, clean-shaven face. He wore a very high double collar and a
18wide-brimmed bowler hat. "Hello, Crofton!" said Mr Henchy to the fat man. "Talk of the devil...." "Where did the boose
19come from?" asked the young man. "Did the cow calve?" "O, of course, Lyons spots the drink first thing!" said Mr
20O'Connor, laughing. "Is that the way you chaps canvass," said Mr Lyons, "and Crofton and I out in the cold and rain
21looking for votes?" "Why, blast your soul," said Mr Henchy, "I'd get more votes in five minutes than you two'd get in a
22week." "Open two bottles of stout, Jack," said Mr O'Connor. "How can I?" said the old man, "when there's no corkscrew?"
23"Wait now, wait now!" said Mr Henchy, getting up quickly. "Did you ever see this little trick?" He took two bottles from
24the table and, carrying them to the fire, put them on the hob. Then he sat down again by the fire and took another drink
25from his bottle. Mr Lyons sat on the edge of the table, pushed his hat towards the nape of his neck and began to swing
26his legs. "Which is my bottle?" he asked. "This lad," said Mr Henchy. Mr Crofton sat down on a box and looked fixedly at
27the other bottle on the hob. He was silent for two reasons. The first reason, sufficient in itself, was that he had
28nothing to say; the second reason was that he considered his companions beneath him. He had been a canvasser for
29Wilkins, the Conservative, but when the Conservatives had withdrawn their man and, choosing the lesser of two evils,
30given their support to the Nationalist candidate, he had been engaged to work for Mr Tierney. In a few minutes an
31apologetic "Pok!" was heard as the cork flew out of Mr Lyons' bottle. Mr Lyons jumped off the table, went to the fire,
32took his bottle and carried it back to the table. "I was just telling them, Crofton," said Mr Henchy, "that we got a
33good few votes today." "Who did you get?" asked Mr Lyons. "Well, I got Parkes for one, and I got Atkinson for two, and
34got Ward of Dawson Street. Fine old chap he is, too--regular old toff, old Conservative! 'But isn't your candidate a
35Nationalist?' said he. 'He's a respectable man,' said I. 'He's in favour of whatever will benefit this country. He's a
36big ratepayer,' I said. 'He has extensive house property in the city and three places of business and isn't it to his
37own advantage to keep down the rates? He's a prominent and respected citizen,' said I, 'and a Poor Law Guardian, and he
38doesn't belong to any party, good, bad, or indifferent.' That's the way to talk to 'em." "And what about the address to
39the King?" said Mr Lyons, after drinking and smacking his lips. "Listen to me," said Mr Henchy. "What we want in this
40country, as I said to old Ward, is capital. The King's coming here will mean an influx of money into this country. The
41citizens of Dublin will benefit by it. Look at all the factories down by the quays there, idle! Look at all the money
42there is in the country if we only worked the old industries, the mills, the ship-building yards and factories. It's
43capital we want." "But look here, John," said Mr O'Connor. "Why should we welcome the King of England? Didn't Parnell
44himself...." "Parnell," said Mr Henchy, "is dead. Now, here's the way I look at it. Here's this chap come to the throne
45after his old mother keeping him out of it till the man was grey. He's a man of the world, and he means well by us. He's
46a jolly fine decent fellow, if you ask me, and no damn nonsense about him. He just says to himself: 'The old one never
47went to see these wild Irish. By Christ, I'll go myself and see what they're like.' And are we going to insult the man
48when he comes over here on a friendly visit? Eh? Isn't that right, Crofton?" Mr Crofton nodded his head. "But after all
49now," said Mr Lyons argumentatively, "King Edward's life, you know, is not the very...." "Let bygones be bygones," said
50Mr Henchy. "I admire the man personally. He's just an ordinary knockabout like you and me. He's fond of his glass of
51grog and he's a bit of a rake, perhaps, and he's a good sportsman. Damn it, can't we Irish play fair?" "That's all very
52fine," said Mr Lyons. "But look at the case of Parnell now." "In the name of God," said Mr Henchy, "where's the analogy
53between the two cases?" "What I mean," said Mr Lyons, "is we have our ideals. Why, now, would we welcome a man like
54that? Do you think now after what he did Parnell was a fit man to lead us? And why, then, would we do it for Edward the
55Seventh?" "This is Parnell's anniversary," said Mr O'Connor, "and don't let us stir up any bad blood. We all respect him
56now that he's dead and gone--even the Conservatives," he added, turning to Mr Crofton. Pok! The tardy cork flew out of
57Mr Crofton's bottle. Mr Crofton got up from his box and went to the fire. As he returned with his capture he said in a
58deep voice: "Our side of the house respects him, because he was a gentleman." "Right you are, Crofton!" said Mr Henchy
59fiercely. "He was the only man that could keep that bag of cats in order. 'Down, ye dogs! Lie down, ye curs!' That's the
60way he treated them. Come in, Joe! Come in!" he called out, catching sight of Mr Hynes in the doorway. Mr Hynes came in
61slowly. "Open another bottle of stout, Jack," said Mr Henchy. "O, I forgot there's no corkscrew! Here, show me one here
62and I'll put it at the fire." The old man handed him another bottle and he placed it on the hob. "Sit down, Joe," said
63Mr O'Connor, "we're just talking about the Chief." "Ay, ay!" said Mr Henchy. Mr Hynes sat on the side of the table near
64Mr Lyons but said nothing. "There's one of them, anyhow," said Mr Henchy, "that didn't renege him. By God, I'll say for
65you, Joe! No, by God, you stuck to him like a man!" "O, Joe," said Mr O'Connor suddenly. "Give us that thing you
66wrote--do you remember? Have you got it on you?" "O, ay!" said Mr Henchy. "Give us that. Did you ever hear that,
67Crofton? Listen to this now: splendid thing." "Go on," said Mr O'Connor. "Fire away, Joe." Mr Hynes did not seem to
68remember at once the piece to which they were alluding but, after reflecting a while, he said: "O, that thing is it....
69Sure, that's old now." "Out with it, man!" said Mr O'Connor. "'Sh, 'sh," said Mr Henchy. "Now, Joe!" Mr Hynes hesitated
70a little longer. Then amid the silence he took off his hat, laid it on the table and stood up. He seemed to be
71rehearsing the piece in his mind. After a rather long pause he announced:
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