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"
O
,
no
,
hardly
noticeable
.
"
"
Now
,
is
n't
he
a
terrible
fellow
!
"
she
said
.
"
And
his
poor
mother
made
him
take
the
pledge
on
New
Year
's
Eve
.
But
come
on
,
Gabriel
,
into
the
drawing-room
.
"
Before
leaving
the
room
with
Gabriel
she
signalled
to
Mr.
Browne
by
frowning
and
shaking
her
forefinger
in
warning
to
and
fro
.
Mr.
Browne
nodded
in
answer
and
,
when
she
had
gone
,
said
to
Freddy
Malins
:
"
Now
,
then
,
Teddy
,
I
'm
going
to
fill
you
out
a
good
glass
of
lemonade
just
to
buck
you
up
.
"
Freddy
Malins
,
who
was
nearing
the
climax
of
his
story
,
waved
the
offer
aside
impatiently
but
Mr.
Browne
,
having
first
called
Freddy
Malins
'
attention
to
a
disarray
in
his
dress
,
filled
out
and
handed
him
a
full
glass
of
lemonade
.
Freddy
Malins
'
left
hand
accepted
the
glass
mechanically
,
his
right
hand
being
engaged
in
the
mechanical
readjustment
of
his
dress
.
Mr.
Browne
,
whose
face
was
once
more
wrinkling
with
mirth
,
poured
out
for
himself
a
glass
of
whisky
while
Freddy
Malins
exploded
,
before
he
had
well
reached
the
climax
of
his
story
,
in
a
kink
of
high-pitched
bronchitic
laughter
and
,
setting
down
his
untasted
and
overflowing
glass
,
began
to
rub
the
knuckles
of
his
left
fist
backwards
and
forwards
into
his
left
eye
,
repeating
words
of
his
last
phrase
as
well
as
his
fit
of
laughter
would
allow
him
.
Gabriel
could
not
listen
while
Mary
Jane
was
playing
her
Academy
piece
,
full
of
runs
and
difficult
passages
,
to
the
hushed
drawing-room
.
He
liked
music
but
the
piece
she
was
playing
had
no
melody
for
him
and
he
doubted
whether
it
had
any
melody
for
the
other
listeners
,
though
they
had
begged
Mary
Jane
to
play
something
.
Four
young
men
,
who
had
come
from
the
refreshment-room
to
stand
in
the
doorway
at
the
sound
of
the
piano
,
had
gone
away
quietly
in
couples
after
a
few
minutes
.
The
only
persons
who
seemed
to
follow
the
music
were
Mary
Jane
herself
,
her
hands
racing
along
the
key-board
or
lifted
from
it
at
the
pauses
like
those
of
a
priestess
in
momentary
imprecation
,
and
Aunt
Kate
standing
at
her
elbow
to
turn
the
page
.
Gabriel
's
eyes
,
irritated
by
the
floor
,
which
glittered
with
beeswax
under
the
heavy
chandelier
,
wandered
to
the
wall
above
the
piano
.
A
picture
of
the
balcony
scene
in
Romeo
and
Juliet
hung
there
and
beside
it
was
a
picture
of
the
two
murdered
princes
in
the
Tower
which
Aunt
Julia
had
worked
in
red
,
blue
and
brown
wools
when
she
was
a
girl
.
Probably
in
the
school
they
had
gone
to
as
girls
that
kind
of
work
had
been
taught
for
one
year
.
His
mother
had
worked
for
him
as
a
birthday
present
a
waistcoat
of
purple
tabinet
,
with
little
foxes
'
heads
upon
it
,
lined
with
brown
satin
and
having
round
mulberry
buttons
.
It
was
strange
that
his
mother
had
had
no
musical
talent
though
Aunt
Kate
used
to
call
her
the
brains
carrier
of
the
Morkan
family
.
Both
she
and
Julia
had
always
seemed
a
little
proud
of
their
serious
and
matronly
sister
.
Her
photograph
stood
before
the
pierglass
.
She
held
an
open
book
on
her
knees
and
was
pointing
out
something
in
it
to
Constantine
who
,
dressed
in
a
man-o-war
suit
,
lay
at
her
feet
.
It
was
she
who
had
chosen
the
name
of
her
sons
for
she
was
very
sensible
of
the
dignity
of
family
life
.
Thanks
to
her
,
Constantine
was
now
senior
curate
in
Balbrigan
and
,
thanks
to
her
,
Gabriel
himself
had
taken
his
degree
in
the
Royal
University
.
A
shadow
passed
over
his
face
as
he
remembered
her
sullen
opposition
to
his
marriage
.
Some
slighting
phrases
she
had
used
still
rankled
in
his
memory
;
she
had
once
spoken
of
Gretta
as
being
country
cute
and
that
was
not
true
of
Gretta
at
all
.
It
was
Gretta
who
had
nursed
her
during
all
her
last
long
illness
in
their
house
at
Monkstown
.
