Oh, but you are wise, you in the West, your statesmen and your philanthropists, that you build these gin-palaces, and smile, and rub your hands and build more and spend the money gaily.

You build the one dam which can keep back your retribution.

You keep them stupefied, you cheapen the vile liquor and hold it to their noses.

So they drink, and you live.

But a day of light may come.'" Lord Arranmore ceased speaking, stretched out his hand and helped himself to wine with unfaltering fingers.
"I have tried," he continued, "to repeat the exact words which the old man used to me, and I do not find it so difficult as you might imagine, because at that time they made a great impression upon me.