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"That is so," said Stutz. "And your proposal?" said Ascher. "If they can't crush us," said Gorman, "and they can't if you're behind us, they must buy us. I need scarcely say that your share in the profits will be satisfactory to you. Sir James Digby is one of our directors. There are only four others, and three of them scarcely count. There won't be many of us to divide what we get."
The clatter of general conversation ceased, and the Cabinet Ministers, sitting in the front row with Ascher, clapped their hands. The rest of the audience, realising that applause was desirable, also clapped their hands. Gorman bowed and smiled. Then my elbow was jerked sharply. I looked round and saw Jack Heneage. Jack is a nice boy, the son of an old friend of mine.
If she were not interested in what he was saying she succeeded very well in pretending that she was. All really charming women practise this form of deception and all men are taken in by it if it is well done. Mrs. Ascher does it very well.
I suspected that Gorman had been talking to her about the latest wrong that had been done to Ireland, his Ireland, by the other part of Ireland which neither he nor Mrs. Ascher considered as Ireland at all. On the table in the middle of the room there was a little group on which Mrs. Ascher had been at work earlier in the day.
"Any chance," I asked, "of our being travelling companions again? I am leaving New York almost at once." "I'm afraid not," said Ascher. "I've a great deal to do here still." "Those Mexican affairs?" "Those among others." "The Government here seems to be making rather a muddle of Mexico," I said. Opinion on this subject was, so far as I knew, nearly unanimous among business men.
He pleaded the necessity for early rising next morning as his excuse for going away before the hour at which the law obliges people to stop eating supper in restaurants. I wondered whether he and Mrs. Ascher had made a satisfactory plan for running guns into Galway. According to Ascher it did not make much difference whether the Irish peasants had rifles in their hands or not.
"I CAN'T, Ephraim, I CAN'T..." she moaned, as, with halting steps, she walked towards the door. "Come, speak to him, do," Ephraim entreated, taking her hand in his. "Let me go!" she cried, trying to release herself ... "I am thinking of mother!" Suddenly Ascher rose. "Where's my stick?" he cried. "I want the stick which I brought with me...Where is it? I must go."
Perhaps he had some idea that he was to be on show and did not like it. Instead of wearing his spangled tights he came to supper in a very ill-fitting tweed suit, which completely concealed his symmetry. The other two men were equally inconsiderate. Mrs. Briggs wore a rusty black skirt and a somewhat soiled blouse. Mrs. Ascher was disappointed.
They will put you in the way of finding out the trend of political feeling. It is their business to know these things, and in visiting new countries new in the sense that they have only lately felt the influences of our civilisation it is just these things that you will want to know. If you were going to Italy, or Egypt, or Greece " Ascher sighed.
We swept in and out, across the sharp bows, under the gloomy sterns of the ships of the first line. Ascher gazed at them. His eyes were full of sorrow, sorrow and a patient resignation. "Your protection," I said.
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