While Mr. Holohan was entertaining the Freeman man Mrs. Kearney was speaking so animatedly to her husband that he had to ask her to lower her voice.  The conversation of the others in the dressing-room had become strained.  Mr. Bell, the first item, stood ready with his music but the accompanist made no sign.  Evidently something was wrong.  Mr. Kearney looked straight before him, stroking his beard, while Mrs. Kearney spoke into Kathleen’s ear with subdued emphasis.  From the hall came sounds of encouragement, clapping and stamping of feet.  The first tenor and the baritone and Miss Healy stood together, waiting tranquilly, but Mr. Bell’s nerves were greatly agitated because he was afraid the audience would think that he had come late.

Mr. Holohan and Mr. O’Madden Burke came into the room In a moment Mr. Holohan perceived the hush.  He went over to Mrs. Kearney and spoke with her earnestly.  While they were speaking the noise in the hall grew louder.  Mr. Holohan became very red and excited.  He spoke volubly, but Mrs. Kearney said curtly at intervals: 

“She won’t go on.  She must get her eight guineas.”

Mr. Holohan pointed desperately towards the hall where the audience was clapping and stamping.  He appealed to Mr Kearney and to Kathleen.  But Mr. Kearney continued to stroke his beard and Kathleen looked down, moving the point of her new shoe:  it was not her fault.  Mrs. Kearney repeated: 

“She won’t go on without her money.”

After a swift struggle of tongues Mr. Holohan hobbled out in haste.  The room was silent.  When the strain of the silence had become somewhat painful Miss Healy said to the baritone: 

“Have you seen Mrs. Pat Campbell this week?”

The baritone had not seen her but he had been told that she was very fine.  The conversation went no further.  The first tenor bent his head and began to count the links of the gold chain which was extended across his waist, smiling and humming random notes to observe the effect on the frontal sinus.  From time to time everyone glanced at Mrs. Kearney.

The noise in the auditorium had risen to a clamour when Mr. Fitzpatrick burst into the room, followed by Mr. Holohan who was panting.  The clapping and stamping in the hall were punctuated by whistling.  Mr. Fitzpatrick held a few banknotes in his hand.  He counted out four into Mrs. Kearney’s hand and said she would get the other half at the interval.  Mrs. Kearney said: 

“This is four shillings short.”

But Kathleen gathered in her skirt and said:  “Now.  Mr. Bell,” to the first item, who was shaking like an aspen.  The singer and the accompanist went out together.  The noise in hall died away.  There was a pause of a few seconds:  and then the piano was heard.