Yet such a man was Talbot.
In truth his hypocrisy was of a far higher and rarer sort than the hypocrisy which had flourished in Barebone's Parliament.

For the consummate hypocrite is not he who conceals vice behind the semblance of virtue, but he who makes the vice which he has no objection to show a stalking horse to cover darker and more profitable vice which it is for his interest to hide.
Talbot, raised by James to the earldom of Tyrconnel, had commanded the troops in Ireland during the nine months which elapsed between the death of Charles and the commencement of the viceroyalty of Clarendon.

When the new Lord Lieutenant was about to leave London for Dublin, the General was summoned from Dublin to London.

Dick Talbot had long been well known on the road which he had now to travel.

Between Chester and the capital there was not an inn where he had not been in a brawl.
Wherever he came he pressed horses in defiance of law, swore at the cooks and postilions, and almost raised mobs by his insolent rodomontades.