“All the same,” said Gorman, “I’ll get rid of that money. I don’t consider it’s mine. I ought to have paid for Tim, and I would, only that I hadn’t a penny at the time.”
“If you like to give £150 to a charity,” I said, “that’s your affair.”
“That,” said Gorman, “would be waste. I rather think I’ll give a party myself.”
He slipped his cheque book back into his pocket.
“Invite me to meet the lady who acts in your play,” I said.
“Miss Gibson?” said Gorman. “Right. Who else shall we have?”
“Why have anybody else?”
“There are difficulties,” said Gorman, “about the rest of the party. You wouldn’t care to meet my friends.”
“Oh, yes, I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t. I know you. You don’t consider Irish Nationalists fit to associate with. We’re not respectable.”