She's like the English:
they think there's no one like themselves. It's the same with the
Germans, though they're educated and ought to know better. You'll
never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the
human race.
SIR PEARCE. Still, we--
O'FLAHERTY. Whisht, sir, for God's sake: here she is.
The General jumps up. Mrs. O'Flaherty arrives and comes between
the two men. She is very clean, and carefully dressed in the old
fashioned peasant costume; black silk sunbonnet with a tiara of
trimmings, and black cloak.
O'FLAHERTY [rising shyly]. Good evening, mother.
MRS O'FLAHERTY [severely). You hold your whisht, and learn
behavior while I pay my juty to his honor. [To Sir Pearce,
heartily.] And how is your honor's good self? And how is her
ladyship and all the young ladies? Oh, it's right glad we are to
see your honor back again and looking the picture of health.
SIR PEARCE [forcing a note of extreme geniality). Thank you, Mrs
O'Flaherty. Well, you see we've brought you back your son safe
and sound. I hope you're proud of him.
MRS O'FLAHERTY.
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