Scollard.
SCOLLARD
No, Mrs. Crilly.
MRS. CRILLY
I have my own battle to fight, and a hard battle it is.
I have to make bits of myself to mind everything and be prepared for
everything.
SCOLLARD
No doubt, Mrs. Crilly.
MRS. CRILLY
There are people who will blame me, but they cannot see
into my mind.
SCOLLARD
Will you come down to the parlour, Mrs. Crilly?
MRS. CRILLY
Yes, I'll go down.
_She remains seated, looking out steadily before her. Myles Gorman
comes in. He is dressed in his own clothes_.
SCOLLARD
Well, Gorman, what brings you back to the ward?
GORMAN
I just want to do something to my pipes, Master.
SCOLLARD
Very well, Gorman. You have your discharge, and you are
free to leave.
GORMAN
Oh, in a while I'll be taking the road.
_He seats himself at the fire and begins to fix the bag of his pipes_.
SCOLLARD
Now, Mrs. Crilly, come down to the parlour.
MRS. CRILLY
Yes.
SCOLLARD
Anna is waiting to see you.
MRS. CRILLY
_(rising)_ He will be well cared for here.
SCOLLARD
He will, Mrs. Crilly. I will give him all attention.
MRS. CRILLY
He expected to be in a different place to-day, but delay
does little harm.
SCOLLARD
Come down to the parlour, Mrs. Crilly, and drink a glass of
wine with us.
_They go out. The door of the Select Ward opens, and Thomas
Muskerry appears. He has got a stroke.
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