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As she passed through the doorway she stopped and glared into Mr. Holohan's face. "I'm not done with you yet," she said. "But I'm done with you," said Mr. Holohan. Kathleen followed her mother meekly. Mr. Holohan began to pace up and down the room, in order to cool himself for he his skin on fire. "That's a nice lady!" he said. "O, she's a nice lady!" "You did the proper thing, Holohan," said Mr.
"You might have some sense of decency," said Mr. Holohan. "Might I, indeed?... And when I ask when my daughter is going to be paid I can't get a civil answer." She tossed her head and assumed a haughty voice: "You must speak to the secretary. It's not my business. I'm a great fellow fol-the-diddle-I-do." "I thought you were a lady," said Mr. Holohan, walking away from her abruptly.
Then she appealed to Miss Healy. Miss Healy wanted to join the other group but she did not like to do so because she was a great friend of Kathleen's and the Kearneys had often invited her to their house. As soon as the first part was ended Mr. Fitzpatrick and Mr. Holohan went over to Mrs.
Holohan perceived the hush. He went over to Mrs. Kearney and spoke with her earnestly. While they were speaking the noise in the hall grew louder. Mr. Holohan became very red and excited. He spoke volubly, but Mrs. Kearney said curtly at intervals: "She won't go on. She must get her eight guineas." Mr. Holohan pointed desperately towards the hall where the audience was clapping and stamping.
Holohan. You know Hoppy? I know. Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door of the Grosvenor. The porter hoisted the valise up on the well. She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth.
Kearney rewarded his very flat final syllable with a quick stare of contempt, and then said to her daughter encouragingly: "Are you ready, dear?" When she had an opportunity, she called Mr. Holohan aside and asked him to tell her what it meant. Mr. Holohan did not know what it meant. He said that the committee had made a mistake in arranging for four concerts: four was too many.
Holohan was a novice in such delicate matters as the wording of bills and the disposing of items for a programme, Mrs. Kearney helped him. She had tact. She knew what artistes should go into capitals and what artistes should go into small type. She knew that the first tenor would not like to come on after Mr. Meade's comic turn.
Holohan, I want to speak to you for a moment," she said. They went down to a discreet part of the corridor. Mrs Kearney asked him when was her daughter going to be paid. Mr. Holohan said that Mr. Fitzpatrick had charge of that. Mrs. Kearney said that she didn't know anything about Mr. Fitzpatrick. Her daughter had signed a contract for eight guineas and she would have to be paid. Mr.
She will get four pounds eight into her hand or a foot she won't put on that platform." "I'm surprised at you, Mrs. Kearney," said Mr. Holohan. "I never thought you would treat us this way." "And what way did you treat me?" asked Mrs. Kearney. Her face was inundated with an angry colour and she looked as if she would attack someone with her hands. "I'm asking for my rights." she said.
They were both well dressed, stout and complacent and they brought a breath of opulence among the company. Mrs. Kearney brought her daughter over to them, and talked to them amiably. She wanted to be on good terms with them but, while she strove to be polite, her eyes followed Mr. Holohan in his limping and devious courses. As soon as she could she excused herself and went out after him. "Mr.
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