“I am not reported, sir. Those scoundrels in the press gallery ignore _me_ because I defy _them_. Would you believe it, gentlemen, my speech upon the removal of a custom-house officer upon a charge of disloyalty to the throne and constitution, and which occupied two hours and a half in its delivery—I went into the question of customs generally, into those of foreign countries, into the national debt, into our relations with Japan, into the contracts for constructing ironclads—in fact, I grasped a series of subjects of the highest importance to the country; and would you believe it, Mr. Speaker—I mean gentlemen—the _Times_, although I saw that the reporter—yes, gentlemen, I watched him with an eagle eye—was present and apparently engaged in reporting me—the _Times_, I say, had the audacity to publish that the honorable member for Doodleshire uttered some irrelevant observations which were inaudible in the reporters’ gallery; and yet this unprincipled scoundrel pockets his pay, and reports the flimsy orations of other honorable members not one tithe of so much national importance as mine.” And trembling with anger, Mr. Hawthorne gulped down three glasses of claret in rapid succession. “The Irish people,” continued Harry, “are the most rhetorical and oratorical in the world, and prefer a good speech to any known amusement except a wake. News of your presence here has gone far and wide, and I may tell you fairly that it is incumbent upon you to let them hear you.” “I—ahem!—would be very pleased to do so, did a suitable opportunity present itself,” said the M.P. with a pleased smile. “The opportunity luckily does present itself. On Thursday next our host here must attend a meeting of his constituents at Bohernacallan, and, if you were to accompany him and address the people, I assure you it will be regarded as a very considerable favor by the hundreds who will be assembled.” “On Thursday next I shall be on my way to London.” “Not a bit of it,” I chimed in. “There is nothing to be done in London now, Mr. Hawthorne,” said Harry. “My arrangements are all made, and nothing, sir, nothing could induce me to break them. I am a man of iron, adamant in such matters.” I looked blankly at Harry, but Master Harry was still hopeful, as indicated by a dexterous half-wink while the M.P. was tossing off another glass of claret. “I may tell you as a matter of fact, Mr. Hawthorne, that you are expected at this meeting.” “It is very flattering, Mr. Welstone, but the meeting must stand disappointed in so far as I am concerned. No, gentlemen; in the House or outside of it, once I lay down a plan of operations, I never diverge from it by the distance of a single hair.” Again I looked blankly at Harry, and again I met with a half-wink. “That’s very unfortunate, Mr. Hawthorne, but I suppose it cannot be helped.” “It cannot indeed, sir.” “And reporters coming down from Dublin, too,” said Harry, addressing me.