Tournour throws down the book.
Muskerry goes towards the open door of the ward. Felix Tournour
closes the door deliberately turns the key and holds the key in his
hand_.
TOURNOUR
You have no more to do with your snug little ward, Mr.
Muskerry. _(He puts the key on his bunch and goes out)_
MUSKERRY
_(muttering with slack lips and cheeks)_ It's--it's--the
pau--pauper's bed they've given me.
GORMAN
_(turning round his face)_ Who's there?
MUSKERRY
It's--it's--Thomas Muskerry.
GORMAN
Is that the Master?
MUSKERRY
It's--it's the pauper's bed they've given me.
GORMAN
Can I give you any hand, Master?
MUSKERRY
I'll want to make--the bed. Give me a hand to make the bed.
_(Gorman comes over to him)_ My own sheet and blanket is here. I
needn't lie on a pauper's sheet. Whose bed is this?
GORMAN
It's the middle bed, Master. It's my own bed.
MUSKERRY
_(helplessly)_ What bed will I take, then?
GORMAN
My bed. I won't be here.
MUSKERRY
And where are you going?
GORMAN
I'm leaving the house this day. I'll be going on the roads.
MUSKERRY
Myles--Myles Gorman. The man that was without family or
friends. Myles Gorman. Help me to lay down the mattress. Where will
you sleep to-night, Myles Gorman?
GORMAN
At Mrs. Muirnan's, a house between this and the town of
Ballinagh. I haven't the money to pay, but she'll give me the place
for to-night.
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