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He
waited
outside
the
drawing-room
door
until
the
waltz
should
finish
,
listening
to
the
skirts
that
swept
against
it
and
to
the
shuffling
of
feet
.
He
was
still
discomposed
by
the
girl
's
bitter
and
sudden
retort
.
It
had
cast
a
gloom
over
him
which
he
tried
to
dispel
by
arranging
his
cuffs
and
the
bows
of
his
tie
.
He
then
took
from
his
waistcoat
pocket
a
little
paper
and
glanced
at
the
headings
he
had
made
for
his
speech
.
He
was
undecided
about
the
lines
from
Robert
Browning
,
for
he
feared
they
would
be
above
the
heads
of
his
hearers
.
Some
quotation
that
they
would
recognise
from
Shakespeare
or
from
the
Melodies
would
be
better
.
The
indelicate
clacking
of
the
men
's
heels
and
the
shuffling
of
their
soles
reminded
him
that
their
grade
of
culture
differed
from
his
.
He
would
only
make
himself
ridiculous
by
quoting
poetry
to
them
which
they
could
not
understand
.
They
would
think
that
he
was
airing
his
superior
education
.
He
would
fail
with
them
just
as
he
had
failed
with
the
girl
in
the
pantry
.
He
had
taken
up
a
wrong
tone
.
His
whole
speech
was
a
mistake
from
first
to
last
,
an
utter
failure
.
Just
then
his
aunts
and
his
wife
came
out
of
the
ladies
'
dressing-room
.
His
aunts
were
two
small
,
plainly
dressed
old
women
.
Aunt
Julia
was
an
inch
or
so
the
taller
.
Her
hair
,
drawn
low
over
the
tops
of
her
ears
,
was
grey
;
and
grey
also
,
with
darker
shadows
,
was
her
large
flaccid
face
.
Though
she
was
stout
in
build
and
stood
erect
,
her
slow
eyes
and
parted
lips
gave
her
the
appearance
of
a
woman
who
did
not
know
where
she
was
or
where
she
was
going
.
Aunt
Kate
was
more
vivacious
.
Her
face
,
healthier
than
her
sister
's
,
was
all
puckers
and
creases
,
like
a
shrivelled
red
apple
,
and
her
hair
,
braided
in
the
same
old-fashioned
way
,
had
not
lost
its
ripe
nut
colour
.
They
both
kissed
Gabriel
frankly
.
He
was
their
favourite
nephew
the
son
of
their
dead
elder
sister
,
Ellen
,
who
had
married
T.
J.
Conroy
of
the
Port
and
Docks
.
"
Gretta
tells
me
you
're
not
going
to
take
a
cab
back
to
Monkstown
tonight
,
Gabriel
,
"
said
Aunt
Kate
.
"
No
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
turning
to
his
wife
,
"
we
had
quite
enough
of
that
last
year
,
had
n't
we
?
Do
n't
you
remember
,
Aunt
Kate
,
what
a
cold
Gretta
got
out
of
it
?
Cab
windows
rattling
all
the
way
,
and
the
east
wind
blowing
in
after
we
passed
Merrion
.
Very
jolly
it
was
.
Gretta
caught
a
dreadful
cold
.
"
Aunt
Kate
frowned
severely
and
nodded
her
head
at
every
word
.
"
Quite
right
,
Gabriel
,
quite
right
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
ca
n't
be
too
careful
.
"
"
But
as
for
Gretta
there
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
"
she
'd
walk
home
in
the
snow
if
she
were
let
.
"
