G. A. Birmingham

“ When O'Kevin, the trusted lieutenant of their trusted leader, advised them to do the very thing they wanted to do their enthusiasm was unbounded. Never in the whole course of his life had O'Kevin held a more successful meeting. Yet, when it was all over and the car in which he sat was racing through the cool night air, he leaned back and thanked Heaven.
The fact is that it is not only the round men in the square holes who are discontented with their lot. The fortunate few who, being round, get into round holes are ultimately worried by the want of angles in their lives. ”

“ The girl looked at him carefully. She scanned him from head to foot. Then she glanced at the car which the driver had succeeded in backing out of the ditch.
"You look like a gentleman," she said. "Are you?"
O'Kevin was a Member of Parliament. That gave him a plain right to call himself a gentleman. But he was a modest man.
"I hope so," he said.
"Then I expect," said the girl, "that it will be all right to tell you. It's despatches."
"Despatches!" said O'Kevin. ”

“ She oughtn't to have been running about the country on a motor-bicycle at night by herself. But under the circumstances—well she has delivered her despatches, thanks to your kindness. May I hope that you will lunch with us to-morrow? My name is Daintree, Cecil Daintree."
"Mine is O'Kevin."
"O'Kevin! But—but—but— Surely not the Mr. O'Kevin."
"Well, yes, I suppose I may call myself the Mr. O'Kevin. I was in Ballygore earlier in the evening. I daresay you heard about it. I was forming a corps of Nationalist Volunteers." ”