Charles Stewart Parnell: His Love Story and Political LifeO'Shea, Kitty
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Charles Stewart Parnell: His Love Story and Political Life
O'Shea, Kitty
Parnell, Charles Stewart, 1846-1891
I helped him to set his chemicals right, urging on him that the thing
was very serious, and that he must attend to it; but he only replied:
"You think about it for me while I am finishing this. Now don't
spoil this for me. It will do presently!" and I subsided with the
_Times_ while he worked at his crucibles, and jotted down
results--absolutely absorbed for more than two hours, and only
brought back to politics by my call of "You absolutely must start
now."
He had a wonderful little machine--a balance that gave the weight of
almost infinitesimal parts of a grain--and this might be touched by
no one but himself. He now reluctantly covered it with its glass
case and lovingly padded it round with a cloth, lest a rough movement
in the room should put it out of balance.
I said, "Now, my King, you must attend to the _Times_. You must take
an action against them."
"No. Why should I?" struggling into his coat as I held it for him.
"I have never taken any notice of any newspapers, nor of anyone. Why
should I now?"
However, he promised me he would consult the "Party" about the
letters, and left assuring me that the English _Times_ was a paper of
no particular importance, after all.
He got home before I did that evening, and I found him on my return
weighing the infinitesimal specks of his morning's extraction of gold
with the utmost accuracy. He gave me a smile and the fire-flame of
his welcoming eyes as usual, but murmured, "Don't speak for one
moment; I'll tell you the moment I have finished this," and I had to
sit with as much patience as I could muster while he finished his
calculations. Then, coming over to me in triumph, he informed my for
once uninterested ears {259} that he had now completed the extraction
of something or other of a grain of the gold for my wedding ring.
On my firmly recalling his attention to the matter of the letters he
said wearily--all the interest and buoyancy gone--"They want me to
fight it, but it will be a terrible nuisance, my Queenie; I have seen
Lewis, and he is going to see Russell--Sir Charles, you know--and
then I am to see him again."
He was very undecided about the necessity of taking the action
against the _Times_, and more than once pointed out to me that the
opinion of that paper and its readers did not really interest him;
but, on my refusing to accept this at all, and urging that Ireland
required that he should defend himself in this, and that my view was
that of the Irish Party, he promised to take the matter seriously,
merely remarking with an amused cynicism that if Ireland wanted him
to cudgel a clean bill of health out of England she would find work
for all the blackthorns she grew.
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