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"
You
'd
better
speak
to
Mr.
Fitzpatrick
,
"
said
Mr.
Holohan
distantly
.
"
I
do
n't
know
anything
about
Mr.
Fitzpatrick
,
"
repeated
Mrs.
Kearney
.
"
I
have
my
contract
,
and
I
intend
to
see
that
it
is
carried
out
.
"
When
she
came
back
to
the
dressing-room
her
cheeks
were
slightly
suffused
.
The
room
was
lively
.
Two
men
in
outdoor
dress
had
taken
possession
of
the
fireplace
and
were
chatting
familiarly
with
Miss
Healy
and
the
baritone
.
They
were
the
Freeman
man
and
Mr.
O'Madden
Burke
.
The
Freeman
man
had
come
in
to
say
that
he
could
not
wait
for
the
concert
as
he
had
to
report
the
lecture
which
an
American
priest
was
giving
in
the
Mansion
House
.
He
said
they
were
to
leave
the
report
for
him
at
the
Freeman
office
and
he
would
see
that
it
went
in
.
He
was
a
grey-haired
man
,
with
a
plausible
voice
and
careful
manners
.
He
held
an
extinguished
cigar
in
his
hand
and
the
aroma
of
cigar
smoke
floated
near
him
.
He
had
not
intended
to
stay
a
moment
because
concerts
and
artistes
bored
him
considerably
but
he
remained
leaning
against
the
mantelpiece
.
Miss
Healy
stood
in
front
of
him
,
talking
and
laughing
.
He
was
old
enough
to
suspect
one
reason
for
her
politeness
but
young
enough
in
spirit
to
turn
the
moment
to
account
.
The
warmth
,
fragrance
and
colour
of
her
body
appealed
to
his
senses
.
He
was
pleasantly
conscious
that
the
bosom
which
he
saw
rise
and
fall
slowly
beneath
him
rose
and
fell
at
that
moment
for
him
,
that
the
laughter
and
fragrance
and
wilful
glances
were
his
tribute
.
When
he
could
stay
no
longer
he
took
leave
of
her
regretfully
.
"
O'Madden
Burke
will
write
the
notice
,
"
he
explained
to
Mr.
Holohan
,
"
and
I
'll
see
it
in
.
"
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
Mr.
Hendrick
,
"
said
Mr.
Holohan
.
you
'll
see
it
in
,
I
know
.
Now
,
wo
n't
you
have
a
little
something
before
you
go
?
"
"
I
do
n't
mind
,
"
said
Mr.
Hendrick
.
The
two
men
went
along
some
tortuous
passages
and
up
a
dark
staircase
and
came
to
a
secluded
room
where
one
of
the
stewards
was
uncorking
bottles
for
a
few
gentlemen
.
One
of
these
gentlemen
was
Mr.
O'Madden
Burke
,
who
had
found
out
the
room
by
instinct
.
He
was
a
suave
,
elderly
man
who
balanced
his
imposing
body
,
when
at
rest
,
upon
a
large
silk
umbrella
.
His
magniloquent
western
name
was
the
moral
umbrella
upon
which
he
balanced
the
fine
problem
of
his
finances
.
He
was
widely
respected
.
While
Mr.
Holohan
was
entertaining
the
Freeman
man
Mrs.
Kearney
was
speaking
so
animatedly
to
her
husband
that
he
had
to
ask
her
to
lower
her
voice
.
The
conversation
of
the
others
in
the
dressing-room
had
become
strained
.
Mr.
Bell
,
the
first
item
,
stood
ready
with
his
music
but
the
accompanist
made
no
sign
.
Evidently
something
was
wrong
.
Mr.
Kearney
looked
straight
before
him
,
stroking
his
beard
,
while
Mrs.
Kearney
spoke
into
Kathleen
's
ear
with
subdued
emphasis
.
From
the
hall
came
sounds
of
encouragement
,
clapping
and
stamping
of
feet
.
The
first
tenor
and
the
baritone
and
Miss
Healy
stood
together
,
waiting
tranquilly
,
but
Mr.
Bell
's
nerves
were
greatly
agitated
because
he
was
afraid
the
audience
would
think
that
he
had
come
late
.
