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similarly affected. The Mister only addressed two remarks to Mrs. O'Halloran. The first one referred to the European war. "Tom Philipson was telling me to-day that we should be putting more pressure on Prussia." Mrs. O'Halloran glacially agreed, but it led to nothing further, as her attention was dis- tracted by Kegworthy, who, in attacking a slab of stiff claret jelly, shot a large piece off his plate, chased it with his^poon, and finally put it in his mouth with his fingers. This gave me an excuse to laugh aloud, but Mrs. O'Halloran didn't even smile. When the port had been round once The Mister raised his glass and said, with a vague air of something special being expected of him, "If there's one man in Limerick I esteem, sure to God it's your husband. Long life to Mr. O'Halloran." At this, Kegworthy, who had been looking more morose than ever, made his only audible contribution to the festive occasion, "Who the hell's O'Halloran?" he enquired. His intonation implied hostility. There was, naturally enough, a ghastly pause in the proceedings. Then Mrs. O'Donnell arose and ushered her guests out of the room in good order. There I sat, and for a long time neither of my com- panions moved. Closing my eyes, I thought about that dinner-party, and came to the conclusion that it had been funny. When I opened them again I ascertained that both The Mister and Kegworthy were fast asleep. Nothing more remains to be told, except that soon afterwards I took Kegworthy home and put him to bed. On my last day in Ireland I went out in soft sun- 713