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"I think if you were to sit in the front row of the stalls, Mr. MacDermott!" said Gidney, "while the rehearsal proceeds, that would be best. You can tell me at the end of each act what alterations or suggestions you wish to propose!" "Very good," said John, feeling his spirits running rapidly into his boots.
"It's from my brother," said Mrs. MacDermott, "but what on earth does it mean? You're here all right, aren't you?" "Yes," he said, "I'm here." He laid a good deal of emphasis on the "I." Mrs. MacDermott looked at him with sudden suspicion. "I've had a top-hole time," he said. "What an utterly incompetent rotter Connell is! He had nothing on earth to do but lie low.
This attack on Macdermott proved conclusively to his mind, what he and the Morning Post had from the first suspected and said, that the Irish Republicans were at the back of the whole business, helped, as usual, by German and Bolshevik money. "Ah, this proves it," said Macdermott, his blue eyes very bright in his white face as he drove along. As to the procession, he had forgotten all about it.
He was not accustomed to taking a subsidiary part in discussions and he greatly disliked his present position, but he could not think of any way of altering it. "Do you like living in London?" Mrs. MacDermott had suddenly said to Eleanor. "No, I hate it," Eleanor vehemently answered. "Then why do you stay?" Mrs. MacDermott continued. "I have to.
The other two looked at him with the good-natured pity due to the correspondent of the British Bolshevist. "Your lunatic paper has turned your brain, my son," Garth said. "Well, let's be getting on," Macdermott impatiently urged. "Which way did your plotters take, Beechtree? We may as well be getting after them, anyhow." "I don't know. I've lost them.
They meet there to plot, Macdermott said. Together with Germans. Probably they've a bomb-cache in the tunnels too. He told O'Shane about it, and O'Shane said republicans would never make use of a disorderly house, not even for the best patriotic purposes. He's rather sick that he wasn't on to this catacombs business too; he'd have found Orange plots down there.
"I know you are. I wasn't doubting you," Mrs. MacDermott assured him. Their conversation became vague and disjointed. Several times John turned to Eleanor and tried to settle a date on which she should return to town, but on each occasion something interrupted them, and Eleanor showed no inclination to be definite.
Had it not been said of his father that he could have taken a queen from a king's bed, lifted her clean out of a palace in face of the whole court and taken her to his home, a happy and contented woman?... Well, then, what one MacDermott could do, another MacDermott could do.... His mother got up from her chair and, putting down her hemmed handkerchief, said, "It's time I wet the tea!"
In Music-Halls, the East-End was as rich as the West, was it not the same talent that appeared at both, like Sir Boyle Roche's bird, winging its way from one to t' other in cabs? Those were the days of the great Macdermott, who gave Jingoism to English history, of the great Vance, of the lion comiques, in impeccable shirt-fronts and crush hats.
"Well, I don't know what women call beautiful or handsome," John said, "but if you call that screwed-up face good-looking, then I don't know what good looks are!" "I'm sure you weren't half so beautiful as baby is," Eleanor murmured. Mrs. MacDermott put the child in its mother's arms, and happed the covering about its head. "Eight pounds he weighed when he was born," she said. "Eight pounds!
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