_(Shanley goes out)_
CRIPES
Felix Tournour! That's the lad that will be coming in with
his head up like the gander that's after beating down a child.
_Christy Clarice enters. He carries a little portmanteau_.
CHRISTY
Is Mr. Muskerry here?
CRIPES
He's in the room. _(A sound of water splashing and the
movements of a heavy person are heard)_ Will you be speaking with him,
young fellow?
CHRISTY
I will.
CRIPES
Tell him, like a good little boy, that the oul' men would be
under a favour to him if he left a bit of tobacco. You won't forget
that?
CHRISTY
I won't forget it.
CRIPES
I don't want to be in the way of Felix Tournour. We're going
down to the yard, but we'll see Mr. Muskerry when he's going away.
_Cripes goes out_.
MUSKERRY
_(within)_ Is that you, Christy Clarke?
CHRISTY
It is, Mr. Muskerry.
MUSKERRY
Have you any news, Christy?
CHRISTY
No news, except that my mother is in the cottage, and is
expecting you to-day.
MUSKERRY
I'll be in the cottage to-day, Christy. I'm cleaning myself.
_(A sound of splashing and moving about)_ The Guardians were good to
get the little house for me. I'd as lieve be there as in a mansion.
There's about half an acre of land to the place, and I'll do work on
the ground from time to time, for it's a good thing for a man to get
the smell of the clay.
CHRISTY
And how are you in health, Mr.
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