"
"Say that you'll try."
"I certainly will not do so."
"Then it goes in to-morrow," said Mr. Quintus Slide, stretching out
his hand and taking back the slip.
"What on earth is your object?"
"Morals! Morals! We shall be able to say that we've done our best to
promote domestic virtue and secure forgiveness for an erring wife.
You've no notion, Finn, in your mind of what will soon be the hextent
of the duties, privileges, and hinfluences of the daily press;--the
daily morning press, that is; for I look on those little evening
scraps as just so much paper and ink wasted. You won't interfere,
then?"
"Yes, I will;--if you'll give me time. Where is Mr. Kennedy?"
"What has that to do with it? Do you write over to Lady Laura and the
old lord and tell them that if she'll undertake to be at Loughlinter
within a month this shall be suppressed. Will you do that?"
"Let me first see Mr. Kennedy."
Mr. Slide thought a while over that matter. "Well," said he at last,
"you can see Kennedy if you will. He came up to town four or five
days ago, and he's staying at an hotel in Judd Street.
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