"Of course, if you put it that way, madam. . . ."
She said:
"What other way should a woman put it?" . . . She reached to the table and filled herself a lot of brandy. The old general was leering towards her:
"Bless me," he said, "a lady who takes liquor like that . . ."
She said:
"You're a Papist, aren't you? With the name of O'Hara and the touch of the brogue you have . . . And the devil you no doubt are with. . . . You know what. . . . Well, then . . . It's with a special intention! . . . As you say your Hail, Maries. . . ."
With the liquor burning inside her she saw Tietjens loom in the dim light.
The general, to her bitter amusement, said to him:
"Your friend was more than a bit on. . . . Not the Society surely for madam!"
Tietjens said: