I tell you it isn't on sale here at all, and whatever they publish will do me no harm.' When Hyacinth returned to the hotel he found Mr.Holywell seated, with the inevitable whisky-and-water beside him, in the commercial-room.
'Well, Mr.Conneally,' he said, 'and how is patriotism paying you?
Find people ready to buy what's Irish ?' Hyacinth, boiling over with indignation, related his experience with Mr.
Dowling.
'What did I tell you ?' said Mr.Hollywell.

'But anyhow you're just as well out of a deal with that fellow.

I wouldn't care to do business with him myself.

I happen to know, and you may take my word for it '-- his voice sunk to a confidential whisper--'that he's very deep in the books of two English firms, and that he daren't--simply daren't--place an order with anyone else.

They'd have him in the Bankruptcy Court to-morrow if he did.