She could see that he had not noticed her dress or what he was eating, and it was irritating to see him sitting there with his spoon full of soup telling her how the Irish people would have to reduce their expenditure and think a little less of priests—for a while, at least—unless they were minded to pass away, to become absorbed in America.
“I like Brennan,” he said, throwing himself back in his chair. “He is a clever man. Brennan knows as well as I do there’s too much money spent upon religion in Ireland. But, tell me, did he tell you explicitly that you should give me no more money?”
“Yes. But, Ned—”
“No, no, I am not in the least angry,” he said, “I shall always get money to carry on politics. But what a game it is! And I suppose, Ellen, you consult him on every detail of your life?
