Hyacinth waited in extreme anxiety for what was to come.
'I do not like the cause you mean to work for or the people you call your friends.

I would rather see my daughter's husband doing almost anything else in the world.

I would be happier if you proposed to break stones upon the roadside.

You know what my political opinions are.
I regard the _Croppy_ as a disloyal and seditious paper, bent upon fostering a dangerous spirit.' Hyacinth listened patiently.

He had steeled himself against the hearing of some such words, and was determined not to be moved to argument or self-defence except as a last resort.
'I hope,' he said, 'that you will at least give me credit for honestly acting in accordance with my convictions.' 'I am sure--quite sure--that you are honest, and believe that your cause is the right one.