"
"I think not. I think I said that you should hear from me,--and you
did."
"You call that truth,--and honesty!"
"Certainly I do. Of course it was my first duty to stop the
publication of the letter."
"You haven't done that yet."
"I've done my best to stop it. If you have nothing more to say I'll
wish you good evening."
"I've a deal more to say. You were shot at, weren't you?"
"I have no desire to make any communication to you on anything that
has occurred, Mr. Slide. If I stayed with you all the afternoon I
could tell you nothing more. Good evening."
"I'll crush you," said Quintus Slide, in a stage whisper; "I will, as
sure as my name is Slide."
Phineas looked at him and retired into the House, whither Quintus
Slide could not follow him, and the editor of the _People's Banner_
was left alone in his anger.
"How a cock can crow on his own dunghill!" That was Mr. Slide's
first feeling, as with a painful sense of diminished consequence
he retraced his steps through the outer lobbies and down into
Westminster Hall.
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