from the storeroom and stalked in through the door. âWhatâs this?â
âIt â itâs a play. Itâs Romeo and Juliet .â
âBloody snobsâ rubbish!â
Flick. Tinny dance music had filled the room. âThere, thatâs better,â heâd said.
Sheâd never bothered to check through the radio proâgramme again.
After a while you stopped wanting things. She didnât want Ruth ever to stop wanting things.
âMaidie?â the old priest was saying.
âI want Ruth to have a profession,â she repeated stubbornly.
He shifted in his chair, leaned forward to her again. âBut donât you see, Maidie, how it makes the man feel shamed when the wife has a job outside the house? People think he canât support his wife and family, they talk.â
âPeople will talk about anything.â
âAhââ he spread his hands in sympathy, âbut it makes him feel useless, Maidie.â
âThe more fool him!â she cried. They glared at each other. âI want her to get away from all that!â
The priest exploded. âDid Our Blessed Lady want to get away?â he demanded. âDid Our Ladyâs mother, the blessed Saint Anne, want her daughter to have a profession? And yet the angel came to Mary, uneducated as she was, and she bore a child, and wasnât that child our dear Lord Jesus, the light of all the world?â
Somewhere in the house the telephone was ringing. Father Joseph stopped shouting and listened. The shrilling ceased, and in the silence that followed they both heard the housekeeperâs voice saying, âSaint Columbaâs Presbytery, Mrs Ryan speaking.â Then there was another small silence in which they both heard footsteps approaching down the hall. A tap on the door.
âCome in,â roared Father Joseph. The door opened and Mrs Ryanâs pink face, timid as a sugar mouse, peered round.
She frowned at Margaret May and turned towards the priest. âThat was Mr Lester on the phone, Father.â
âYes, yes,â said Father Joseph impatiently. âTell him Iâll call him back later, would you, Mrs Ryan?â
âHe wants to know if youâve spoken to the boy.â
Father Joseph shifted his weight in the chair. âTell him IÂ have.â
âYes, Father. And would you be wanting tea?â
âMaidie?â he asked, and Mrs Ryan gave the visitor another frown.
âNo, thank you,â said Margaret May.
âAnd you, Father?â the housekeeper persisted.
âNo thank you, Mrs Ryan.â
When the door had closed behind the housekeeper Margaret May said in a low, passionate voice, âSo this is your kindness!â
He looked bewildered. âEh?â
âWhen I was little, at the orphanage, there was this day IÂ told you the nuns were cruel to usââ
âYou were a child !â He waved his hand dismissively, but she refused to be put off in this way.
âYou said sorrow makes us cruel, and that one should always try to have kindness in this world.â
âYouâve a memory on you like an elephant, Maidie.â
âIâm glad of it,â she said. âIt helps when youâre trying to work things out.â She leaned forward. âSo do think spoiling a young girlâs great chance in life is kindness, Father Joseph?â
He was ready for her. âItâs kindness all right, Margaret May, for Iâm not spoiling the girlâs chances, Iâm trying to prevent her being spoiled.â
She rose from her chair. â I was spoiled,â she said bitterly. âI was spoiled, Father, and it wasnât education or Sydney University that spoiled me.â She picked up her basket and walked out of the study, straight down the hall.
Mrs Ryan was dusting the statue of Saint Peter that stood by the front door. She glanced up avidly as Margaret May swept past.
Father Joseph walked