He marched towards the group, striking the flags with the heels of his boots and with the ferrule of his heavy umbrella. Then, raising the umbrella in salute, he said to all: Good evening, sirs. He struck the flags again and tittered while his head trembled with a slight nervous movement. The tall consumptive student and Dixon and O'Keeffe were speaking in Irish and did not answer him.

Thus even her real name has not hitherto leaked out, and to this day the O'Keeffes are unaware of their relative's reputation and believe their one connection with the stage to be a dubious and undesirable consanguinity with O'Keeffe, the actor and fertile farce-writer whose Wild Oats made a sensation at Covent Garden at the end of the eighteenth century.

His songs are well known, such as "I am a friar of orders grey", and there are few schoolboys who have not sooner or later made the acquaintance of his "Amo, amas, I loved a lass". For the last fifty-two years of his life O'Keeffe was blind, an affliction which he bore with unfailing cheerfulness. In 1826 he was given a pension of one hundred guineas a year from the king's privy purse. Derry.

Eileen burst into a laugh. "Oh, miss!" she said, mimicking the programme-girl. "Didn't you recognise me on the stage?" "Mary Murchison!" gasped the programme-girl. "Oh, Miss O'Keeffe, how wonderful! You nearly made my heart stop " "I am sorry, but I do want to take your bedroom. I've left Mrs. Maper, and you are not to ask any questions." "I haven't time, I'm late already.

He walked on across the hall with Dixon, leaving Cranly to take leave elaborately of the dwarf. Under the colonnade Temple was standing in the midst of a little group of students. One of them cried: Dixon, come over till you hear. Temple is in grand form. Temple turned on him his dark gipsy eyes. You're a hypocrite, O'Keeffe, he said. And Dixon is a smiler.

Eileen gasped. "Take this bag, it contains the family jewels. That bedroom of yours, it is still to let?" "Yes, miss." "I take it for to-night, perhaps for ever. The avenger is on my footsteps. The law may follow me, but I shall defy its myrmidons in my trackless eyrie." "Oh, Miss O'Keeffe! You frighten me. I shouldn't like to have all these jewels in my house, and with my mother tied to her bed."

She hurried into a revelation of her exact position, as soon as they had secured a just-vacated little table in a window niche. She omitted only Colonel Doherty. He listened breathlessly. "And nobody knows you are Eileen O'Keeffe, I mean Nelly O'Neill?" She laughed. "You see you don't know which I am." "It's incredible." "So much the worse for your theories of credibility.

O'Keeffe, "the dirty upstart would never have dared to put such an insult on his orphaned daughter, that he wouldn't, and if Dan O'Leary should hear of it which the saints forbid it's not the jig that his foot would be teaching Mr. O' Flanagan." The bathos of this anti-climax to martyrdom was too grotesque.

By hell, I think they all had a touch. We shall call it riding a hack to spare the hunter, said Dixon. Tell us, Temple, O'Keeffe said, how many quarts of porter have you in you? All your intellectual soul is in that phrase, O'Keeffe, said Temple with open scorn. He moved with a shambling gait round the group and spoke to Stephen. Did you know that the Forsters are the kings of Belgium? he asked.

She was only Eileen O'Keeffe, she had never left Ireland save for the Convent. The rest was a nightmare. How glad she was that nobody knew! The proposal duly took place in a bunker, while Eileen was whimsically vituperating her ball. The fascination of her virginal diablerie was like a force compelling the victim to seize her in his arms after the fashion of the primitive bridegroom.