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"No more than the soldiers were yesterday," said McNeice. "They fired over our heads." "And we're not going to stand any more fooling," said Malcolmson. "We're business men," said Cahoon, "and this sort of play-acting won't do for Belfast." "Your boss politicians," said Conroy, "have been flooding us out with telegrams."
"Dem is kicks, all right ja!" said some one else, and yet another added the comment of a heavy oath. Old Slade made no comment, but sat, balancing his hook-pot of coffee and watching the scene under his heavy white brows. Conroy lowered his arm and let the shirt fall to cover the bruises. "You see?" he said to Slade. "I see," answered the other, with a bitter twist of his old, malicious lips.
Next him sat Babberly. Cahoon, McNeice and Malcolmson sat together at the bottom of the table. I was given a chair on Moyne's other side. Conroy would not sit at the table at all. He had two chairs in a corner of the room. He sat on one of them and put his legs on the other. He also smoked a cigar, which I think everybody regarded as bad form.
'I don't know. That's what I've been puzzling over. 'So have I. We're as handsome a couple as I've ever seen. Are you well off, lad? 'They call me so, said Conroy, smiling. 'That's North country. She laughed again. Setting aside my good looks and yours, I've four thousand a year of my own, and the rents should make it six. That's a match some old cats would lap tea all night to fettle up.
He had backed as far from Slade as he could, and was staring at him with horrified eyes. "But there would ha' been if I hadn't took a look round while you were spinnin' your yarn to the Old Man," said Slade. "I knew you was a fool." With a manner as of mild glee he passed his hand into the bosom of his coat, still keeping his sardonic gaze fixed on Conroy.
'Oh, don't. The smell of the carriage had brought back all his last trip to him, and Conroy moved uneasily. 'I'm sorry. I've brought some games, she went on. 'Draughts and cards but they all mean counting. I wish I'd brought chess, but I can't play chess. What can we do? Talk about something. 'Well, how's Toots, to begin with? said Conroy. 'Why? Did you see him on the platform? 'No.
Conroy said so afterwards and Babberly entirely agreed with him. The Dean suggested that something might be put in about the sanctity of the marriage tie, a matter of particular importance to women and likely to be seriously affected by the passing of a Home Rule Bill. Lady Moyne thanked him for calling her attention to the omission.
They had appointed to-morrow at eleven o'clock to receive the address. About four I again joined the committee at the head of the pier. Sir William Curtis was most polite. The Belgian Ambassador, with whom I had dined at N. M. Rothschild's, was also there, and introduced me to Sir John Conroy. Soon after five one of the King's steamers entered the harbour with the King and Queen of the Belgians.
I don't mean in any offensive sense of the word; only just that you're not a party man. I must run away now; but you will do your best with Mr. Conroy, won't you? We want a big subscription from him."
He's not in the Cabinet, but he's what I'd call a pretty intimate hanger on; does odd jobs for the Prime Minister. He said the interest of political life was absorbing." "I shouldn't care for it," said Conroy. "After all, what would it be worth to me? There's nothing for me to gain, and I don't see how I could lose anything. It would be like playing bridge for counters.
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