Deep dreaming that night of fast days before,
Sagging the walls with the pull of his snore,
In his chamber above Thomas Muskerry lay snug,
When the Devil this summons roared in his lug--"
_The door of the Master's apartments is opened and Albert Crilly
enters. Albert Crilly is a young man, who might be a bank clerk or a
medical student. He is something of a dude, but has a certain
insight and wit_.
ALBERT
_(lighting a cigarette)_ Is the grandparent here, Tournour?
TOURNOUR
He's gone on the rounds, Mister Albert.
ALBERT
What time was he up this morning?
TOURNOUR
He was late enough. He wasn't up in time to come to Mass
with us.
ALBERT
The old man will get into trouble.
TOURNOUR
If the nuns hear about it.
ALBERT
He'll have to give the whole thing up soon.
TOURNOUR
He's well off that can get somebody else to do the work for
him. _(He continues to sweep towards corridor)_
ALBERT
Tournour, you're a damned clever fellow. I heard a piece of
yours yesterday that I thought was damned good.
TOURNOUR
Was it a rhyme?
ALBERT
It was something called "The Devil's Rambles."
TOURNOUR
_(taking a step towards him)_ Don't let the boss hear, and
I'll tell it to you, Mr. Albert. _(He holds the brush in his hands
and is about to begin the recitation when Crofton Crilly enters from
the Master's apartments.
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