Mrs. Crilly watches
him. Anna comes to her. Muskerry addresses an envelope with some
labour. Mrs. Crilly notices a tress of Anna's hair falling down. Anna
kneels down beside her. She takes off Anna's cap, settles up the hair,
and puts the cap on again. Having addressed the envelope, Muskerry
holds up a piece of wax to the gas. He seals the letter then holds
it out_.
MUSKERRY
Here's the letter now, and maybe it's the last thing I can
do for any of ye.
MRS. CRILLY
You are very good.
_Muskerry goes to them_.
MUSKERRY
In season and out of season I've put myself at your service.
I can do no more for ye.
_She takes the letter from him. His resentment is breaking down. He
sits on chair beside armchair. He speaks in a reconciling tone_.
MUSKERRY
You're looking well, Marianne,
MRS. CRILLY
I'm beginning to be well again.
MUSKERRY
And the infant? What age is he now?
MRS. CRILLY
Little Joseph is ten months old.
MUSKERRY
I dreamt of him last night. I thought Joseph became a bishop.
He ought to be reared for the Church, Marianne. Well, well, I've
nothing more to do with that. _(He settles himself in the armchair)_
Did Christy Clarke bring in the papers?
ANNA
Christy Clarke hasn't been here at all, grandpapa.
MUSKERRY
Stand here till I look at you Nancy. _(Anna comes left of
stove)_ I wouldn't be surprised if you were the best-looking girl in
the town, Nancy.
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