I See a Dark Stranger Page #2

How can you tell?

Mr McGee didn't look

that sort of man.

And Mr Clougherty

was a terrible shock to me.

He's a traveller from abroad.

"Miller"...that can't be an Irish name.

He's English!

Of all the compartments in this train,

I have to get into one with an Englishman!

Now I might have known it...

will you look at him...

Will you look at the cruel set

of his jaw!

You could mistake him for Cromwell!

If he speaks to me,

I shall lose my temper.

I shall tell him he looks like Cromwell.

If he speaks to me.

Business... that's all the English

ever think about.

You say?

Oh, I was saying nothing at all...

It was just my thoughts

expressing themselves in private.

I beg your pardon.

I feel I should add... there are

other things we think about.

I'd rather not discuss the matter further,

if you don't mind.

You should visit England one day...

It may change your mind.

There's no need... I have an aunt there,

who's told me all about it.

She says the upper classes

are cringing...

...and always moaning

about their troubles.

And the lower classes are arrogant...

and think they own the earth.

I thought it was the other way round!

My aunt runs a servants registry office.

Aha!...

There's no "ah" about it...

She hates the whole lot of them,

and so do I.

My father fought for Ireland

against the English, in 1916...

And if I ever get the chance,

I'll do the same.

For the subject of a neutral country...

aren't you being a little belligerent?

There's nothing belligerent about it.

It's entirely a question

of which side I'm neutral on.

Now, if it's all the same to you,

I'll be getting on with my sandwiches.

- Is this Dublin?

- That's right!

About time for it, too... I've a

terrible crick in the back of my neck.

Hey! Where are you going with that?

I'll see you to a cab.

Out of the way there, please...

out of the way!

Where to, Sir?

It's the young lady...

224 Beechwood Ave, is it?

I'll give my own instructions,

if you don't mind, thank you.

Sorry.

Don't mention it... it's

very kind of you... Goodbye!

Would you take me to the

Redmond Porters Gallery, please?

Very good, Miss.

I won't be long... will you wait please?

Me name is Bridie Quilty and I want to see the

Deputy Director, Mr Michael Callaghan, please.

Mr Callaghan doesn't usually see people

without an appointment, Miss.

What would your business be?

If you'll just tell him it's

Danny Quilty's daughter... that's all.

Danny Quilty's daughter...

Liam, keep your eye on the till...

I'm going to see Mr Callaghan.

Can I go inside?

Lastly... a portrait of James Joyce...

Painted by that well-known Irish artist,

Jack Yeats.

This way... keep close to me now.

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