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A Mother

           TheirconversationwasevidentlyaboutKathleenfortheybothglancedatheroftenasshestoodchattingtooneofherNationalistfriends,MissHealy,thecontralto.Anunknownsolitarywomanwithapalefacewalkedthroughtheroom.Thewomenfollowedwithkeeneyesthefadedbluedresswhichwasstretcheduponameagrebody.SomeonesaidthatshewasMadamGlynn,thesoprano.

           “Iwonderwheredidtheydigherup,”saidKathleentoMissHealy.“I’msureIneverheardofher.”

           MissHealyhadtosmile.Mr.Holohanlimpedintothedressing-roomatthatmomentandthetwoyoungladiesaskedhimwhowastheunknownwoman.Mr.HolohansaidthatshewasMadamGlynnfromLondon.MadamGlynntookherstandinacorneroftheroom,holdingarollofmusicstifflybeforeherandfromtimetotimechangingthedirectionofherstartledgaze.Theshadowtookherfadeddressintoshelterbutfellrevengefullyintothelittlecupbehindhercollar-bone.Thenoiseofthehallbecamemoreaudible.Thefirsttenorandthebaritonearrivedtogether.Theywerebothwelldressed,stoutandcomplacentandtheybroughtabreathofopulenceamongthecompany.

           Mrs.Kearneybroughtherdaughterovertothem,andtalkedtothemamiably.Shewantedtobeongoodtermswiththembut,whileshestrovetobepolite,hereyesfollowedMr.Holohaninhislimpinganddeviouscourses.Assoonasshecouldsheexcusedherselfandwentoutafterhim.

           “Mr.Holohan,Iwanttospeaktoyouforamoment,”shesaid.

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