"Mr. Quirk? Yes, he is in. Were you wanting to see him?" Tim replied.
"Who else?" said Mrs. Quirk.
"I will stay here and talk to Tim," suggested Kathleen. "That is, if Tim can spare the time."
Tim was a gallant youth, and he answered blushingly that it was an honour and pleasure to speak to Miss O'Connor. Meanwhile Mrs. Quirk entered her son's room.
Denis Quirk was reckoning up the consequences of the last night's proceedings, and considering the best method of carrying on the campaign. As his mother entered he looked up with a frown, that changed into a smile when he saw who his visitor was.
He had constantly urged her to inspect the office, but she had always refused to come.
"Sure, you are busy; and what would you be doing with an old body like me?" she was accustomed to say.
"So you have come to visit me at last?" he cried.
"I have come to talk to you, because I could not wait until you had come home," she answered. "What is this in the paper?"