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216 THE EQUINOX He’s a devil; I'm sure of it. I know it was his fault, somehow. OSSORY. Nonsense, nonsense, my dear! He was not even in the car. MRS. OSSORY. It was his car, Alfred. OSSORY. You're a fool, Emily. CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar bear on a drifting iceberg. MRS. OSSORY. I know I'm quite unreasonable; it's an instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street said how psychic I was! [During the next few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA correspond by signs and winks. GRANDFATHER. When I was in Australia forty-four years ago there was a very good fellow of the name of Brown in Ballarat. Brown of Buninyong we used to call him. I remember—— MRS. OSSORY. [bursting into tears]. How can you, grandpa? Can't you realise that poor Henry is dead? GRANDFATHER. Henry dead? MRS. OSSORY. Didn't you hear? He was run over by Mr. Todd's motor-car this afternoon in Piccadilly. GRANDFATHER. There, what did I tell you? I always disliked that man Todd from the first moment that I heard his name. Dear, dear! I always knew he would bring us trouble. OSSORY. Well, this doesn't seem to have been his fault, as far as we can see at present. But I assure you that I share your
MR. TODD sentiments. I have heard very ill things said of him, I can tell you. MRS. OSSORY. Who is he? Does any one know? A man of family, I hope. How dreadful for poor Henry if he had been run over by a plebeian! OSSORY. Well, we hardly know—I wonder if his credit is good. [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion that he may be financially unsound strikes him.] CARR. [sharply, as if pained]. Oh, oh! Don't suggest such a thing without the very best reason. It would be too terrible! [This time EUPHEMIA laughs. OSSORY. My dear boy, I deliberately say it. I have the very best of reasons for supposing him to be very deeply dipped. Very deeply dipped. CARR. [Hides his head in his hands and groans, pretending to be overwhelmed by the tragedy. Looks up.] Well, I was told he other day that he held a lot of land in London and has more tenants than the Duke of Westminster! OSSORY. Well, we'll hope its is true. But in these days one never knows. And he leaves a very unpleasant impression wherever he goes. If I were not an Englishman I should say that the feeling I had for him was not very far removed from actual fear! CARR. Well said, sir. Hearts of oak in the City, eh? [OSSORY glares at him suspiciously. EUPHEMIA both enjoys the joke and is angry that her father is the butt of it. EUPHEMIA. Well, I'm not afraid of him—I think I rather like him. I'm sure he's a good man, when one knows him. 217
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216<br />
THE EQUINOX<br />
He’s a devil; I'm sure of it. I know it was his fault, somehow.<br />
OSSORY. Nonsense, nonsense, my dear! He was not even<br />
in the car.<br />
MRS. OSSORY. It was his car, Alfred.<br />
OSSORY. You're a fool, Emily.<br />
CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold<br />
him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar<br />
bear on a drifting iceberg.<br />
MRS. OSSORY. I know I'm quite unreasonable; it's an<br />
instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street said<br />
how psychic I was!<br />
[During the next few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA correspond<br />
by signs and winks.<br />
GRANDFATHER. When I was in Australia forty-four years<br />
ago there was a very good fellow of the name of Brown in<br />
Ballarat. Brown of Buninyong we used to call him. I<br />
remember——<br />
MRS. OSSORY. [bursting into tears]. How can you,<br />
grandpa? Can't you realise that poor Henry is dead?<br />
GRANDFATHER. Henry dead?<br />
MRS. OSSORY. Didn't you hear? He was run over by Mr.<br />
Todd's motor-car this afternoon in Piccadilly.<br />
GRANDFATHER. There, what did I tell you? I always<br />
disliked that man Todd from the first moment that I heard<br />
his name. Dear, dear! I always knew he would bring us<br />
trouble.<br />
OSSORY. Well, this doesn't seem to have been his fault, as<br />
far as we can see at present. But I assure you that I share your
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