_(To Christy)_ Will the Master be here soon, a
vick vig? [6]
TOURNOUR
_(taking him by the shoulders)_ Here, now, come on, this is
your way out.
_He turns Gorman to the door. As he is putting him out Thomas
Muskerry enters_
TOURNOUR
This oul' fellow came into the office, and I was leading
him back into his ward.
MUSKERRY
Leave the man alone.
_Tournour retreats to the stove and takes up the bucket; after a
look behind he goes out and closes the corridor door. Christy Clarke
takes the periodicals over to table and sits down. Myles Gorman has
been eager and attentive. Thomas Muskerry stands with his back to the
stove. He is over sixty. He is a large man, fleshy in face and figure,
sanguine and benevolent in disposition. He has the looks and
movements of one in authority. His hair is white and long; his
silver beard is trimmed. His clothes are loosely fitting. He wears
no overcoat, but has a white knitted muffler round his neck. He has
on a black, broad-brimmed hat, and carries a walking-stick._
[Footnote 6: _A mhic bhig,_ my little son.]
MUSKERRY
Well, my good man?
GORMAN
I'm here to ask a favour from you, Master.
MUSKERRY
You should proffer your request when I'm in the ward.
However, I'm ready to give you my attention.
GORMAN
I'm a blinded man, Master, and when you're in the ward I
can't get you by yourself conveniently.
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