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and gratitude. And if I were in Julia's place I'd tell that Father Healey straight up to his
face... '
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`And when we are thirsty we are also quarrelsome,' added Mr Browne.
`So that we had better go to supper,' said Mary Jane, `and finish the discussion
afterwards.'
On the landing outside the drawing-room Gabriel found his wife and Mary Jane trying
to persuade Miss Ivors to stay for supper. But Miss Ivors, who had put on her hat and
was buttoning her cloak, would not stay. She did not feel in the least hungry and she
had already overstayed her time.
`But only for ten minutes, Molly,' said Mrs Conroy. `That won't delay you.'
`To take a pick itself,' said Mary Jane, `after all your dancing.'
`I really couldn't,' said Miss Ivors.
`I am afraid you didn't enjoy yourself at all,' said Mary Jane hopelessly.
`Ever so much, I assure you,' said Miss Ivors, `but you really must let me run off
now.'
`But how can you get home?' asked Mrs Conroy.
`O, it's only two steps up the quay.'
Gabriel hesitated a moment and said:
`If you will allow me, Miss Ivors, I'll see you home if you are really obliged to go.'
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But Miss Ivors broke away from them.
`I won't hear of it,' she cried. `For goodness' sake go in to your suppers and don't mind
me. I'm quite well able to take care of myself.'
`Well, you're the comical girl, Molly,' said Mrs Conroy frankly.
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Mary Jane gazed after her, a moody puzzled expression on her face, while Mrs
Conroy leaned over the banisters to listen for the hall-door. Gabriel asked himself was
he the cause of her abrupt departure. But she did not seem to be in ill humour - she
had gone away laughing. He stared blankly down the staircase.
At that moment Aunt Kate came toddling out of the supper-room, almost wringing
her hands in despair.
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A fat brown goose lay at one end of the table, and at the other end, on a bed of
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and peppered over with crust crumbs, a neat paper frill round its shin, and beside this
was a round of spiced beef. Between these rival ends ran parallel lines of side-dishes:
two little minsters of jelly, red and yellow