We shall be within reach of the freedom of Ireland then.' Hyacinth was amazed at her vehement admiration for the class she was accustomed to anathematize.

He turned her words over and over in his mind.

They recalled, as so many different things seemed to do, his father's vision of an Armageddon.

Amid the confusion of Irish politics this thought of a Protestant and aristocratic revolt was strangely attractive; only it seemed to be wholly impossible.

He bewildered himself in the effort to arrange the pieces of the game into some reasonable order.