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He wanted to say rebellion, but he remembered that he was engaged in a game of diplomacy. "This émeute," he said at last. French is, after all, a greater language than English. I could not object to émeute. I should have objected to any English description of our rising. "We might," said Clithering, "have shot the people down. We might have bombarded the town. I am sure that you realize that."
"I saw him going upstairs. I expect he's looking for his clothes." "Godfrey," I said. "I'm going to offer you a great chance. Sir Samuel Clithering is in every way a very big man. In the first place he's very rich. In the next place he's on intimate terms with the Prime Minister. In fact he's been sending him telegrams every hour or so for the last two days.
A single passenger sat beside the driver. I recognized him at once. It was Clithering. Halfway down the street he suddenly caught sight of Bob's volunteers. He clutched the driver by the arm. The car stopped abruptly, backed, turned round and sped back again. I lost sight of it as it swept round the corner. Then followed another period of waiting in tense silence.
I don't want to have any misunderstanding." There was no telephone in the library of Moyne House. Clithering had to ring for a servant who led him off to another room. Godfrey seized the opportunity of his absence to confide in me. "Poor old Clithering is a bit of a bounder," he said. "Makes stockings, you know, Excellency. And Lady Clithering is a fat vulgarian.
Sir Samuel Clithering was sent over to Belfast, to report, confidentially, on the temper of the people. He must have sent off his despatch before the Dean's army marched in, before any of the armies then converging on the city arrived, before the Belfast people had got out their rifles. The Government in the most solemn and impressive manner, proclaimed the meeting.
It was one of the Irish Members. No Cabinet Minister would dream of saying such things. We have a high sense of the importance of the Ulster problem. Nothing, I assure you, is further from our minds than the desire to minimize or treat with undue flippancy the conscientious objections, even the somewhat unreasonable fears of men whom we recognize as " Clithering paused.
Or he may have trusted that I would prevent any telegram being sent to the Prime Minister. At all events, he stopped scowling at Clithering and went off with Bland. I offered Clithering some of the game pie, but he refused to touch it. He sat down at a corner of the table and asked me to lend him a pencil and some paper. I did so, and he composed several long telegrams.
"Do you expect a handful of police with small, round sticks in their hands Oh! go away, Clithering. You mean well, I dare say, but you're absurd." It is very seldom that I lose my temper in this sudden way. I was sorry a moment afterwards that I had given way to my feelings. Poor Clithering looked deeply hurt.
"It's no affair of mine," I said; "but I should have thought I dare say I am wrong. There may be no moral guilt about killing policemen." "But they won't be killed," said Clithering. "Our one aim is to avoid bloodshed." "You're trying the police rather high," I said. "They'll do what you tell them, of course.
"But he must," said Clithering, "he must think bloodshed deplorable." "No, he doesn't," I said. "You mustn't think everybody is like your Government. It's humanitarian. We're not. We're business men." Clithering caught at the last phrase. It appealed to him. He did not know the meaning attached to it by Cahoon. "That's just it," he said. "We want to appeal to you as business men.
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