_(He moves to the door)_
MUSKERRY
Tell me; have you any family yourself?
GORMAN
Ne'er a chick nor child belonging to me. Ne'er a woman lay by
me. I went the road by myself. Will you think of what I asked you,
Master?
MUSKERRY
I'll consider it.
GORMAN
Good night to your honour. Remember my name, Master--Gorman,
Myles Gorman.
_Muskerry stands looking after Gorman_.
MUSKERRY
Now, Christy Clarke, I consider that the man gone out is a
very exceptional man.
CHRISTY
Is it Myles Gorman?
MUSKERRY
Yes. I'd even say that, considering his station in life,
Myles Gorman is a very superior man.
CHRISTY
They say he's not a good musician.
MUSKERRY
And maybe he's not. I consider, however, that there's great
intelligence in his face. He stands before you, and you feel that he
has the life of a young colt, and then you're bound to think that,
in spite of the fact that he's blind and a wanderer, the man has not
wasted his life. _(Muskerry settles himself in the armchair)_
CHRISTY
Will you give leave for to-morrow?
MUSKERRY
No, Christy, I will not.
CHRISTY
Why not, Mister Muskerry?
MUSKERRY
That man would break bounds and stay away.
CHRISTY
Do you think he would?
MUSKERRY
He'd fly off, like the woodquest flying away from the tame
pigeons.
CHRISTY
He and his brother had a farm between them. His brother was
married, and one day the brother told Myles to go to Dublin to see a
comrade of his who was sick.
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