is friends swelling in his heart "They
haven't the gumption to know that this is the worst place they could
have chosen to entrench themselves, even if they knew how to make
trenches!" On all sides of the Green were high houses, from which it
would be easy to pick off every man that lay in the trenches....

There were carts and motor-cars drawn across the street to make a
barricade, and most of the gates of the Green had garden-seats and
planks lying against them. There were even branches, torn from the trees
and shrubs, thrust through the railings....

He went into his Club to lunch. "They're in the College of Surgeons,
sir!" a servant said. "They say Madame's in the Green!..."

"Madame?" he said vaguely.

"Yes. Madame Markiewicz. They killed a policeman...."

"Do you mean the man at the Castle?"

"No, sir. I didn't hear of him. They killed this one on the other side
of the Green. There's cold lamb and cold chicken, sir!"

"I'll have lamb!..."

He hurried over his meal. He had little appetite for eating, and when he
had finished, he went to the smoking-room and wrote to Mary. "_Don't be
alarmed if you see anything about an Irish Rebellion in the
newspapers_," he wrote. "_It will probably be over by to-morrow. I'm
quite all right. You're not to worry!..._" And when he had finished it
he went out and posted it. "Good Lord!" he said aloud, as the letter
fell into the box, "I forgot that they've got hold of the General. I
don't suppose there'll be a collection!"

He returned to the Club, but he could not keep still. There was no one,
except the servants and himself, in the house, and the emptiness of it
made him feel restless. Looking out of the window, he saw little girls,
like those he had seen on Sunday night, running about the Green, busy on
errands....

"The Kids' Rebellion!" he said to himself....

He left the club, and walked round the Green again, and as he passed the
College of Surgeons, two men appeared on the roof, and proceeded to
unfold the Republican tri-colour. They were clumsy, and they fumbled
with it, entangling the cords ... but at last they got it free, and then
they hauled it to the top of the flagstaff. The people on the pavement
below watched it as it fluttered in the light breeze, but none of them
spoke or cheered. The rebels in the Green made no sound either. The
Republican flag was hauled to its place in silence.

"They don't seem very grateful for their deliverance," Henry thought,