Actorviews (1923)

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42 Actorviews tory, aren’t,” I retraced, “much like the old fighting days.” “I’d give my soul,” vowed Molly O’Neill, “for a bit of disturbance at this prosperous play!” “There’s Sinclair’s line about Ireland — that,” I suggested, “might get some confetti if you had enough hard-boiled Englishmen out in front.” “Not the way Arthur’s substituted ‘English government’ for ‘English people’ and ‘damned thing’ for ‘bloody thing.’ There’s no riot in the line now,” she said with a twinkle. “It’s as good a speech as ever it was. Listen to it!” demanded Mr. Sinclair. “The boy says, ‘I want to be free!’ And ‘My God!’ I say, ‘isn’t he like poor old Ireland — asking for freedom ? And we’re like the English government, offering them every damned thing but the right thing.’ I won’t say ‘bloody’ — not on the stage; it’s a bloody low word.” “For the love of God, Arthur, can’t you make some sacrifice for your country! — He loves that line better than life itself, the man does.” With one informing eye Miss O’Neill treated me to a bewitching wink, and lest I miss that, her shoe momentarily trod my shoe. “Tell him, Arthur, what you said the night you were afraid peace had been made for Ireland. Tell him yourself.” “I said, ‘Oh, my God, if peace is settled, what’ll become of my big line!’ But, of course, I said it only in ” “There are no buts and of courses in it,” laughed Molly O’Neill. “For the love of God, Arthur, can’t you make some sacrifice for a good story!” “A hell of a disposition — but do you notice what pretty eyes she has? — Well, you get the dog now, Molly and I’ll take you both for a taxi ride.”