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Their neighbours had turned to listen to the cross-examination. Gabriel glanced right and left nervously and tried to keep his good humour under the ordeal which was making a blush invade his forehead. "And haven't you your own land to visit," continued Miss Ivors, "that you know nothing of, your own people, and your own country?"
"To take a pick itself," said Mary Jane, "after all your dancing." "I really couldn't," said Miss Ivors. "I am afraid you didn't enjoy yourself at all," said Mary Jane hopelessly. "Ever so much, I assure you," said Miss Ivors, "but you really must let me run off now." "But how can you get home?" asked Mrs. Conroy. "O, it's only two steps up the quay."
Gabriel hesitated a moment and said: "If you will allow me, Miss Ivors, I'll see you home if you are really obliged to go." But Miss Ivors broke away from them. "I won't hear of it," she cried. "For goodness' sake go in to your suppers and don't mind me. I'm quite well able to take care of myself." "Well, you're the comical girl, Molly," said Mrs. Conroy frankly.
He would say, alluding to Aunt Kate and Aunt Julia: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the generation which is now on the wane among us may have had its faults but for my part I think it had certain qualities of hospitality, of humour, of humanity, which the new and very serious and hypereducated generation that is growing up around us seems to me to lack." Very good: that was one for Miss Ivors.
"But you will come, won't you?" said Miss Ivors, laying her arm hand eagerly on his arm. "The fact is," said Gabriel, "I have just arranged to go " "Go where?" asked Miss Ivors. "Well, you know, every year I go for a cycling tour with some fellows and so " "But where?" asked Miss Ivors. "Well, we usually go to France or Belgium or perhaps Germany," said Gabriel awkwardly.
Miss Daly will carve the ham and I'll do the pudding." "All right," said Gabriel. "She's sending in the younger ones first as soon as this waltz is over so that we'll have the table to ourselves." "Were you dancing?" asked Gabriel. "Of course I was. Didn't you see me? What row had you with Molly Ivors?" "No row. Why? Did she say so?" "Something like that. I'm trying to get that Mr. D'Arcy to sing.
"O, to tell you the truth," retorted Gabriel suddenly, "I'm sick of my own country, sick of it!" "Why?" asked Miss Ivors. Gabriel did not answer for his retort had heated him. "Why?" repeated Miss Ivors. They had to go visiting together and, as he had not answered her, Miss Ivors said warmly: "Of course, you've no answer."
"And why do you go to France and Belgium," said Miss Ivors, "instead of visiting your own land?" "Well," said Gabriel, "it's partly to keep in touch with the languages and partly for a change." "And haven't you your own language to keep in touch with Irish?" asked Miss Ivors. "Well," said Gabriel, "if it comes to that, you know, Irish is not my language."
Miss Ivors promptly took his hand in a warm grasp and said in a soft friendly tone: "Of course, I was only joking. Come, we cross now." When they were together again she spoke of the University question and Gabriel felt more at ease. A friend of hers had shown her his review of Browning's poems. That was how she had found out the secret: but she liked the review immensely.
It shot through Gabriel's mind that Miss Ivors was not there and that she had gone away discourteously: and he said with confidence in himself: "Ladies and Gentlemen, "A new generation is growing up in our midst, a generation actuated by new ideas and new principles.
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