CHRISTY
Well, the abstracts will have to be finished to-night.
TOURNOUR
Then he will be staying up. He goes out for a walk in the
evenings now, and I don't know where he does be going.
CHRISTY
He goes out for a walk in the country. _(Tournour makes a
leer of contempt)_ Do you never go for a walk in the country, Felix
Tournour?
TOURNOUR
They used to take me out for walks when I was a little
fellow, but they never got me out into the country since.
CHRISTY
I suppose, now that you're in the porter's lodge, you watch
every one that goes up and down the road?
TOURNOUR
It gratifies me to do so--would you believe that now?
CHRISTY
You know a lot, Felix Tournour.
TOURNOUR
We're told to advance in knowledge, young fellow. How long
is Tom Muskerry the Master of Garrisowen Workhouse?
CHRISTY
Thirty years this spring.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years.
CHRISTY
He's here thirty years according to the books.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years.
CHRISTY
Thirty years.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years. I was born in the workhouse, and I mind
when the Master came in to it. Whist now, here he is, and time for
him.
_He falls into an officious manner. He closes up the stove and puts
bucket away. Then he goes over to desk, and, with his foot on the
rung of the office stool, he turns the gas on full. Christy Clarke
gets out of armchair, and begins to arrange the periodicals that are
on wooden chair.
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