But what was the name the woman had called Kitty O'Shea that Mr Casey would not repeat? He thought of Mr Casey walking through the crowds of people and making speeches from a wagonette. Cranly asked suddenly in a plain sensible tone: --Tell me the truth. Some seem to believe that our politics can afford to be petty because, in a time of peace, the stakes of our debates appear small. A sense of her innocence moved him almost to pity her, an innocence he had never understood till he had come to the knowledge of it through sin, an innocence which she too had not understood while she was innocent or before the strange humiliation of her nature had first come upon her.