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Updated: June 28, 2025
In Red Lion Square, on the first floor of a house which partakes of the general dinginess of the neighborhood, there are two rooms which bear on the outside door the well-sounding names of Gurney & Malcolmson; and on the front door to the street are the names of Gurney & Malcolmson, showing that the business transacted by Messrs.
I rang the bell and five minutes later Gorman left me. He had not told me anything about Home Rule, or how his party meant to deal with a recalcitrant Ulster. He seemed very little interested in Ulster. Yet Malcolmson was indubitably in earnest. I felt perfectly sure about that. I intended to call on the Aschers as soon as I could after I returned to London.
If I were still in the Army I should not like to be told to kill Malcolmson. He was my brother officer at one time, and I found him a good comrade. The same feeling must exist among the rank and file. Northeast Ulster was, at one time, a favourite recruiting ground for the Guards.
And then Edna had got up from her seat, grumbling as she did so, and had again reiterated her opinion that Richard was a bear. "I think something must have put him out," returned Bessie, who was always prompt in defence of the absent. "He did not look quite happy." "That was because mamma was so vexed about his unpunctuality, and about Malcolmson.
"But surely," said Lady Moyne, "Mr. Conroy cannot want to encourage violence. He has just as much to lose as any of us more than most of us by any kind of outbreak of the democracy." "Lady Moyne has suggested to Malcolmson," said Babberly, "that he should agree to call this 12th of July business a March Past." "Is that any improvement on Review?" I asked.
"But," I said, "Malcolmson wants to fight. He always said so." "Quite so, quite so. We all said so. I've said so myself; but it was always on the distinct understanding " "That it would never come to that. I've heard Babberly say so." "But damn it all, Kilmore! it doesn't do to push things to these extremes. The whole business has been mismanaged.
Benchurch was a market town, and once in three weeks was crowded to excess, but for the remainder of the twenty-one days it was as attractive as a desert, Malcolmson looked around the day after his arrival to try to find quarters more isolated than even so quiet an inn as 'The Good Traveller' afforded.
"Malcolmson has agreed all right," said Babberly, "and if only that wretched little paper did you say Conroy was in it?" "I'll write to Mr. Conroy at once," said Lady Moyne. "I'm sure his connection with a paper of that kind is simply a mistake." She turned to the table and began to write her letter.
At the sound the Judge, who had been keeping his eyes fixed on Malcolmson, looked up, and a scowl of diabolical anger overspread his face. His eyes fairly glowed like hot coals, and he stamped his foot with a sound that seemed to make the house shake.
That meeting must have been held after McNeice, Malcolmson and Cahoon returned to Ireland. They regard me as a Laodicean in the matter of Home Rule, and would never have consented to my sitting on a committee which controlled, or at all events was supposed to control, the actions of the Ulster leaders.
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