The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

THE EQUINOX He’s a devil; I’m sure of it. I know it was his fault, some- how. 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, an intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street said how psychic I was! [During the next few speeches CARR and EUPHEMIA Ccorre- spond 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 216