“Your Excellency will hear the fishermen?” said Philip. “No, no, no,” said the Governor. He was at least a brave man, if a vain and foolish one. There was silence for a moment. Then, standing erect, and making an effort to control himself, Philip said, “May it please your Excellency, you fill a proud position here; you are the ruler of this island under your sovereign lady our Queen. But we, your subjects, your servants, are in a prouder position still. We are Manxmen. This is the Court of our country.” “Hould hard,” cried Pete again. “For a thousand years men with our blood and our names have stood on this hill to hear the voice of the people, and to do justice between man and man. That's what the place was meant for. If it has lost that meaning, root it up--it is a show and a sham.” “Bravo!” cried Pete; he could hold himself in no longer, and his word was taken up with a shout, both on the hill and on the green beneath. Philip's voice had risen to a shrill cry, but it was low and meek as he added, bowing yet lower while he spoke-- “Your Excellency will hear the fishermen?” The Governor rolled in his seat. “Go on,” he said impatiently. The men made their petition. Three or four of them spoke briefly and to the point. They had had harbours, their fathers' harbours, which had been freed to them forty years before; don't ask them to pay harbour dues until proper harbours were provided: The Governor gave his promise. Then he rose, the band struck up “God save the Queen,” and the Legislature filed back to the chapel. Philip went with them. He had fought a great battle, and he had prevailed. Through purging fires the real man had emerged, but he had paid the price of his victory. His eye burned like live coal, his cheek-bones seemed to have upheaved. He walked alone; his ancient colleague had stepped ahead of him. But now and again, as he passed down the long path to the church-door, fishermen and farmers pushed between the rifles of the guards, and said in husky voices, “Let me shake you by the hand, Dempster.” The scene was repeated with added emotion half an hour afterwards, when, the court being adjourned and the Governor gone in ominous silence, Philip came out, white and smiling, and leaning on the arm of his old master, the Clerk of the Rolls. He could scarcely tear himself through the thick-set hedge of people that lined the path to the gate. As he got into the carriage his smile disappeared. Sinking into the seat, he buried himself in the corner and dropped his head on his breast. The people began to cheer. “Drive on,” he cried. The cheering became loud. “Drive, drive,” he cried. The people cheered yet louder. They thought that they had seen a grand triumph that day--a man triumphing over the Governor. But there had been a grander triumph which they had not seen--a man triumphing over himself. Only one saw that, and it was God. XII.