This time next year Wallingham will be sucking
his thumbs and thinking of something else. No, it's not
a thing to worry about politically, for it won't come
through."
The squire's words suggested so much relief in that
conviction that Farquharson, sharp on the flair of the
experienced nose for waverers, looked at him observantly.
"I'm not so sure It's a doctrine with a fine practical
application for them as well as for us, if they can be
got to see it, and they're bound to see it in time. It's
a thing I never expected to live to believe, never thought
would be practicable until lately, but now I think there's
a very good chance of it. And, hang it all," he added,
"it may be unreasonable, but the more I notice the Yankees
making propositions to get us away from it, the more I
want to see it come through."
"I have very much the same feeling," the squire
acknowledged. "I've been turning the matter over a good
deal since that last Conference showed which way the wind
was blowing. And the fellows in your Government gave them
a fine lead. But such a proposition was bound to come
from your side. The whole political history of the country
shows it. We're pledged to take care of the damned
industries."
Farquharson smiled at the note of depression. "Well, we
want a bigger market somewhere," he said with detachment
"and it looks as if we could get it now Uncle Sam has
had a fright.
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