CHRISTY
And so you ought, Mister Muskerry.
MUSKERRY
Look round at the office, Christy. I've made it as fit for
me as the nest for the wren. I'll spend a few more years here, and
then I'll go out on pension. I won't live in the town, I've seen a
place in the country I'd like, and the people will be leaving it in
a year or two.
CHRISTY
Where is it, Mister Muskerry?
MUSKERRY
I'll say no more about it now, but it's not far from this,
and its near the place, where I was reared.
CHRISTY
And so you'll go back to your own place?
MUSKERRY
As Oliver Goldsmith my fellow county man, and I might
almost say, my fellow parishioner, says--What's this the lines are
about the hare, Christy?
CHRISTY
"And like the Hare whom Hounds and Horns pursue Pants to the
place from whence at first he flew."
MUSKERRY
Aye. "And like the Hare whom Hounds and Horns pursue"--
_(The clock strikes nine)_
CHRISTY
You weren't on the rounds yet?
MUSKERRY
_(startled)_ Would you believe it, now, it was nearly
passing my mind to go on the rounds? _(He rises, putting the letter
in his pocket)_ Where's that fellow, Albert Crilly? He was to have
been in here to give me a hand with the abstracts. Christy Clarke,
go down to Miss Coghlan's and get me two novelettes. Bring me up two
nice love stories, and be here when I come back.
_Christy Clarke takes his cap off rack and goes out.
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