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〃What on earth do you mean？〃
〃Why； you lunatic；〃 cried Henry； in tones of ringing sincerity； 〃you don't suppose you were meant to WIN the seat； did you？ Oh； it's too childish！ I tell you Verner's got to get in。 Of course he's got to get in。 He's to have the Exchequer next session； and there's the Egyptian loan and Lord knows what else。 We only wanted you to split the Reform vote because accidents might happen after Hughes had made a score at Barkington。〃
〃I see；〃 said Fisher； 〃and you； I think； are a pillar and ornament of the Reform party。 As you say； I am not clever。〃
The appeal to party loyalty fell on deaf ears； for the pillar of Reform was brooding on other things。 At last he said； in a more troubled voice：
〃I didn't want you to catch me； I knew it would be a shock。 But I tell you what； you never would have caught me if I hadn't come here myself； to see they didn't ill treat you and to make sure everything was as comfortable as it could be。〃 There was even a sort of break in his voice as he added； 〃I got those cigars because I knew you liked them。〃
Emotions are queer things； and the idiocy of this concession suddenly softened Horne Fisher like an unfathomable pathos。
〃Never mind； old chap；〃 he said； 〃we'll say no more about it。 I'll admit that you're really as kind…hearted and affectionate a scoundrel and hypocrite as ever sold himself to ruin his country。 There； I can't say handsomer than that。 Thank you for the cigars； old man。 I'll have one if you don't mind。〃
By the time that Horne Fisher had ended his telling of this story to Harold March they had come out into one of the public parks and taken a seat on a rise of ground overlooking wide green spaces under a blue and empty sky； and there was something incongruous in the words with which the narration ended。
〃I have been in that room ever since；〃 said Horne Fisher。 〃I am in it now。 I won the election； but I never went to the House。 My life has been a life in that little room on that lonely island。 Plenty of books and cigars and luxuries； plenty of knowledge and interest and information； but never a voice out of that tomb to reach the world outside。 I shall probably die there。〃 And he smiled as he looked across the vast green park to the gray horizon。
VIII。 THE VENGEANCE OF THE STATUE
It was on the sunny veranda of a seaside hotel； overlooking a pattern of flower beds and a strip of blue sea； that Horne Fisher and Harold March had their final explanation； which might be called an explosion。
Harold March had come to the little table and sat down at it with a subdued excitement smoldering in his somewhat cloudy and dreamy blue eyes。 In the newspapers which he tossed from him on to the table there was enough to explain some if not all of his emotion。 Public affairs in every department had reached a crisis。 The government which had stood so long that men were used to it； as they are used to a hereditary despotism； had begun to be accused Of blunders and even of financial abuses。 Some said that the experiment of attempting to establish a peasantry in the west of England； on the lines of an early fancy of Horne Fisher's； had resulted in nothing but dangerous quarrels with more industrial neighbors。 There had been particular complaints of the ill treatment of harmless foreigners； chiefly Asiatics； who happened to be employed in the new scientific works constructed on the coast。 Indeed； the new Power which had arisen in Siberia； backed by Japan and other powerful allies； was inclined to take the matter up in the interests of its exiled subjects； and there had been wild talk about ambassadors and ultimatums。 But something much more serious； in its personal interest for March himself； seemed to fill his meeting with his friend with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation。
Perhaps it increased his annoyance that there was a certain unusual liveliness about the usually languid figure of Fisher。 The ordinary image of him in March's mind was that of a pallid and bald…browed gentleman； who seemed to be prematurely old as well as prematurely bald。 He was remembered as a man who expressed the opinions of a pessimist in the language of a lounger。 Even now March could not be certain whether the change was merely a sort of masquerade of sunshine； or that effect of clear colors and clean…cut outlines that is always visible on the parade of a marine resort； relieved against the blue dado of the sea。 But Fisher had a flower in his buttonhole； and his friend could have sworn he carried his cane with something almost like the swagger of a fighter。 With such clouds gathering over England； the pessimist seemed to be the only man who carried his own sunshine。
〃Look here；〃 said Harold March； abruptly； 〃you've been no end of a friend to me； and I never was so proud of a friendship before； but there's something I must get off my chest。 The more I found out； the less I understood how y ou could stand it。 And I tell you I'm going to stand it no longer。〃
Horne Fisher gazed across at him gravely and attentively； but rather as if he were a long way off。
〃You know I always liked you；〃 said Fisher； quietly； 〃but I also respect you； which is not always the same thing。 You may possibly guess that I like a good many people I don't respect。 Perhaps it is my tragedy； perhaps it is my fault。 But you are very different； and I promise you this： that I will never try to keep you as somebody to be liked； at the price of your not being respected。〃
〃I know you are magnanimous；〃 said March after a silence； 〃and yet you tolerate and perpetuate everything that is mean。〃 Then after another silence he added： 〃Do you remember when we first met； when you were fishing in that brook in the affair of the target？ And do you remember you said that； after all； it might do no harm if I could blow the whole tangle of this society to hell with dynamite。〃
〃Yes； and what of that？〃 asked Fisher。
〃Only that I'm going to blow it to hell with dynamite；〃 said Harold March； 〃and I think it right to give you fair warning。 For a long time I didn't believe things were as bad as you said they were。 But I never felt as if I could have bottled up what you knew； supposing you really knew it。 Well； the long and the short of it is that I've got a conscience； and now； at last； I've also got a chance。 I've been put in charge of a big independent paper； with a free hand； and we're going to open a cannonade on corruption。〃
〃That will beAttwood； I suppose；〃 said Fisher； reflectively。 〃Timber merchant。 Knows a lot about China。〃
〃He knows a lot about England；〃 said March； doggedly； 〃and now I know it； too； we're not going to hush it up any longer。 The people of this country have a right to know how they're ruledor； rather； ruined。 The Chancellor is in the pocket of the money lenders and has to do as he is told； otherwise he's bankrupt； and a bad sort of bankruptcy； too； with nothing but cards and actresses behind it。 The Prime Minister was in the petrol…contract business； and deep in it； too。 The Foreign Minister is a wreck of drink and drugs。 When you say that plainly about a man who may send thousands of Englishmen to die for nothing； you're called personal。 If a poor engine driver gets drunk and sends thirty or forty people to death； nobody complains of the exposure being personal。 The engine driver is not a person。〃
〃I quite agree with you；〃 said Fisher； calmly。 〃You are perfectly right。〃
〃If you agree with us；； why the devil don't you act with us？〃 demanded his friend。 〃If you think it's right； why don't you do what's right？ It's awful to think of a man of your abilities simply blocking the road to reform。〃
〃We have often talked about that；〃 replied Fisher； with the same composure。 〃The Prime Minister is my father's friend。 The Foreign Minister married my sister。 The Chancellor of the Exchequer is my first cousin。 I mention the genealogy in some detail just now for a particular reason。 The truth is I have a curious kind of cheerfulness at the moment。 It isn't altogether the sun and the sea； sir。 I am enjoying an emotion that is entirely new to me； a happy sensation I never remember having had before。〃
〃What the devil do you mean？〃
〃I am feeling proud of my family；〃 said Horne Fisher。
Harold March stared at him with round blue eyes； and seemed too much mystified even to ask a question。 Fisher leaned back in his chair in his lazy fashion； and smiled as he continued。
〃Look here； my dear fellow。 Let me ask a question in turn。 You imply that I have always known these things about my unfortunate kinsmen。 So I have。 Do you suppose that Attwood hasn't always known them？ Do you suppose he hasn't always known you as an honest man who would say these things when he got a chance？ Why does Attwood unmuzzle you like a dog at this moment； after all these years？ I know why he does； I know a good many things； far too many things。 And therefore； as I have the honor to remark； I am proud of my family at last。〃
〃But why？〃 repeated March； rather feebly。
〃I am proud of the Chancellor because he gambled and the Foreign Minister because he drank and the Prime Minister because he took a commission on a contract；〃 said Fisher； firmly。 〃I am proud of them because they did these things； and can