wouldn't wait."
"And all the dancing will be amongst yourselves?"
Chorus: "Of course, Father!"
"And no waltzes or continental abominations?"
Chorus: "Oh dear, no!"
"And you'll all be in your beds at twelve o'clock?"
Chorus: "To the minute, Father."
"Well, God forgive me, but what can I do? Go on, you little heathens,
and--"
"Thank you, Father--"
"Thank you, Father--"
"Thank you, Father--," etc., etc.
I went home with a troubled conscience, and I read that blessed Maynooth
statute about dances. Then I had no sleep that night.
The doctor and the deputation called on me about a fortnight later to
settle accounts. I thought they were not very enthusiastic. They left
the door open, and sat near it.
"We came to settle about the concert, sir," said the doctor; "we thought
you'd would like to see our balance-sheet."
[Illustration: "Good Heavens!" was all I could say. (p. 89.)]
"Yes," I said, demurely, "and, of course, if the balance itself was
convenient--"
"It isn't as much as we thought," said the doctor, laying a small brown
parcel on the table. "The expenses were enormous. Now, look at these,"
he said, softly detaining my hand, as it moved towards the parcel.
I read the list of expenses. It was appalling. I cast a corner of my eye
farther down, and read, without pretending to see anything:--
"Total balance = 4_s_. 11-1/2_d_."
"Boys," said I, as I saw them putting their hands over their mouths with
that unmistakable Hibernian gesture, "you have done yourselves a great
injustice."
"I assure you, sir," said the schoolmaster--
"You mistake my meaning," I interrupted. "What I was about to say was
this,--when young men give their services gratuitously, and undertake
great labor in the cause of religion and charity, it would be most
unfair to expect that they would also make a pecuniary sacrifice."
They looked relieved.
"Now, I have reason to know that you all have undergone great expense in
connection with this concert."
There was a smirk of pharisaical satisfaction on their faces.
"But I cannot allow it. My conscience would not permit me. I see no
record in this balance-sheet of the three dozen of Guinness that was
ordered for the dressing-room. And there is not a word about the box of
Havanas, which William Mescal ordered specially from Dublin; nor any
mention of the soda-water and accompaniments that were hauled up in a
basket through the back window. Really, I cannot a
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