"If ye haven't got yer tickut, it's no use," he said, inspecting her suspiciously.
"The idea of one Irishman sayin' no use to another," she laughed.
"Are ye Irish?"
"Phwat's the matter with yer eyes, man?"
"Give me your pencil."
He obeyed. She wrote on her card and handed it to him. "You get that to the chairman of the meeting."
He read it deliberately.
"Fer the love av the green!" said he. "'Tis yersilf. I seen ye at the Comedy Theatre onct. Well, well!"
The chairman himself hurried to the door to meet her in reply to the summons.