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The
night
of
the
grand
concert
came
.
Mrs.
Kearney
,
with
her
husband
and
daughter
,
arrived
at
the
Antient
Concert
Rooms
three-quarters
of
an
hour
before
the
time
at
which
the
concert
was
to
begin
.
By
ill
luck
it
was
a
rainy
evening
.
Mrs.
Kearney
placed
her
daughter
's
clothes
and
music
in
charge
of
her
husband
and
went
all
over
the
building
looking
for
Mr.
Holohan
or
Mr.
Fitzpatrick
.
She
could
find
neither
.
She
asked
the
stewards
was
any
member
of
the
committee
in
the
hall
and
,
after
a
great
deal
of
trouble
,
a
steward
brought
out
a
little
woman
named
Miss
Beirne
to
whom
Mrs.
Kearney
explained
that
she
wanted
to
see
one
of
the
secretaries
.
Miss
Beirne
expected
them
any
minute
and
asked
could
she
do
anything
.
Mrs.
Kearney
looked
searchingly
at
the
oldish
face
which
was
screwed
into
an
expression
of
trustfulness
and
enthusiasm
and
answered
:
"
No
,
thank
you
!
"
The
little
woman
hoped
they
would
have
a
good
house
.
She
looked
out
at
the
rain
until
the
melancholy
of
the
wet
street
effaced
all
the
trustfulness
and
enthusiasm
from
her
twisted
features
.
Then
she
gave
a
little
sigh
and
said
:
"
Ah
,
well
!
We
did
our
best
,
the
dear
knows
.
"
Mrs.
Kearney
had
to
go
back
to
the
dressing-room
.
The
artistes
were
arriving
.
The
bass
and
the
second
tenor
had
already
come
.
The
bass
,
Mr.
Duggan
,
was
a
slender
young
man
with
a
scattered
black
moustache
.
He
was
the
son
of
a
hall
porter
in
an
office
in
the
city
and
,
as
a
boy
,
he
had
sung
prolonged
bass
notes
in
the
resounding
hall
.
From
this
humble
state
he
had
raised
himself
until
he
had
become
a
first-rate
artiste
.
He
had
appeared
in
grand
opera
.
One
night
,
when
an
operatic
artiste
had
fallen
ill
,
he
had
undertaken
the
part
of
the
king
in
the
opera
of
Maritana
at
the
Queen
's
Theatre
.
He
sang
his
music
with
great
feeling
and
volume
and
was
warmly
welcomed
by
the
gallery
;
but
,
unfortunately
,
he
marred
the
good
impression
by
wiping
his
nose
in
his
gloved
hand
once
or
twice
out
of
thoughtlessness
.
He
was
unassuming
and
spoke
little
.
He
said
yous
so
softly
that
it
passed
unnoticed
and
he
never
drank
anything
stronger
than
milk
for
his
voice
's
sake
.
Mr.
Bell
,
the
second
tenor
,
was
a
fair-haired
little
man
who
competed
every
year
for
prizes
at
the
Feis
Ceoil
.
On
his
fourth
trial
he
had
been
awarded
a
bronze
medal
.
He
was
extremely
nervous
and
extremely
jealous
of
other
tenors
and
he
covered
his
nervous
jealousy
with
an
ebullient
friendliness
.
It
was
his
humour
to
have
people
know
what
an
ordeal
a
concert
was
to
him
.
Therefore
when
he
saw
Mr.
Duggan
he
went
over
to
him
and
asked
:
"
Are
you
in
it
too
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Duggan
.
