And yet who cannot listen to him for ten minutes without a sense of a great mind--and what to me is better, a fine character behind it all?
This man has thought out--possibly in travail of spirit--and his creed--though it may not be the exultant cheerfulness of natures richer in muscle than in thought--is one for which he will fight and sacrifice, and not yield.

In short, the thinness of Mr.Chamberlain--the depths of Mr.Morley--these are the things which one will learn from hearing them speak even once.
I have said that Mr.Morley is not as good a debater as Mr.Chamberlain; but if Mr.Chamberlain be wise, he will call his watch-dogs off Mr.
Morley, for he is being badgered into an excellent debater.

Every night he improves in his answers to questions.

Tersely, frigidly--though there is the undercurrent of scorn and sacred passion in most of what he says--Mr.Morley meets the taunts and charges of the Russells, and the Macartneys, and the Carsons, and never yet has he been beaten in one of those hand-to-hand fights.
[Sidenote: Flagrant obstruction.] There was a curious but instructive little scene towards the end of a sitting early in March.

The Tories--headed by Jimmy Lowther--had been obstructing in the most shameless way for a whole afternoon.